On the surface of Higgs No. 5, at the outermost edge of the Eilandsil Empire's defense line, inside a collapsed bunker, sunlight shines in from the machine gun perforations, reflecting the billowing dust.
The twisted door could not be closed tightly, and from time to time it made a squeaking sound due to metal friction due to slight shaking.
Adair sat on an empty ammunition box, gently wiping his extremely sharp sword.
"Damn it, I can't kill all these bastards no matter what!" A dragon warrior spat fiercely and complained to himself.
They have been on the front line and have been fighting against these enemies they met for the first time for 19 days, but the results have left everyone feeling frustrated.
The masters from the Airanthil Empire won one battle after another, only to find that at the battle level, they were just wasting their time in vain.
Adair, as the most powerful master of the Airanthil Empire who arrived at Higgs 5 this time, had already taken action several times, and each time he led the army to destroy the enemy and defeated the Guardian troops in front of him.
But every time, they would find that they had created a huge protrusion, completely embedded in the enemy's position, and could be surrounded by the enemy from both sides at any time.
It's not like they didn't continue the attack, trying to thicken the entire protrusion from the flanks to remove the threat on both wings.
But what makes them depressed is that the position they regained through counterattacks is almost a white field and has no defensive value.
The successive victories on the battlefield could not be exchanged for a true victory. This made all the masters of the Airan Hill Empire who came to the front line and hoped to end this war with their own skills, felt a sense of sincerity.
The cold in the bones.
These people have never experienced such a war. Even if the Elanshir Empire took many drastic measures to unify the world, it has never reached this point.
Although there is still a huge crater scar on the planet Ailancires, and the influence of the Great Fall Spell still vaguely remains, the lovely Lansir Empire has been bringing new things to the new world from beginning to end.
hope.
Conquest is only a part of war. The development of civilization begins with war, but it will never end with war. The war of the Elanshir Empire is a war full of hope, which is completely different from the war happening before our eyes.
Even the invasion of demons has never been so despairing. Demons will also confuse people's hearts, and some are even willing to leave some humans to coexist with them. Even the origin of magic wants to conquer, not destroy.
But the Watchers are different. The more they fight the Watchers, the more Adair and others feel that the future is gloomy...
Yesterday, Adair personally led his troops into the Watcher's occupied area once again. They rushed forward two hundred kilometers in one breath, and then divided into three groups, expanding the entire salient into a huge occupied area.
But in this occupied area, they found no traces of trenches, no villages or houses, and those heavy concrete bunkers that would not disappear after hundreds of years of weathering had also disappeared.
All that is left of the flat missile launch base is a not-so-flat launch site. In a few days, the wind and sand will swallow up this place, completely integrating it into the surrounding environment.
As far as the eye can see, there are no trees and no traces of life activity. It is like the planet Higgs 5 that was just discovered by the Elanthir Empire. Every corner is deserted.
After losing tens of thousands of soldiers, Adair had to order a retreat. He remembered what General Andre said to him: "Counterattack is futile. Holding on to every inch of land still in our hands is our best option."
Things that should be done.”
Before, Adair thought that Andre didn't want to waste the reserve team he had, so he persuaded him like this.
Only yesterday did he become truly convinced that the Watchers were different from any civilization he was familiar with, different from dragons, dwarves, elves, orcs, demons, humans... they were different!
He once stubbornly believed that the desolation he saw was just a war zone, a no-man's land that was deliberately cleared.
Therefore, he desperately attacked the hinterland of the area occupied by the Watchers, hoping to see a village or city established by the Watchers.
But reality slapped him hard in the face, because hundreds of kilometers away from the war zone, he could still only see a stretch of desolation, endless desolation.
The other party is not a traditional civilization that competes with the Elanshir Empire for living space. The other party has no intention of establishing a civilization at all. They just attack blindly, without hesitation or mercy!
These Watchers destroy everything but do not build anything. From this perspective, the Empire of Airanshir can be called a civilization, but the Watchers are not a civilization, they are just a group of pure... war machines.
According to common sense, such a civilization is impossible to exist, because this characteristic of not producing can only appear in low-end nomadic civilizations.
Everything relies on robbery and plundering. In the short term, a huge force can be formed, but then such a force will fall apart due to rough management.
In fact, the most deadly thing is that such a predatory civilization will soon find that there are no more targets for robbery around it. If they only rob but do not produce, they will naturally be destroyed because the model has come to an end.
But the guards are different. They are powerful and have very strict organization and discipline. Their size is destined to require support.
But the reality is that these guardians are destroying everything mechanically, and will completely destroy it as soon as they occupy it, without any hesitation.
Frankly speaking, this made Adair uneasy and scared...
In the end, Adair, who had not found the answer, gave up the attack and led his troops to retreat back to the place where he started, carrying the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
Before the guards could mobilize a large army to counterattack, or even attempt to establish a temporary position, Adair suddenly decided to retreat in the midst of the attack.
The assaulting troops fought in place for a symbolic four hours, and then all the troops began to retreat.
No one left anything that could be taken away, including the chocolate wrappers and instant noodles bags that were littered before.
Battlefield rations also include disposable aluminum cans, as well as tent raincoats that no one paid much attention to before...
In short, the attacking troops of the Eilanhir Empire even managed to collect and take away the shell casings of the artillery shells. This was a scene that had never happened before in the battle, and it also made the retreat much more complicated.
