When the undead war fortress retreated, the battle on the ground had already entered a fever pitch, with hundreds of thousands of Semitic troops and 20,000 Doruman soldiers fighting fiercely in the trenches outside Vezi City.
The explosions of grenades and artillery shells, the shouts, roars, screams of the soldiers, the clash of weapons, the screams of the wounded...all the sounds mixed together and turned into a huge and terrifying noise.
, echoing constantly between heaven and earth.
Although the Ruman soldiers are few in number, they have strong firepower as support, especially the bastards from Naian.
The Naian Artillery Brigade hid in the city and fired desperately towards the front.
More than two hundred cannons roared non-stop without stopping, pouring tons of ammunition unbridled onto the enemy's heads.
The grenadiers on the front line took advantage of their sufficient firepower. They hid in the trenches and kept firing grenades towards the opposite side.
Seeing the fighting style of the Orc Grenadier, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion were all stunned.
At the beginning, when the Naian people asked everyone to dig trenches and fortifications, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion were still quite critical.
We are here to fight, and fighting means using a majestic formation to defeat the brilliant army. We line up in a neat square formation, march in goose steps, and fight with the enemy to kill each other.
What kind of war is digging a deep trench and hiding in it as a rat?
But now, seeing the way the Naian people fight, they finally understand what is going on.
Not to mention the continuous artillery bombardment from the rear, which created patches of bloody and scorched earth on the enemy's path.
The tactics of the Orc Grenadier Regiment alone have completely subverted their understanding of war - because there are too few troops, both sides are mixed together, so they can observe the Orcs' fighting methods at close range.
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Those furry orc soldiers were hiding in the trenches, not showing their heads at all, holding Camel cigarettes in their mouths, puffing on smoke and humming some ditties. They all looked like leisurely old men.
When the enemies rushed over like a tide, the orcs did not panic at all.
They stood up with cigarettes in their mouths, and then swung grenades over them. The enemies were blown up until they cried like ghosts and howled like wolves. They left countless corpses on the ground, and then they retreated like a tide while screaming.
The bumpkins from the Eastern Legion all stared out of their eyes, and they all exclaimed: It turns out that war can still be fought like this~!
Many people looked at the swords, guns, bows and arrows in their hands and almost cried.
Grandma, this is too bullying.
What is the use of this sword?
What’s the use of practicing battle formation martial arts for so many years?
In the face of the powerful power of grenades, he is worse than a dung beetle.
The power of each grenade is three points more lethal than the intermediate fireball technique.
As long as a grenade is in hand, basically everyone is equivalent to an intermediate fire magician. And there is no need to worry about the depletion of magic power.
These three thousand orcs are equivalent to three thousand mid-level magicians. This does not include the cannons at the back.
God of light is above,
Three thousand mid-level magicians. What a gorgeous lineup. It can basically sweep all battlefields.
In their crazy attacks, except for the Paladins with thick skin, long blood and high defense, no matter how awesome the soldiers were, they had to be wiped out.
Moreover, even the Paladin can survive a few hits.
Although the military has always been regarded as the most conservative group, in fact, when it comes to their own lives, they are the most innovative group.
Whether it is cavalry and shooting in uniforms, artillery, tanks, machine guns, or atomic bombs, all of them can fully prove this point, so there is a saying that "war promotes scientific and technological progress and promotes social development."
Although the soldiers of the Eastern Legion do not understand such profound philosophical knowledge, they know that the quality of their weapons is related to their lives.
When it comes to life, no one except the two fools would have the slightest ambiguity.
Therefore, they also followed suit, throwing away the swords in their hands, or stepping on them hard, spitting out a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm. Then they swarmed forward, imitating the orcs, and took out grenades.
——At first, they were worried that the orcs would not let them use it. But later they found that no one stopped them. Boxes of grenades were placed on the ground.
Orc officers even encouraged them to do so.
This is also a matter of course.
Compared to the enemy's crazy attack of hundreds of thousands of people, we only had 3,000 orc grenadiers and 200 cannons on our side. No matter how you looked at it, you felt that the barrage was too thin and the firepower was too weak.
