Chapter 1326: The Harm of the Sealing Order (seeking a monthly ticket)
When Backfire Squadron appeared on the battlefield, all the noise suddenly disappeared.
There was only the sound of rumbling explosions between heaven and earth.
The sound resounded throughout the world like muffled thunder.
The Backfire Squadron advanced slowly in the air at 400 meters. They were like a team of mythical dragons that destroyed the world. They were cruel and cold. They spread their wings with flames and spread their weapons to the people on the ground with their unstoppable pace.
die.
Wherever he went, the earth was shaking and the air was burning.
A bomb fell from a high altitude, making a sharp, ear-piercing roar, and then hit the ground heavily. During the violent impact, the fuse on the head was triggered instantly. Then it detonated more than 100 kilograms of explosives in the bomb.
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In an instant, a brilliant and huge fireball rose into the sky, covering and clearing all Semitic soldiers within a few dozen meters, sweeping away everything within the explosion range.
Before the flames of the bomb explosion completely disappeared, another fireball lit up not far away.
When the Backfire Squadron slowly passed by, it left behind dozens of billowing lines of thick smoke. The black smoke was like a jungle composed of giant trees. The smoke was the trunks of the trees, and the mushroom cloud at the top was the canopy.
Smoke and dust rose into the air, and then gathered together to form an artificial dark cloud over the battlefield, slowly floating into the sky.
The original blue sky has disappeared, and the entire battlefield has been completely shrouded in a layer of light gray smoke. Against the background of the blood on the ground, it shows an extremely weird color. It is unforgettable.
Fireballs exploded one after another, but pushed unstoppably to the north.
The Backfire Squadron left a scorched earth full of craters and broken corpses behind them, and was about to fly over the Semitic camp.
The charging Semitic army of hundreds of thousands was completely collapsed under the ravages of three hundred heavy bombs.
Every time a bomb falls, it will kill hundreds of people in an instant, and the body parts and pieces of flesh will fall from the sky like hail, hitting the bodies of the living soldiers.
Their clothes were completely soaked with dripping blood and various broken pieces of flesh, and they were sticky and sticky, making them extremely uncomfortable.
At the same time, I also reminded them that in the next second, those heavy bombs might fall on their heads and blow them into pieces.
After years of education, there is no doubt that these soldiers are extremely loyal to the high priest. Their courage to fight across the sea fully demonstrates their bravery.
But these bombshells easily destroyed all their loyalty and bravery.
Driven by fear, they yelled in terror like madmen, threw away their weapons and flags, and fled in all directions.
There were violent explosions in front, behind, and left of them. The smoke that obscured the sky made them lose their direction. The Semitic soldiers who were stunned by the explosion did not know where they were safe.
They could only instinctively choose one direction to flee for their lives, running around like a group of rats facing doom.
But the Semites gathered too many troops on a small battlefield. The density of the crowd was too great.
The fleeing Semitic soldiers found that they were crowded with people wherever they went, and the fireballs from bomb explosions were constantly lighting up around them, and broken hands, legs and feet fell on them from time to time.
The desire to survive overcame the Semitic soldiers' rationality. They pushed, shouted, and even waved their weapons to chop away other people blocking the road. They ran for their lives just to escape.
The defeat was like a mountain falling.
The soldiers on the battlefield have completely lost their structure and are scurrying around like headless flies.
In this case, trampling is inevitable.
The soldiers who were knocked down by the rout fell to the ground. Before they could get up, countless pairs of feet stepped over them, breaking their bones and breaking their flesh.
These unlucky ghosts were trampled to death.
Orlandini stood on the hill. Looking at the explosions that kept lighting up and the Semitic soldiers frantically running for their lives, his heart felt cold.
He finally remembered what was thrown from the war fortress. Humans called them bombs, but they were actually another type of artillery shell, but more powerful.
Orlandini clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with regret - he should have thought of it a long time ago, he should have thought of it.
