Longshek is an important southern town of the Eternal Empire. A fierce battle once broke out here. About 70,000 soldiers of the Eternal Empire faced about 300,000 puppet soldiers here.
It was a desperate battle, and the final result was that the puppet empire occupied Longshek, but it was also turned into ruins during the battle.
Yes, when the puppet empire took over this city, it was already in ruins. But now, this city that has endured countless sufferings is undergoing more sufferings and tests.
Now, at this moment, in this ruins, the host and the guest have changed positions. The soldiers of the puppet empire have become the defenders of the city, while the army of Eilanhir has become the attackers.
The attack method of Eiland Hill was ten, a hundred or even a thousand times more brutal than that of the puppet empire. Before the ground attack began, carpet bombing had already baptized the city.
Countless bombs exploded in the city, turning the city that was already in ruins into something even more unrecognizable.
The mage tower that could still be vaguely seen and the towering broken city wall depicting the magic circle are now almost gone.
There are huge craters everywhere, ruins with smoke and fire everywhere, corpses everywhere, or in other words, mutilated corpses everywhere...
Then, the self-propelled artillery and mechanized towed artillery that arrived at the front line with the mechanized troops once again greeted the city called Longshek.
Countless 155mm caliber howitzer shells, and more 105mm caliber howitzer shells, fell in this city, blowing up the legion of hundreds of thousands of puppets and tens of thousands of magicians deployed here by the puppet empire.
In the battle just now, the soldiers of the Puppet Empire barely blocked the attack of Ailan Hill. They destroyed 7 tanks and killed about 300 Ailan Hill soldiers.
Of course, this battle was not a one-sided massacre. On the contrary, it was a very fierce and evenly matched battle. The main force of the puppet empire, the real magician army, lost more than 200 people, and about 3,000 puppet soldiers were beaten.
Became parts.
Just such a battle, both sides saw what a real cruel war is like.
On the battlefield that had just calmed down, in a huge round crater, a magician in armor was wiping his sword.
He carefully wiped the blood on it, because he had just used this sword to kill an Airan Hill soldier who rushed in front of him.
The opponent's weapon jammed, so he was given the opportunity to take action. Ailan Hill used a large number of steel-cased bullets. This was also an inevitable choice and inevitable result of mass-produced weapons in a cruel war environment.
Taking advantage of this rare moment of calm, everyone is replenishing their spirits. They know that the next battle will only become more cruel, so they are all enjoying this moment of their own.
Maybe, in the next second, magicians like them, who were once aloof, will be overwhelmed by the cannonballs fired by mortals...
Although they were unwilling to admit it, each of them felt heavy. Their opponent had just made a tentative attack, but they had already paid a heavy price to block it.
No matter how proud they are, they have already seen how powerful those mortals are on the frontal battlefield. That power once belonged to them, but now it belongs to others.
"Here!" A young soldier carrying a backpack walked to the edge of the crater, squatted down, and handed a bottle of blue potion to the magic warrior in the crater: "Magic replenishing fluid! Save some, we
We don’t have much inventory left.”
"You'd better give me another one, I'm afraid one is not enough." The magic warrior in the crater stretched out his hand, took the magic crystal bottle handed to him, and showed a somewhat reluctant smile: "Thank you."
"No more! There is only one for each person. This is the rule above." The young soldier explained and wanted to get up and leave.
The magic soldier in the crater stopped the other party and said: "Hey! I said, boy! It's impossible for the people above to count the number of dead soldiers so quickly, right? Give me one more, I have one more person here
Woolen cloth!"
After saying that, he pointed to a body that had long been cold next to his crater: "He's not dead yet!"
In fact, the armor on the corpse had been twisted and deformed. It was obviously directly hit by the shock wave of the shell. Even the magic defense runes on it could not save the life of the owner of the armor.
"Is he still alive?" The young soldier carrying the bag was stunned, and then he saw a miserable face under the twisted armor: "Ah!"
He was startled and almost fell into the crater. Although he had seen many dead people along the way, this one was the more miserable one among the dead people he saw.
"What are you afraid of? He was a very nice person when he was alive. He always liked to joke. He is from Bulkland, but he is a decent person." The magic soldier in the crater smiled and introduced him in a serious manner.
The young man's face turned pale and he felt like he was going to vomit, so he handed another bottle of magic replenishing fluid to the other person: "Stop talking! Please stop talking! Damn it, damn it!"
He left the crater in embarrassment, and before he had gone two steps, he heard the sound of a gunshot. He subconsciously shrank his neck and quickly found a bunker to hide, and then he dared to look back to see what happened.
Then, he saw a soldier of the Magic Legion being hit by a bullet, and there were many people around who helped pull the injured man back to a safe location.
"Sniper! There is a sniper from the other side!" The position was in chaos, with many soldiers running. The originally silent position immediately became chaotic and noisy.
"Where's the doctor? Someone's been shot!" Someone shouted loudly from behind the bunker, but what awaited was a new round of shelling from Eiland Hill.
A cannonball landed behind a piece of ruins behind the young man. The young soldier delivering the magic replenishing liquid felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly tremble.
Then, before he could subconsciously cover his ears, a huge explosion swept over him, making him involuntarily frown and narrow his eyes.
A battle has begun, and I don’t know whether the magician who was hit by a sniper will get the treatment he deserves. Now no one cares about the injured comrades anymore, because the shells like raindrops have already fallen.
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Long Ling's health is almost healed, and he will start making up for the update tomorrow, so stay tuned.