The security army's combat theory is very simple. Firepower, firepower, firepower~!
The artillerymen's favorite job is to cover the battlefield with firepower over and over again.
There is no way, who made our Flying Eagle Group rich~!
Lord Lorraine has always believed that problems that can be solved with money are not problems.
The explosions of grenades and artillery shells were like rolling thunder, continuous and even suppressed the shouts on the battlefield.
The density of explosions on the battlefield is unprecedented.
The smoke and dust generated by the explosion formed a thick fog on the ground and drifted above the trench.
This artificial smoke blocked the view of the Semitic people behind.
However, General Orlandini is also experienced. From the fierce fighting on the battlefield, it can still be clearly judged that the Semitic soldiers are advancing slowly but unstoppably.
The Semitic army will soon advance to the walls of Vizi.
Orlandini listened to the battle situation coming back from the front, and secretly thought in his heart: Should the reserve team attack?
Although the Rumans in Vezi City used artillery fire to form a death blockade in the center of the battlefield, it would take a lot of casualties to pass through this blockade composed of flames and explosions.
But as long as he can win, Orlandini doesn't care.
As long as he wins this battle, not all the enemy's cannons will be in his possession.
With those cannons, the combat effectiveness of the troops will definitely increase exponentially.
"Order the reserves to move out of camp and form a formation." After hesitating for a moment, Orlandini made an important decision and said decisively: "We must capture Vizi City today. We can't waste time here anymore."
Immediately a burst of rapid military trumpets sounded in the Semitic camp.
The Semitic soldiers who had been waiting at the rear for a long time walked out of the camp and lined up neatly in front of the camp, ready to rush to the battlefield.
No one noticed that the black shadow flying slowly high in the sky suddenly accelerated.
Behind Weizi City, at an altitude of three thousand meters above the ground, twelve strange-looking war fortresses slowly flew in the air.
Their bodies are like fat swans, longer and wider than ordinary war fortresses, and their shells are not pyramid-shaped, but arc-shaped, more like half an egg shell.
In the middle of these war fortresses, there is a pair of wings like the Lightning Squadron, but they are longer and wider than the Lightning Squadron.
This appearance is undoubtedly to accommodate more things inside, but the overall look is also bulkier and slower.
Their flying speed is indeed not very fast.
The majestic eagle emblem on the shell shows their identity - the Royal Eagle Group Security Force Flying Wing of the Ruman Empire.
On the side is their squadron emblem, a burning fireball dragging a long tail flame from the sky to the ground.
This is the 2nd Bomber Squadron of the Flying Eagle Group. They have a domineering and literary name: Backfire.
Every improvement to the Backfire Squadron War Fortress is aimed at carrying more bombs and flying longer distances, at the expense of the War Fortress's flight speed and maneuverability.
Therefore, when performing missions, they require air escort from the Lightning Squadron.
Leading the Backfire Squadron in the No. 1 unit at the front is the Captain of the Backfire Squadron, De La Torre.
He used a high-powered telescope set up in front of the window to look down at the battlefield more than ten miles away.
The rumble of gunfire clearly reached the ears of the Backfire Squadron crew members.
At this height, the fierce battle situation can be seen at a glance.
The members of the Backfire Squadron could clearly see the flashing muzzle flashes inside Vezi City and the continuous light of explosions outside the city.
The Semitic camp surrounding the city of Vizi is like a wide belt. Between this belt and the city of Vizi is a piece of black land.
It took a few seconds for the crew to realize that it was not land, but Semitic soldiers, and the land was covered with Semitic soldiers.
De La Torre raised his head. Although he had a straight face, his eyes radiated with hot light, and he said in a calm voice: "Gentlemen, it's our turn. Let that kid Capelle show who is the professional bomber."
Angel.
Those guys from Lightning Squadron are only assigned to us as bodyguards.
Install the fuse~!”
Several crew members raised their fists in excitement and roared, complaining that Capelle of Lightning Squadron had snatched the jackpot of Backfire Squadron and became famous after bombing the High Priest of the Undead. Everyone in Backfire Squadron was extremely dissatisfied.
That task should have been theirs.