Not long ago, the human war fortress used them to bombard the High Priest of the Undead and the Derosi Empire. Just above the head of the high priest, bombs roared down, blowing the war fortress on the ground to pieces.
The undead tribe suffered the most serious losses since the war began. Fifty war fortresses were destroyed on the ground, hundreds of dark mages died, and thousands of soldiers were killed.
The heavy losses forced the High Priest of the Undead to modify his battle plan. This caused a series of chain reactions.
Humanity celebrated their victory with great fanfare. Through newspaper propaganda, everyone in the world knew that it was a group of heroes from the Ruman Empire called the Lightning Squadron who slapped the high priest of the undead hard and defeated the arrogance of the demons.
arrogance.
But for the Semites, few people know about this tragic defeat.
The Semitic officers and soldiers on the front lines didn't even know that in addition to artillery, humans also had bombs that could be dropped directly.
Because the High Priest of the Undead ordered to block the news of their bombing and cover up their losses.
The Undead are afraid that if the sudden loss is exposed, it will cause the Semitic people to lose morale and resist the long-planned war plan of the High Priest.
What is even more worrisome is that the high priest has always been victorious and invincible in official Semitic propaganda.
Once it is known that he has also lost the battle, the tall image that the Semitic officials have worked hard to erect for the high priest for so many years will instantly collapse in people's hearts, and even arouse the rebellion and resistance of the ordinary people.
psychology.
That would have disastrous consequences.
The reason why the common people of the Semitic tribe obeyed the noble lords and the undead spirits, endured a life like pigs and dogs, and worked like mules and horses was because they knew that the great high priest was invincible. Anyone who dared to rebel or
All those who criticize will be noticed by him and eventually destroyed by him.
Once they discover that the high priest is not omnipotent and not that powerful, then they will first show their claws and kill those noble men who are sitting on their heads and domineering and peeing.
They would then overthrow the rule of the high priest who cruelly exploited them. In the end, they might even work with the human race to overthrow the high priest, and then sit together and conclude a treaty of friendship for generations.
Achieve world peace in a true sense~!
Therefore, the Dark Council issued an extremely strict silence order. Any leakage of news about the defeat of the high priest is absolutely not allowed to happen~!
Once discovered, they were directly charged with treason and blasphemy and were burned at the stake. And they were executed immediately.
This resulted in the majority of Semitic soldiers being ignorant of this heavyweight human weapon.
They knew that trenches could withstand artillery, but they didn't know how to avoid bombings from the sky.
In fact, although the undead survived a bombing, they did not know how to escape. Until now, they still have not developed an effective strategy.
In this case, even though Orlandini was a general who commanded an army of 500,000 men, he had very little information about this aspect. He also heard part of the news through circumstantial information. So much so that he completely ignored the Ruman War Fortress.
of bombing.
Just twelve war fortresses brought him such heavy losses. The number of soldiers who were killed, wounded, and trampled on each other was impossible to count.
More importantly, the attack he thought would win failed.
At this time, the Backfire Squadron had already left the battlefield and was about to fly to the Semitic camp.
Bombs falling from the war fortress were still coming in an endless stream, and the Semitic soldiers who stayed in the camp realized something was wrong. Regardless of the officers' scoldings, they rushed out of the camp desperately, hoping to escape before the bombs came.
And those officers were basically all scared out of their wits. When they tried to dissuade him, they all just pretended to be intimidated by the soldiers and hurriedly escaped from the barracks.
Orlandini saw the falling bombs getting closer and closer to him, but he just stood in a daze under the golden lightning flag, with only one thought left in his mind: "It's over, it's over..."
Seeing that the human war fortress was about to fly over their heads, the attendant beside him shouted anxiously: "General, we should turn in."
But Orlandini turned a deaf ear, staring blankly at the Semitic soldiers fleeing on the battlefield.
He clearly knew: what is the imperial hegemony, what is the title of king and marquis. With this great defeat, all of them have gone with the wind.
At this time, the shadow cast by the wide body of the Backfire Squadron War Fortress, like the god of death, covered Orlandini with a grin.
