Watching the last two Scud missiles soaring into the sky, a young officer stood in the missile launch vehicle and asked softly: "Will we suffer retribution for doing this?"
"Why do you say that? As a soldier, it is your duty to kill the enemy. Do you still want to let those opponents kill your comrades?" A middle-aged general in his forties stared with his hands behind his back and his chin raised.
The white smoke traces left by the missiles in the sky gradually dispersed, and he asked rhetorically.
"But, Your Excellency General... uses this kind of weapon..." The young man was still a little worried and explained.
The middle-aged general interrupted him and said first: "There is no but! Lieutenant Colonel Signel! There is no but! To eradicate all enemies for Your Majesty and for Ailan Hill is the meaning of my life! Also, it is you,
The meaning of life!"
"Yes! Your Excellency, General!" The young man put away his worried expression just now, raised his chin and stopped talking. Under his gaze, the tracks in the sky gradually faded away little by little.
After a long while, the middle-aged general spoke to himself and explained: "Don't think that only people in the Magic Empire have hatred! We also have it! Mortals have been oppressed and exploited by magicians for thousands of years! Without their exploitation, how many of us would be there?
The children will not starve to death? How many of our friends will not be killed?" The general clenched his fists and asked sternly.
His child died of starvation in Alante. If it were not for the obstruction of the Magic Empire, Elanthir would have been able to enter the Alante region and improve the living conditions there in the year his son died of starvation.
It could be said, or that's what he thought, that the Holy Demon Empire killed his youngest son.
Therefore, for him, throwing a 1-million-ton nuclear weapon at Bellevue cannot offset his hatred for the Holy Demon Empire. If he follows his ideas, every city in the Holy Demon Empire will be destroyed.
It should be wiped from this world.
Those glorious cities and those wealthy people were built on the hills of blood and corpses through the exploitation of mortals. Every brick and every tile here has the soul of a mortal, and there are mortals.
of flesh and blood.
"I understand, general!" The young man nodded slightly and replied solemnly. Although he was not as sympathetic as the middle-aged general, he still agreed with the general's words.
The scars of hatred can only be washed with blood. He understands this truth. When will retribution happen? Soldiers like him don't need to think about it. All he has to do is take revenge and use the weapons in his hands to heal his compatriots.
Calm hatred.
"Anyway, it is estimated that no one will survive in such an environment... right?" The middle-aged general glanced at his subordinates and stated a fact expressionlessly.
…
"Of course no one will survive the attack of this weapon. This is a super weapon just developed by our chemists in Ireland. Its scientific name is:'s-(2-diisopropylaminoethyl)
-Ethyl methylphosphonothioate'." In another headquarters, a technician in a white coat proudly explained to several generals in front of him.
He held a nice-looking glass ball in his hand, shook it in front of a few people and said, "As long as I drop this thing on the ground, you won't even have time to put on a gas mask, and you will fall to the ground struggling.
Die."
As he spoke, he threw the glass ball up and caught it with his hands. During his series of actions, all the generals standing in the room turned pale with fright and did not dare to question any of his decisions.
action.
After all, these generals are also afraid that the other party will accidentally drop the glass ball in his hand to the ground...
There are many madmen in this empire, and the man in a white coat in front of him is undoubtedly the most terrifying one among them. He is an expert in the empire's chemical weapons, and the things he is responsible for researching are very confidential and very dangerous.
I heard that someone once died tragically in the office because of a weapon leak. Many people know that in a quarantine area of the Dothan Empire, there is a mysterious force with an unknown name. The weapons and equipment they experimented with have a ferocious deformed skeleton on them.
as a sign of danger.
"Actually, the chemical name of this thing is too long. I don't want to talk about it myself. But it also has a shorter and more mysterious name, vx nerve gas!" This person has a monocle on the bridge of his nose and one end of his head.
The gray-haired old man had a smile on his face and kept throwing the frightening yellow glass ball in his hand.
In the eyes of everyone, he threw the glass ball high into the sky, and then retracted his palm: "Now, if this glass ball is real... everyone is dead!"
The glass ball fell to the ground as he spoke and broke into powder. Crystal fragments flew everywhere, and the liquid inside evaporated into the air visibly to the naked eye.
Everyone stood there, because they felt that it was too late to run away. It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but their legs were already trembling so much that they couldn't stop doing what they wanted.
However, at this time, the madman in a white coat burst out laughing, and smiled at everyone: "Okay, everyone, the storage environment of VX poison gas is much more stringent than you think, so this one in my hand is just
It’s just an alcohol glass ball!”
Under the gaze of people who wanted to beat him to death, this scientific madman twisted his neck twice, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the air force frontline headquarters. As he walked, he complained: "It's boring! Don't people here understand?
What is humor?"
What do you call humor? A group of officers glared at the bastard's back and sent him out of the headquarters, which was crowded with generals and colonel officers.
When this crazy-looking technical boss walked away, a general swallowed his saliva and said: "So it seems that the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire near the Saint Runos Bridge will not be alive?"
"There is a high probability that they will be killed by the poison gas on the spot." Another air force commander glanced sideways at the general who asked the question and answered.
"However, there should be many puppet soldiers there. These puppet soldiers will probably not be wiped out by the poison gas." The third person to speak was an intelligence officer. He pointed to an intelligence document next to the map and introduced:
"There are about 1,000 puppets stationed nearby..."
"In about twenty minutes, there will only be puppet soldiers left there!" The leading general looked at the shattered glass ball fragments at his feet, shook his head and said, "I never thought that we could use
There are more terrible ways to kill people than magic."
"Yes, we can kill people faster and more honorably, or we can destroy lives more cruelly and bloodyly..." A general said.
