Suddenly, all the puppet empire magicians here have the absurd feeling that they were once in the treasure mountain, but in the end they missed the most precious treasure.
They once organized a large-scale operation to steal the technology of the Elanthir Empire. It was that operation that allowed the puppet army of the puppet empire to break through the shackles and embark on a more powerful path.
But it was that adventure that made Alan Hill increase his vigilance and hide all his research and development projects even deeper.
The most terrible thing is that because of that large-scale technology theft operation that was eager for success, the intelligence network deployed by the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Empire in the Airanhir Empire was established by seducing mortals or threatening mortals.
The intelligence network was completely dismantled.
Now for the mortal empire, although they cannot be described as turning a blind eye, they still have no way to organize any large-scale operations.
Because at this moment, Eiland Hill and most of the countries on the border are in a state of war. It is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky to sneak in some people to carry out tasks.
"Retreat immediately! Disperse and retreat from the front line! Leave the position to the cannon fodder of the Holy Demon Empire and the remaining puppet soldiers!" In the end, the puppet empire magician led by him finally accepted his fate.
He was worried that Ailan Hill still had such a weapon, and he was worried that Ailan Hill would continue to use such a weapon.
Although such weapons cannot cause immediate destruction and fatal damage to the puppet empire's troops, they can block the puppet empire's subsequent reinforcements. The losses are simply unbearable, and the inability to end the battle quickly despite the losses makes the commanders of the puppet empire
Very depressed.
After losing so many follow-up troops and the main force still suffering heavy losses on the front line, continuing to attack will only bring the battle to a stalemate. If Ailan Hill is unwilling to consume it, it is entirely possible for them to continue to use similar weapons and continue to attack
Follow-up troops of the puppet empire.
The situation was worse than he imagined. He endured the losses and wasted on the front line. The puppet empire was too consumed to withstand it. Once more troops were gathered to attack more actively, Ailan Hill would use nuclear weapons. This was simply
It's an infinite loop.
What frightened him even more was that once this new type of weapon, or in other words, once this small nuclear weapon began to be used on a large scale on the front lines, all attacks against Eiland Hill would be passive.
From now on, even if the puppet troops are assembled again, they must be very careful: as long as the reconnaissance team of Ailan Hill finds traces of the puppet troops gathering, it is very likely to directly carry out a strike similar to what they are doing today...
The devastating follow-up is that as time goes by, Alan Hill's investigation methods become more and more advanced. Maybe in a few days, they will be able to take off planes on rainy days, and they will be able to carry out large-scale operations at night.
of investigation.
At that time, whether the puppet empire takes advantage of the weather to conceal its advance or uses the night to gather troops, it will become a joke. Airan Hill's planes will keep circling above their heads, like vultures, swarming in groups for a long time.
scattered.
In fact, he didn't know that right where they were standing, above their invisible heads, a reconnaissance satellite that had just been launched by Airan Hill happened to be passing by and was transmitting image signals to the ground for the first time.
Although this satellite cannot provide precise guidance and cannot clearly see targets on the ground, it can help correct maps and make superficial comparisons of changes in the entire region.
Remote image transmission technology has become increasingly mature in Ireland. With the development of this technology, more advanced and advanced reconnaissance satellites will soon be put into service. By that time, Ireland will be like opening the eyes of God.
The same, completely lifting the fog of war in front of you.
"Aren't you going to continue the attack?" A magician asked reluctantly after hearing his superior give the order to retreat.
You know, starting from early yesterday morning until early this morning, the puppet empire has invested at least 50,000 puppet soldiers, 10,000 magic soldiers and dozens of high-level magicians in this battle.
If you include the giant dragons and the troops composed of giant snakes, the number of troops they lost here is actually enough to make any magic empire feel distressed.
In just such a battle, 7 high-level magicians died, and more than 30 giant dragons and more than 20 demon snakes were killed. These were all valuable high-end combat capabilities of the puppet empire. The loss of one of them would be painful for a long time.
Who would have thought that seven magicians of Vivian's level would be killed in one battle? In fact, the combat power shown by Ailan Hill was so terrifying that magicians were afraid of it.
After losing so many troops and having a small nuclear weapon used to kill a large number of puppet troops, who can swallow this bad breath? There are not none who hope to continue the fight, on the contrary, there are many.