The attendants on the slope could already clearly hear the roar of the bomb when it landed from the rumbling explosion.
Several guards immediately made a decision. They picked up Orlandini and ran towards the back crazily.
In the panic, someone tripped. Orlandini and the guards dragging him fell to the ground, and several people rolled down the slope like gourds.
A bomb landed exactly where Orlandini had been standing, and the explosive fireball instantly enveloped the Semitic flag.
Half of the several-meter-high soil slope was cut off by the explosion, and dozens of tons of soil were blasted into the sky and splashed everywhere.
The clods of earth fell with crackling sounds, burying Orlandini and others who rolled to the ground.
Then another bomb fell on the Semitic camp, destroying all the wooden fence walls and barracks.
It wasn't until they arrived at the Semitic camp surrounding Weizi City that the Backfire Squadron in the air shook its wings as if it was burping, then turned and flew back.
Hundreds of deep, smoking craters were left on the battlefield, and the area was as black as the surface of the moon.
The ground was covered with charred black soil, and fragments of unknown objects were scattered densely on the ground.
There were no longer any organized Semitic soldiers before and after the battlefield.
Those who were lucky enough to survive the bombing were now completely black, standing dazed among the corpses on the ground, stumbling around as if they were drunk, their brains had been stunned by the explosion, and their thinking was disordered at the moment.
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The effect of the bombing was so terrifying that even the Ruman people who were watching the battle in Weizi City took a breath of cold air.
They originally thought that the artillery was powerful enough, but they didn't expect that an entire artillery brigade, with more than two hundred artillery pieces firing furiously, could not compare to a single bombing attack by the Backfire Squadron.
The number of explosives dropped by the Backfire Squadron at one time was hundreds of times that of their artillery.
The reserve force of hundreds of thousands organized by the Semites was directly bombed and collapsed.
The Ruman soldiers in the city unanimously raised a question, if such a bombing fell on top of Weizi City, could they still be able to defend it?
Many people shuddered when they thought of that terrible result.
The city walls and fortresses they relied on to save their lives were no different from paper under the power of a 100 kilogram bomb.
A staff officer behind Scope, commander of the Thor Artillery Brigade, couldn't help but cross himself on his chest and said thankfully: "Blessed by the God of Light, fortunately, such a powerful weapon is ours~!"
The artillery officers next to him nodded heavily at the same time.
The War Fortress was once unique to the Undead, but thanks to the rigid and dull minds of the Liches, they have not changed the use of the War Fortress for more than a thousand years.
Only in the hands of the Rumans, or to be precise in the hands of Lord Lorraine, did they become so powerful.
Scope looked at the Backfire Squadron slowly floating in the sky. They seemed to be admiring their today's victory.
Scope took out a cigar from his arms, bit off the end of the cigar in one bite, and said with a smile: "It's enough for that kid de la Torre, but we can't be laughed at by them. Counterattack, kill those demon dogs.
Get rid of that son of a bitch."
The horn of counterattack sounded in Weizi City, and the officers on the front line whistled loudly and roared: "Counterattack, brothers, fight back."
"Kill those bastards of demons for me."
The Orcs of the Nian Grenadier Regiment pried open the ammunition box containing the grenades, and used as many grenades as possible on themselves.
When the grenade bag was full, he stuffed it into his bag. When the bag was full, he inserted it into his belt. Some orcs skillfully bundled several grenades into cluster grenades. They picked them up and rushed into the trench screaming.
The soldiers of the Panzergrenadier Regiment rushed to the front this time. Relying on their invulnerable steel armor, they bravely rushed out of the crowd, throwing grenades as they moved forward.
The soldiers of the Eastern Army followed the grenadiers and advanced to cover them up.
In the first battle, many Semitic soldiers bravely rushed into the trenches. Later, in order to avoid accidental damage, the Backfire Squadron only bombed the reinforcements and reserves behind them.
Therefore, those lucky pups all escaped the bombing.
However, seeing the backfire squadron's landslide-like bombing, they were all scared out of their wits and hid in the trenches like rabbits, not daring to go out again.