The people from Kapelle and Lightning Squadron that we have now are all as strong as 2,500,000 to 80,000 people. The Backfire people get angry when they see them. They just throw a few small bombs.
Capelle's Lightning Squadron was also in the air at this moment, so let them see what professional bombing is.
The cabin is filled with high-explosive bombs with a diameter of 30 centimeters and a length of one meter. The black projectiles reflect the cold light and are firmly fixed on the pylons.
Following de la Torre's order, the crew members carefully took out the bomb fuses from the heavily protected box and installed them on the bombs one by one.
All that remains is to throw them over the heads of the Semites.
"Enter the bombing route." De La Torre calmly ordered.
The twelve war fortresses of the Backfire Squadron slowly changed their formation, lined up in a row, adjusted their direction, and began to lower their altitude.
Through the left and right side windows, de la Torre could see his teammates two hundred meters apart. Their frequently flashing signal lights showed that the Backfire Squadron was already hungry and thirsty.
De La Torre has one advantage: he is serious and careful, and the more excited he is, the calmer he becomes.
He squinted his eyes and stared intently at the Semitic camp on the ground, estimating the height and distance in his mind, issuing adjustment orders from time to time to find the best entry point, ensuring that every bomb would accurately land on the heads of the Semitic people.
It's not good if the altitude is too high or too low, or the speed is too fast or too slow. De La Torre must ensure that this is a flawless bombing operation that can be recorded in textbooks.
"The weather is nice today. It's a good time to kill people and set fires." De La Torre sneered and said slowly: "It seems that the God of Light is very honorable."
The weather was clear, with no low-level clouds, a clear view, and a gentle breeze. There was no better weather for dropping bombs.
The crew members behind de la Torre smiled ferociously at the same time, with fierce gleams in their eyes. They stared at the Semites on the ground, and their hands were already itching.
The flying altitude of Backfire Squadron was reduced to 400 meters, and it flew smoothly over Weiji City.
At this time, everyone on the battlefield discovered the Backfire Squadron. Their fat and round appearance attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing the new reinforcements arriving, the Ruman soldiers excitedly waved to the Backfire Squadron overhead.
Scope, the brigade commander of the Thor Artillery Brigade, raised his binoculars and looked at the Backfire Squadron flying slowly by. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "You're finally here, kid."
Orlandini, who was commanding the battle on the opposite side, felt his heart sink. The Ruman reinforcements were definitely not a good thing for the Semitic people.
There are already twenty-four Ruman war fortresses on the battlefield. Twenty-five to be exact. However, all the undead war fortresses that supported him were withdrawn due to lack of energy.
Now that the air superiority was completely on the side of humans, Orlandini felt that he could not wait any longer. Only by throwing his soldiers into the battlefield and mixing them with the Ruman people would the Ruman war fortress not dare to attack.
"Attack~!" Orlandini roared and shouted: "Capture Vizi City and give the entire army a day off."
The bugle sounded immediately, and the Semitic soldiers lined up in front of the formation let out a tsunami-like shout and rushed towards the city of Vizi.
Backfire Squadron flew over Weiji City at an altitude of 400 meters.
De La Torre looked at the Semites pouring into the trench like a tide, smiled mockingly, and said: "Get ready to drop bombs."
The belly hatch opened to both sides, the crew members shook the handle, and the first row of racks loaded with bombs moved to the top of the hatch.
The observer places his eyes on the scope and stares at the center of the crosshairs.
De La Torre looked around. All the backfire units flashed red lights, and everyone was ready.
"Young men, don't throw it on top of Scope's head. That old guy is really good at killing people when provoked." De La Torre glanced at the Vizi City at his feet and warned with a smile.
The observer who was lowering his head to take aim did not raise his head. He just raised his hand and shook his thumb at De La Torre, indicating that there was no problem.
The scope has already been corrected according to the flight speed and altitude of the Backfire Squadron.
Through the sight, the observer can clearly see the fire and smoke rising from the explosion of the artillery shell on the ground.
The crosshairs were moving slowly, and the central aiming point crossed the trench and was aimed at the battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers were screaming and rushing towards the city of Vizi.