In their view, they must break through the mortal defense line here at all costs, prove the superiority of the magicians, avenge their companions who died here, and even continue the attack until they reach Siris, the capital of Elanthir.
.
Of course, there are more people with relatively normal brains, at least not everyone thinks they are capable of fighting all the way to Seris.
In fact, if you are a little more rational, you will know that what they are considering now is not whether to kill to Seris, but whether they will be chased all the way to Bellive...
The good news for the frontline troops of the puppet empire is that their commander, led by a senior magician, is still thinking clearly. He does not imagine that his troops can win the battle, but is thinking about whether his troops will be completely defeated.
Annihilate here.
At this moment, he shook his head and explained: "There is no point in continuing to fight like this! Ailan Hill's weapons have already reached the front of the war. Should we stay here and die?"
"Then what should we do now? Have we lost the war?" After hearing their commander's explanation, some of the more radical magicians said with sad faces.
In their view, losing such a battle means that the puppet empire has lost the entire war... Their sense of superiority over mortals and their sense of superiority over low-demon countries will collapse with this defeat.
, this is simply more terrifying than death.
Rather than retreating, they wanted to continue fighting here. They were sad that they could not penetrate the enemy's defense line, and they were sad that they could not achieve their goals. After all, they came here with great momentum and never thought about their failure.
.
It's a pity that reality is cruel. No matter how hard they try, the defense line of Alan Hill composed of ordinary mortals is as unbreakable as if it were forged from steel. And those terrifying weapons emerge in endlessly, allowing the magicians to see what it means to be "outside the mountain".
There are mountains”.
Yes, there are mountains outside the mountains...
Just as they were discussing whether to retreat or not, the shelling of Eiland Hill in the distance began again, and the roar of the 155 mm caliber howitzer was low and rhythmic on the other side of the horizon.
Then the 203 mm caliber giant cannon and the 283 mm caliber railway gun also joined in the performance, and the puppet empire's position suddenly became noisy. The early morning, which had been peaceful just now, started to boil.
Then, countless rockets of various types rained down on the puppet empire's camp, and the patrolling MiG-21 fighter jets roared past in the sky, as if they were patrolling their own territory.
The lively day had just begun, and thick smoke began to rise all over the battlefield as far as the eye could see. Ailan Hill's steel offensive had just begun, and the opponent under attack was already a little unable to withstand it.
It seems that the script has been written. Yesterday was the attack of the Puppet Empire, and starting today, it will be the counterattack of Elland Hill.
Withdrawing his gaze from the explosion in the distance, the commander of the puppet empire encouraged his men: "We have not lost the war yet! At least the plan that the demons are preparing will give us another chance! Now
, let’s give up the scorched land of Bellivet to Alan Hill! There’s no need to dwell on it any longer!”
"Yes!" Everyone looked at the billowing black smoke of those explosions with lingering fear, looking at the positions whose true colors were no longer visible, bowed their heads in response, and dispersed to prepare for the retreat.
On the outskirts of Bellevue, the capital of the Holy Demon Empire, which was still in ruins, the man still wearing a black magic robe used his fingers to force the paper in his hand to burn. His expression was gloomy, and his face was extremely ugly.
After stroking the giant dragon next to him that was responsible for delivering the message, he walked up to the great consul who had been looking at him not far away. Before the other party could speak, he said the content on the note: "We lost.
!”
"What?" The Grand Consul was simply unimaginable. He widened his eyes and subconsciously said in shock: "Your troops were defeated? How is this possible? Then... that is... a real magic army!"
"Nothing is impossible. Look at these ruins..." The man in black sneered and continued: "Now, we have to fulfill our promise to you! Come with me to meet your new teacher.
Lord Grand Magister Travish!"
"Then? Then we just don't care about this place?" Happiness came so suddenly that the Archon didn't react. He looked at the magicians and officers in the distance who were waiting for his decision, and subconsciously asked
road.
"Everything here has nothing to do with you! In other words, it has nothing to do with the Puppet Empire... Let the source of magic do the rest!" The man in black replied coldly.
He pointed at the giant dragon and said, "So, now, will you stay and be your chief consul, or will you leave with me?"
The Grand Archon didn't waste even a second, and walked directly towards the dragon, which seemed to him to be extremely powerful, and carefully climbed onto the dragon's back. ——
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