What happened? Covering his nose, a magician saw that the position after the bombing was in a mess. Although a bombing of this scale would cause heavy losses to the entire position, it would be impossible to kill everyone.
But now, he saw no living people struggling on the battlefield, only puppets still cleaning the battlefield, moving back and forth.
He frowned, and then suddenly smelled a faint stench. A trace of alarm rushed into his brain, and he subconsciously held his breath and stopped breathing.
Then, the magician wanted to use magic to dispel the smell around him that made him very uneasy. But when he mobilized the magical aura in his body, he found that he could no longer control these restless magical auras.
He comes from the Puppet Empire and is also a high-level magician. He was ordered to guard the bridge here and intercept all possible attacks.
However, before him, a senior magician from the Holy Demon Empire had already died. He died from a nuclear explosion when Bailey was attacked, which made all the senior magicians from the Holy Demon Empire feel in danger.
Although the magician was also afraid, worrying that Ailan Hill would use nuclear weapons to directly attack the bridge, the people above told him that Ailan Hill would not easily use such terrifying and cruel weapons.
Through Grecken, Ailan Hill and the Puppet Empire formed a tacit understanding: as long as the puppet empire's god puppets or high-level magicians no longer assassinate Ailan Hill's senior officials, then Ailan Hill's senior officials will also refrain from using nuclear weapons.
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With this guarantee, he was ordered to come to the St. Runos Bridge and reluctantly took over the task of protecting the bridge.
However, everything in front of him suddenly made him, a senior magician of the Holy Demon Empire, feel danger. He stopped breathing, only to find that he seemed to be affected by something.
His nerves seemed to be damaged, and when he wanted to continue breathing, he found that his respiratory system was unresponsive. This was a frightening state for him, and he desperately tried to restore his breathing.
So he reached out to scratch his neck, but felt no pain. He desperately longed to enjoy the comfort of air entering his lungs again, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried.
"What's wrong with you?" A high-level puppet wearing a mask came over, looked at the magician who was violently clasping his neck, and asked with weird emphasis: "Is there something wrong?"
"Er...Er...Shuobu Chuhua...I..." The magician tried hard to say something, but he used up the remaining energy in his lungs. His expression changed.
She became even paler, and her hands had already scratched her neck to draw blood.
"What can I do for you?" The senior puppet stretched out his hand, hoping to help the magician, but the magician fell straight down and fell to the ground, making no sound.
"Mr. Magician? Sir? Your Excellency?" The senior puppet knelt down on one knee, guarding his superior, and asked over and over again, not knowing what he should do.
Unfortunately, the senior magician who fell in front of him could no longer issue any orders. He could only lie like this, feeling that everything in front of him was gradually dimming, until the darkness swallowed everything in him.
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In the distant sky, the B-52 bomber group has occupied the launch position, and all bombers are ready to attack. Their purpose is to attack the St. Runos Bridge and completely destroy this target.
"We are close to the target area! The radio coordinates show that we can launch missiles!" Inside the aircraft, the navigator looked at the instruments in front of him and pressed the intercom to confirm to his captain and pilot.
The captain and pilot rechecked their coordinates, then rechecked the status of the aircraft with the co-pilot before giving a thumbs up: "The aircraft is in stable condition! It can launch missiles!"
The frontline commander issued the order to continue the operation in the cabin: "Open the missile safety! Determine the launch coordinates! Check the status of the missile!"
The bombardier gave a thumbs up and reported to the commander beside him: "The missile is all normal! The coordinates have been entered! It can be launched!"
"Launch the super hound, long live Ailanthir!" the officer clenched his fists and ordered loudly.
"Launch!" The bombardier pressed the button in front of him, and then felt the fuselage of the huge B-52 strategic bomber tremble slightly.
This is no small feat. You have to know how huge this b-52 bomber is? It has a take-off weight of more than 200 tons! Because the body is so huge and slender, when it is parked stationary on the ground, its fuselage is
It is slightly curved due to gravity.
Such a huge bomber can actually feel a slight tremor when launching missiles. This clearly shows how heavy the Super Hound air-to-ground missiles mounted under the wings are.
It has a one-ton conventional explosive warhead, which contains the latest high-explosive explosives. As long as one such missile hits, the St. Runos Bridge will completely break, and there will be no other possibilities.