An offensive operation that lasted for more than four days came to an end. The result was that the troops of the Eilanhir Empire retreated to the defense line from two days ago.
This result frustrated all the troops who participated in the counterattack. Many young soldiers looked at the place they had captured in a daze or cried silently.
They didn't even hold on until the enemy counterattacked, and they took the initiative to abandon those places that no longer had any defensive value.
They walked through the area that had become a wasteland, and together with the retreating cars, artillery and tanks, they reluctantly gave up the land they had regained after a bloody battle and returned to the place where they had gathered a few days ago.
The engineer robots had repaired these positions while they were gone, but due to limited time, the place was still no different from ruins.
However, despite this, people who finally returned to the civilized area still felt the long-lost warmth.
Even if there is only a collapsed building, even if there is only a curved trench that cannot be seen, even if there is only a brick, or even a graffiti curse spat on the rubble, it will make people feel more intimate.
It was only after they returned here that they felt the warmth, a warmth that was not noticeable at all on weekdays, but now makes people reluctant to waste it!
"After the casualty report is calculated, it will be handed over to General Andre..." Adair wiped his long sword and said to the complaining dragon warrior: "It seems that we have underestimated this war."
"General... Is this how we are..." The soldier pressed the sword on his waist, still wanting to argue.
As a result, his words were interrupted by Adair: "Soldier! The end point of this war is nothingness! We are all just dust trying to survive! Before I came here, I thought this was all for the empire to win.
Propaganda for this war.”
Having said this, he smiled bitterly: "But I was wrong! In order to avoid unnecessary panic, the empire's propaganda even weakened or even concealed many of the truths in this regard!"
"This war is more important than imagined! We must win it at all costs!" Adair returned the wiped long sword to its scabbard with a clang and stood up.
: "We will all fight and die here if necessary, do you understand?"
"Yes! General! I am willing to die here. I had this realization before I came here!" The dragon officer said firmly: "But you..."
"Me? There is nothing special about me. More than ten years ago, without Alan Hill, I should have died at the front line of the Eye of Magic..." Adair shook his head openly: "I can come here and fight to the end.
, I am already very satisfied.”
"General!" As he spoke, a human magician opened the iron door that was somewhat twisted and not tightly closed, and walked into the ruins of the bunker in a panic: "The sentry found that the guard troops are approaching here!"
"Get ready to fight!" Adair walked to the door, lowered his head and struggled to get out of the iron door of the bunker. The fact that he was willing to use the iron door showed that this place was already very close to the core of the defense fortification.
Under normal circumstances, in order to deal with steel, the doors of the bunker are left empty or wooden doors are used directly. Iron doors are only used at more important defense nodes.
Of course, such an iron door is just a thin iron door, and the inside is still covered with wood...
Of course, the door of the bunker was not prepared for dragons, so it was actually a bit difficult for Adair to get in and out of here. He had to bend his body and be careful to pass through such a short door.
After getting out of the bunker, Adair obviously relaxed. He took out a telescope that seemed to be full-featured and advanced in style from a leather bag on his waist, put it on his face and looked into the distance.
The dragon clan's armor is transformed by magic, so they cannot equip heavy powered mechas. Therefore, they cannot integrate some equipment such as telescopes into the armor, so it is not so convenient.
Through the telescope, Adair saw the Watcher troops gathering in the distance. The other party cautiously approached and crossed a small slope, pressing towards the defense line of the Eilanhir Empire.
"Let the rocket launcher troops cover and fire..." Adair put down the telescope and ordered: "Just tell them to stop hiding, we have discovered them!"
"Understood!" The Dragon Clan officer just nodded slightly and went to the signal corps to deliver the order.
Adair looked at the human mage who came to deliver the message and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"The sentinel was sacrificed..." The human magician stared at the approaching guard troops in the distance and replied: "He finally sent back some images, not very good ones."
"Oh?" Adair was slightly startled.
The human mage didn't say anything more. He turned on the projection device on his wrist and projected a flat first-person perspective.
In the picture, you can clearly feel the photographer crawling on the ground in pain, and you can also hear heavy breathing.
It can be heard from the gasping voice that this man is in pain, but he is still persisting, insisting on transmitting the pictures he sees to the people who need it.
A few seconds later, some huge figures appeared on the screen. Adair was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly frowned. They were a group of conquerors, the elites of the Watchers.
Adair fought against these conquerors. At that time, there were only a few dozen conquerors. But in the picture, these conquerors looked like there were at least dozens.
"Did you see it? Did you see it clearly?" A man's voice asked anxiously in the screen, and then you can see a hand pulling away the grenade and pressing it on his chest, followed by a tragic cry.
Screaming: "Long live Ailan Hill!"
"The number of conquerors is increasing, and it seems that the enemy doesn't want us to be too arrogant." Adair opened his eyebrows and said to the human magician beside him: "He is a warrior."
"Yeah." There was anger and hatred boiling in the voice of the human magician. His voice was very low, so low that it was drowned out by the whistling of the rockets coming from behind.
Countless cluster rockets passed over the positions of the Elanshir Empire defenders, shaking the ground for a moment, and the harsh sound of piercing the air echoed everywhere.
However, Adair still heard the soothing "hmm" like a sharp knife cutting into the bones.