At this time, Ruman's army suddenly rushed out, and grenades rained down on them.
Every grenade dropped into the crowd could kill several people.
Those tall, strong, ugly monsters were chasing them with bundles of grenades. When the Semitic soldiers saw the grenades with white smoke coming from their tails, they were so frightened that they ran away desperately.
They were like rabbits hit by an arrow, jumping and running as fast as they could.
The scenes they saw along the way were unforgettable for these Semitic soldiers.
There were huge craters all over the place. The ground was covered with soft soil dug up by the explosion, and there was a nauseating and pungent smell in the air.
Dark, unknown objects can be seen everywhere on the ground, some of which are still smoking. If you get closer, you can smell a burning smell.
Many Semitic soldiers were lying on the ground, their clothes had been torn into pieces, but there were no wounds on their bodies, as if they had just fainted.
The passing soldiers wanted to wake them up, but no matter how much they shook, they just didn't respond.
Only when the Semitic soldiers touched their necks did they know that these people were already dead - they were shaken to death by the strong shock wave of the explosion.
The hillock where the Semitic military flag was originally erected has disappeared, and has now turned into a piece of charred black earth. Not even the majestic Semitic generals standing on it can be seen.
Fortunately, the Rumans only chased them for a short distance and then withdrew. And all the gods of death in the sky disappeared.
Therefore, when the Semitic soldiers escaped from the command position, they found that no one continued to pursue them, and finally slowed down.
At the foot of the hill, several guards dug into the dirt with their hands desperately, shouting in panic: "General, where are you?"
"General Orlandini."
"General..."
The moist soil was suddenly lifted up, and a man covered in soil slowly crawled out. His face had turned black, and his eyes and teeth were eye-catchingly white. The clay man said weakly: "I am here."
The guards swarmed forward and dug Orlandini out of the soil where he was half buried.
The loyal guards carried him on their backs and ran quickly to the rear - they were afraid that the terrifying war fortress would come back.
They finally collected the broken troops, retreated some distance, and re-established their camp. From the beginning to the end, the Ruman soldiers in Weizi City watched the actions of the Semites with cold eyes from the top of the city.
Orlandini was slightly injured in the explosion. After he was stunned by the shock wave, he was lifted up and buried in the soil. Fortunately, the guards dug him out of the soil and Orlandini was not buried alive.
After freshening up, Orlandini, with his head wrapped in a bandage, immediately organized and reorganized the defeated army. It was not until the sun set that the hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers recovered from the shock.
After the defeat, the morale of the Semitic soldiers was low, and the military camp was full of wounded. They groaned and made the noisy soldiers upset.
Orlandini patrolled the military camp. Wherever he passed, the Semitic soldiers did not even bother to get up and salute him.
Seeing the dejected look of his men, he let out a long sigh and couldn't help but blame the High Priest of the Undead for not notifying the entire army to take precautions about such an important matter.
He looked up at the lights in Vizi City. This city clearly only had 20,000 to 30,000 defenders, so why was it so difficult to conquer? Artillery, grenades, bombs... strange and weird gadgets appeared in an endless stream.
"This is not the war I am familiar with," Orlandini felt as if a huge boulder was weighing on his heart. He secretly wondered: Has war changed?
Orlandini did not speak, and the generals beside him were also silent.
After a moment, Orlandini suddenly said: "Leave 50,000 soldiers and all the wounded soldiers to monitor Weizi. The large army will continue to move south to Ruman City tomorrow."
The generals looked at each other, and then said in a deep voice at the same time: "As ordered."
These Semitic generals were all extremely brave. Although they suffered a great defeat, they were still strong-minded.
They clearly knew that they had suffered a bloody blow at Weiji City. If they wanted to win at this time, they could only take dangerous routes and win by surprise. A surprise attack on Ruman City might be the best way at the moment.
Just when they were feeling down and full of worries, the lich Marcel descended from the sky and shouted excitedly: "Good news~!"