In the center of the crosshairs appears the figure of the first Semitic soldier.
"Drop the bomb~!" the observer shouted.
The bombardier gritted his teeth and pulled down the handle with a "Hey" sound.
There was a "clang" sound. The first bomb left the pylon and began to fall freely. A second later, the second bomb followed.
The bomb swayed in the air for a few times, then plummeted downwards under the influence of its center of gravity, and crashed to the ground with a sharp whistling sound.
"It laid eggs~!"
This was the first thought of anyone on the ground who saw the Backfire Bombardier.
Bombs fell like raindrops from the twelve war fortresses. From a distance, ominous black spots filled the sky.
The Semitic soldiers stopped in fear and confusion: What the hell did humans drop from the war fortress? Are they going to rely on this wooden stake-like thing to hit people to death?
Orlandini frowned and stared at the first falling bomb. He felt extremely uneasy. He seemed to have heard of this kind of thing.
The first one drew a parabola in the air, spun around, and fell from a height of 400 meters. After 13 or 14 seconds of flight, it accurately smashed into the middle of the Semitic soldiers charging at the front.
The Semitic soldiers were not stupid either. Seeing that this big guy falling from the sky was coming towards them, the soldiers who were running desperately also hurriedly evaded in all directions.
Within a few dozen meters of the bomb's impact point, people were all running away like frightened rabbits.
At this time, the bomb fell.
The fuse on the head hit the hard ground, detonating the bomb within a few tenths of a second.
Hundreds of kilograms of explosives exploded.
A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly rose, and the flames swept through the surrounding space for dozens of meters and rushed into the air at the same time.
Dozens of human bodies that were blown up into the sky were clearly visible against the backdrop of the orange-red flames.
Soldiers from both sides on the battlefield could clearly see that the soldiers wrapped up in the explosion fireball disappeared. The Semitic soldiers before the explosion were thrown into the sky like rag dolls and flew down in all directions.
A shock wave rolled up the soil on the ground, forming a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye. It seemed slow, but in fact it spread outward rapidly.
The Semitic soldiers affected by the white ripple shock wave were thrown backwards as if they were hit by a speeding locomotive.
After a moment, the fire disappeared, and gray-white smoke emerged from the fire, rolling up into the air, forming a black mushroom cloud in the air, which condensed and refused to disperse.
Black fragments of unknown objects flew densely in the sky.
The ground was like a huge piece of jelly, vibrating violently in an instant, sinking a few centimeters, and then rebounding instantly.
The Semitic soldiers who were dozens of meters away from the explosion point fell to the ground, and there was only an unbearable and strong explosion sound between the sky and the earth.
The huge sound waves shook their brains and made them dizzy. Their chests felt like they had been hit hard, their ears buzzed, and they lost their hearing instantly.
There was only a buzzing sound in the minds of the soldiers who fell to the ground. They were no different from newborn babies at this moment. Fear occupied all their thoughts. They screamed in panic, but they could not hear their own screams.
Waving his arms wildly, he couldn't even get up and could only roll on the ground.
The second bomb exploded dozens of meters away, and another ball of fire exploded across the sky. The ground shook suddenly again, and human bodies that were blown into black pieces fell like hail.
Eleven more bombs exploded at the same time as the second bomb. On the vast battlefield, more than a dozen fireballs rose from the charging Semitic army, and then turned into rising flames, which was a spectacular sight.
Orlandini in the rear could clearly see that every black wooden stake fell to the ground. When the fire rose, the soldiers within a diameter of thirty meters were blown away like pieces of paper, and all the soldiers around him fell down.
On the ground, they never got up again, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
Among the charging Semitic army, with the thick smoke as the center, large blank spaces appeared one after another. They were like the marks formed by raindrops hitting the dry stone surface.
But the wet stone surface was the flesh and blood corpses of those poor Semitic soldiers.
Orlandini couldn't help but tremble when he saw this blank space. There should have been hundreds of Semitic soldiers there.
But there was no one alive at this moment, only the black smoke column rising into the sky and lingering for a long time.
At this time, the explosion is still advancing like a storm of flames~!