"Missile launch completed!" the bombardier shouted loudly after the second indicator light went out.
Then, as he shouted, the B-52 bomber began to climb up. Another B-52 bomber following it began to drop bombs, and two Super Hounds rushed out under the wings of the huge bomber.
Coupled with the inertia of the bomber's forward flight, these missiles were quite fast, and they rushed towards the bridge without hesitation.
A missile fell into the river while turning, but the missile next to it passed over the water column and continued to rush towards the important bridge.
"Hoo!" The huge turbojet engine noise echoed in the canyon, and then these missiles were scattered on the sides of the entire bridge.
The first missile that hit the bridge passed through the bridge opening and fell into the river. The second missile suddenly hit the pier of the bridge, and the explosion set off a flame that covered the sky and the sun.
The seemingly thick piers shattered and collapsed in the explosion, but the bridge deck swayed violently without any problems. Although a large number of puppet troops walking on it fell off the bridge, there were still more puppets.
After crossing the bridge, we reached the other side.
The third missile hit the remaining magic defense barrier, shattering the barrier at once, scraping against the bridge deck and rolling into the river on the other side of the bridge.
The fourth missile still missed its target and hit an anti-aircraft gun position on the shore, setting off a huge black mushroom cloud. More than 1 ton of high explosives was no joke, and the power of the explosion was definitely extraordinary.
Most of the missiles did not hit their targets. After all, the attack accuracy of 70 meters is not very accurate data. However, under the attack of more than a dozen missiles, the San Luno Bridge still suffered a lot of damage.
The bridge deck has cracked and one of the bridge piers has broken. The only reason why it has not collapsed now is that the main load-bearing structure has not suffered devastating damage.
Another missile roared in, this time hitting the bridge deck accurately. The huge explosion destroyed the bridge deck, and the entire bridge began to collapse and collapse while trembling.
Countless puppet soldiers and puppet tanks on the bridge fell into the river. A section of the bridge deck also shattered in the explosion, collapsed and fell into the roaring waves.
The St. Runos Bridge is finished... After such a terrible explosion, the main structure of the bridge has collapsed. The puppet empire's plan to continuously move towards Ludnar through this bridge has become a complete empty talk.
After cutting off this bridge, the subsequent plans to conquer Ludnar can be carried out smoothly. However, the puppet empire wants to repair this bridge, but it doesn't know when it will have to wait.
"Boom!" Another missile was the icing on the cake, hitting the bridge deck. The huge explosion destroyed the two bridge piers and the bridge deck in the middle, and fell into the river rolling southward.
Under the watchful eyes of all the puppets, as well as the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire on the other side of the bank, the road bridge collapsed again during the shaking, and the broken bridge deck fell into the river one by one, causing a wave of
Road water column.
"Hit the target, hit the target!" A B-52 bomber carrying a camera confirmed the attack effect of these missiles in the sparse artillery fire. The bridge had indeed collapsed and was in a state of destruction beyond repair.
Amidst the roar of the engines, the B-52 bomber group began to return, and on the other side of their return direction, the conventional bomber group had already assembled in the sky.
The mighty, sky-shielding B-17 bombers flew in groups over the garrison positions of the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Empire, making the scalps of the people on these positions numb.
A soldier of the Holy Demon Empire put down the telescope in his hand, looked at the commander behind him, and said loudly: "Sir! A large number of bombers were found crossing the front! Their direction should be to bomb the St. Runos Bridge.
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The commander behind him was also very nervous and quickly ordered: "Quick! Use the radio to send a message quickly! Alert the troops behind! Let them prepare as soon as possible and prepare for an air battle! Quick!"
On the other side of the St. Runos Bridge, looking at the collapsed bridge, an officer from the Holy Demon Empire pressed his long sword and received a piece of intelligence from the front line from his subordinates with a sad face.
"Sir! There is news from the frontline observation post, let us prepare for an air attack as soon as possible." The officer who sent the intelligence cautiously reminded.
"No need... no need." The officer smiled bitterly, looked at the extremely silent position on the other side, and the smoke that had not dispersed, shook his head and said: "The thing we want to guard no longer exists.