"Of course, from my point of view, the faster and more honorably we kill, the closer we are to victory." The leading general smiled and tried his best to look indifferent.
If nuclear bombs are included, the air force he now commands may be more powerful than all the armies used in all previous wars that mankind has experienced combined. With only a few dozen nuclear bombs, he can destroy a country.
Near the St. Runos Bridge, which was in full formation, and next to the anti-aircraft guns raised high, several anti-aircraft artillerymen from the Holy Demon Empire were yawning lazily.
Although the battle situation on the front line is not so smooth, the soldiers responsible for the rear air defense mission are still relatively safe. They don't have to fight against the terrifying Eilan Hill army, they only need to be stationed in a safe place.
This is definitely a good thing for the Holy Demon Empire, which has a high death rate on the front line. Unfortunately, I heard that Kadom has been surrounded, and they are getting closer to the front line.
Fortunately, there was a huge city ahead, Ludnar, the second largest city in the Holy Demon Empire. Fortunately, they had seen countless puppet soldiers passing through this bridge in the past few days, heading towards the increasingly tight defense line.
Countless puppet soldiers are still piled up on the bridge. These puppet soldiers walked across the bridge in groups and rushed towards the direction of the Ailan Hill troops.
"If we hadn't had so many anti-aircraft guns here, those Ailan Hill people might have sent bombers to blow up this place long ago." Staring at the 130 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun next to him, a soldier from the Holy Demon Empire exclaimed proudly.
road.
The anti-aircraft cannon in front of them was painstakingly improved by the Holy Demon Empire based on the machine tools provided by Alan Hill. It has a large caliber and a very high shooting height. It is effective against B-17 and B-52 bombers.
One of the few weapons.
With this kind of weapon, they can sit back and relax here, guarding this important bridge.
"Hey! What do you think that is?" Just as he was about to answer his sigh, the gunner sitting opposite him frowned, stared at the increasingly clear black spots in the distance, and asked the subordinate sitting next to him.
The subordinate rubbed his eyes, and then he saw clearly that the little black dot flying towards him was a "black dot" that was getting bigger and bigger!
"That's a bomb!" After seeing clearly what was flying over, the subordinate exclaimed loudly: "That's a bomb!"
As he screamed in fear, the Scud warhead suddenly exploded and scattered into dozens of small bombs. These bombs scattered in the sky and then scattered over an area of nearly two kilometers.
Immediately afterwards, the second missile also scattered in the sky, and countless bombs also scattered and fell from the sky, covering a military camp not far away and dozens of anti-aircraft guns on the anti-aircraft position.
Under everyone's horrified eyes, bombs rained down like this. The bombs, which were about the same thickness as an arm and about the same length, scattered inside the missile unit and fell towards the densely packed position filled with anti-aircraft guns.
Then, the explosions started like this. The continuous explosions came one after another, as if they were plowing the entire land, spreading rapidly from one side to the other.
Before these poor Holy Demon Empire anti-aircraft gunners had time to escape, they were enveloped by the thick smoke raised by the bombs, and their figures were blurred in the constantly billowing black smoke.
Cluster bombs are a very effective weapon when destroying large-area defensive positions. These bombs covered everything nearby like a carpet, extending from this side of the bridge to the other side of the bridge.
The next second, the magic defense barrier on the bridge lit up, and the dazzling light swayed in the explosion. The huge vibration shook the entire bridge, shaking as if it was about to collapse.
The puppet soldiers on the bridge who were still crossing the river began to sway as the bridge trembled. Many puppets on the edge even fell directly into the river and broke into pieces.
Then, these cluster bombs that spread into the river stirred up water columns in the river that were higher than the bridge. Amidst the deafening explosions, some gravel and rubble fell from the St. Runos Bridge, but it did not collapse or be destroyed.
.
In the billowing smoke of the explosion, the originally shining magic defense barrier had become dim. As a magic defense barrier to defend the bridge, it had collapsed and shattered, and could no longer play a defensive role.
Where the explosion had gone far away, the soft soil was broken free from the inside. The gunner of the anti-aircraft gun who was the first to spot the missile flying from the distance just now patted his clothes in disgrace and muttered greetings to the distant place.
The parents of Eiland Hill's enemies.
In the rising and rolling smoke, the two last launched Scud ballistic missile warheads shattered in the air. Countless yellow fist-sized glass balls either shattered in the air or fell to the ground, and the liquid inside disappeared in an instant.
into the air.
"Hey, are you okay?" The gunner didn't see the warhead, which made a much smaller sound than the explosion just now. He lowered his head and was pulling up a subordinate who was also not killed by the cluster bomb attack just now.
The subordinate shook his head, and before he could speak, he saw the gunner who pulled him up, hunched over and retching.
He had the intention to go up and help pat him, but suddenly he felt something twisting in his mouth, and his stomach began to churn. Unable to hold it back for a while, he also lay down on the sandbag for hiding, stuck out his tongue and vomited: "
vomit……"
When he vomited a lot of gastric juice and felt he could barely hold back the vomiting, he struggled to turn around and found that his gunner was already sitting next to the anti-aircraft gun, with a painful expression and distorted features.
The artilleryman wanted to speak, but found that he had no feeling in his mouth. He tried hard to reach out and grab something, but he couldn't lift his arm at all.
In his desperate eyes, the familiar gunner in front of him was leaning peacefully on the cold shield of the anti-aircraft gun, making no sound.
The gunner, who had no strength to struggle and felt that he had lost all intuition, could only sit down on the sandbag and quietly wait for the darkness to completely erode him.
A puppet with a broken arm staggered past the two bodies that were getting colder. He turned his head and looked at them, then staggered away again.
