When Burlison saw the demon city again, he had become accustomed to using his own weapons to attack all demons in his daily life.
In the demon world, it is a world that is not subject to the laws of war. The soldiers of Airan Hill have the right to end the life of any demon here.
Even if these demons are holding the flag of surrender, even if these demons seem to have no decent ability to resist.
"Boom!" A huge explosion rose in the distance, and a cloud of black smoke rolled into the sky from behind the devil's castle.
This is a shell fired from a 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer. The power of the explosion is very powerful, especially when the opponent does not even raise a magic defense barrier.
The demon's house that was hit by the shell collapsed, and the surrounding houses also crumbled. The demons in the city helplessly watched the disaster befall them, and they didn't know what to do for a while.
They have lived under the rule of the origin of magic for so long that these demon races have even lost the basic heart to resist. They have resigned themselves to it and regard being ruled by others as a matter of course.
Anyway, under the control of demons controlled by the origin of magic, their fate has become miserable to a certain extent.
For them, death is not a relief. These ragged demon civilians live in slums and do not even have basic living security.
Now, another group of powerful enemies came over, and they didn't give them any way to survive. For these demons, there was nothing to complain about.
In the sky, an A-10 attack aircraft with golden eagles painted on its wings roared past, the heavy cannon on its nose spitting out dazzling tongues of fire.
The dense volley of ammunition sliced through the streets like a butter knife, leaving a row of white-smoking craters in the stone-paved streets.
On both sides of this row of bomb craters were the corpses of some demonic civilians who had just fled in panic on the street.
These corpses were in pieces, with no one intact. Black blood spread throughout the streets, and a disgusting smell filled the air.
"Boom!" Another heavy artillery shell fell and hit the roof of a building, blowing the entire building into pieces.
The thick wall expanded instantly under the ravage of the shock wave, and then fell back due to gravity, and everything inside disappeared with such expansion and contraction.
The streets of the once prosperous Demon City have now completely turned into a sea of refugees. They have no awareness of air defense and are being destroyed by various weapons of Elanthir.
In the sky, there are not only A-10 attack aircraft coming from afar, but also A-130 aerial gunships that have been hovering like vultures.
These huge fire support aircraft formed a formation of three and circled around the city. The artillerymen on the aircraft aimed their weapons at the target as much as possible and poured out ammunition, leaving patches of white smoke in the city.
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Countless bullet casings fell at the feet of these attackers, and they were used to the feeling of slaughtering their opponents.
Along the way, as the main force of the attack, they have destroyed too many demon ground targets. Including the retreating refugees, the refugees who stayed behind, the retreating demon soldiers, and the demon soldiers who stayed behind...
Just now, several A-10 attack planes destroyed the walls of this devil city, and heavy bombs left huge gaps in the walls.
Eilandhir's ground armored forces controlled these gaps and had established their own firepower points on the surrounding city walls.
Of the hundreds of demon soldiers originally stationed on the city walls, those who surrendered have been killed on the spot, and those who resisted have been wiped out. The remaining ones are still lingering on some distant city walls, and they have basically died.
There is no more threat.
Now, Burlison is dispatching his company into the city. They hold their weapons and subconsciously pull the trigger no matter what target they see.
Wearing heavy power armor, these Elanshir heavy armored grenadiers moved forward step by step, firing their own ammunition at all suspicious buildings.
They would pick up a 200mm rocket launcher and fire it hard at the buildings in the distance, blowing the target into rubble in just an instant.
Buildings with no one in them collapsed, sending up dust that engulfed all the surrounding streets.
In such an environment with very poor visibility, Airan Hill's soldiers easily found the target through thermal induction, and then opened fire suddenly, letting the sound of gunshots reverberate over the entire city.
A huge black Eagle Flag of the Eilandsil Empire covered the city wall. Air Force aircraft flew over the flag and waved their wings to show their respect.
Then these low-flying fighter planes dropped their bombs and landed at the end of distant streets in the city, turning them into huge steaming craters.
The whole city is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, or like a pile of rotten meat being chopped up by the wheel of a kitchen knife.
It didn't moan or resist, it just stood there submissively, waiting for the cruel ending to come.
As for the soldiers of Eiland Hill, they do not feel that they are doing a cruel thing. They are performing a mission to eliminate all enemies who may have invaded their country!
This is war, this is cruel war. Whether it is the majestic massacre when the demons are victorious, or the revenge when Elanhir is victorious, in the end, countless lives will be filled in the graves.
Whether these lives are good lives or bad lives, there is no difference in front of bullets or swords.
"Keep moving forward!" Burrison gave the order to his men. They continued to move forward with their weapons in hand, firing from time to time, knocking down the panicked demons who passed in front of them and fled to the ground.
They stepped on black blood and collapsed rubble, stumbling forward step by step, as if they were walking on a beach made of mud.
"Clear the nearby streets! The following troops will spend the night here, and we cannot leave any demons that may pose a threat to them!" Burrison walked forward while reminding his men not to be merciful.
As a result, his subordinates all laughed. Who can sleep peacefully in this place where there are ruins of walls everywhere, corpses lying in between, and black blood dried up?
Follow-up troops? Those follow-up troops would at most camp outside the city and honestly set up tents for the night——
The second update will be later, you can watch it tomorrow morning
