The first thousand three hundred and seventy-eighth chapters Ruman defense battle
As the center of Semitic rule in the human continent, the capital of the Derosi Empire, and the headquarters of the High Priest of the Undead, Ryder City has now become the most important city in the western part of the continent.
As a young boy, Emperor De Rossi successfully seized the throne by killing his father and regicide. He also sold his conscience and soul and willingly became a lackey of the demons.
At the beginning of his ascension to the throne, he already wanted to understand that he would be as stinky as his grandma's house in his life. In classical Chinese, it is said: It is difficult to write down the sins of the bamboos in the southern mountains; it is difficult to wipe out the waves of the East China Sea, and it is difficult to wash away the evils.
Therefore, he broke the rules, tore off his face, and made plans to be infamy for eternity. He just wanted to live in a forest of meat and wine, and live a life of drunkenness and joy.
Therefore, as soon as he became emperor, he recruited hundreds of thousands of workers across the country and spent huge amounts of manpower and material resources to massively transform his imperial city.
And the Semitic generals who gained power in the war were constantly encircling the land, robbing entire villages, entire towns, and even entire cities of people and property.
In just a few months, through war and plunder, all the wealth of the western half of the continent was gathered here. The influx of large amounts of wealth also made Ryder City magnificent.
Just a few months after the peacekeeping force's crusade against De Rossi, the reconstruction of the outer city of Ryder was completed, which was destroyed in the war.
In a sense, the peacekeepers also helped them. They destroyed the houses and streets of the outer city during the war, which not only saved De Rossi a lot of time, but also saved him a lot of money.
Huge demolition costs.
Under the whips of the overseers, hundreds of thousands of workers braved the scorching sun and cold. They worked tirelessly and endlessly, making the buildings on this land spring up like bamboo shoots after the rain, creating each and every one.
of miracles.
Nowadays, there are many deep houses and compounds everywhere here.
They all belong to the newly promoted nobles, many of whom betray their fellow humans, but most of them are Semitic.
Xuanhe's military exploits also created a large number of new rich. Gold and jewelry filled their coffers, and handsome men and beauties surrounded them and served them.
The new rich who suddenly became rich lived here a life of luxury, wine and meat, indulgence and enjoyment.
The new rich compete to show off their wealth, women, pets, and estates.
In stark contrast to the new city, there are slums built with rags and wooden sticks outside Ryder City.
All the "lowly" humans were driven here - many of them originally lived in the city, but when the great demon army arrived, they deprived them of their property and robbed their houses.
, took away their beautiful wives and daughters.
These people who were reduced to abject poverty in an instant have nowhere to go and can only survive here.
Even so, Emperor De Rossi still felt that these low-quality ordinary people were an eyesore and seriously affected his interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery of his city. He repeatedly sent out the city guards, known as the most powerful army in the universe, to drive them away.
However, although the quality of those dead people is low, their vitality is so tenacious, just like weeds. After one crop is cut off, another crop will immediately grow again.
It's extremely headache-inducing.
People die every day, but because of the retreat of the Holy See of Light, there is no one to bury them, and they can only let the corpses rot in the slums.
Unfortunately, it is winter now. If it were summer, the plague would have broken out long ago.
Marcel the Lich flew over the slums. He lowered his head and looked down at the people who were living miserably, and a smile appeared on his lips.
After these people die, what good undead warriors they will be in the future~!
Due to the Holy See's unremitting efforts for thousands of years, all people must be baptized by a priest or priest when they are born, and when they are dying, they must all have a last mass performed by a priest. At the funeral, they must also
It must be presided over by a priest.
After these various purification rituals, it is difficult for the undead to be summoned again by the Lich and become undead warriors.
This is also the biggest headache for the undead.
The power of the undead is that they can summon undead warriors anytime and anywhere.
They are like players in the extreme force style. They always use their endless troops to consume the enemy, drag down the enemy, and finally destroy the enemy.
But now, the Holy See has used this stupid method and spent a thousand years to destroy their sources of soldiers, leaving them with no place to display their powerful magic power, especially their proud Skeleton Sea tactics.
, the attack can only be carried out by relying on Semitic soldiers.
This also made all the lichs feel very depressed.
Lich Marcel flew forward in the air for a while, and then he saw the low and narrow slums slowly disappearing. After crossing a city wall, luxurious and beautiful pavilions appeared in front of him. It was very impressive.
His eyes lit up.
The plants are dense, green and quiet. There are countless fountains flowing in the middle, and occasionally you can see beautiful marble statues scattered among them.
Although it only flew over a short city wall, it was like passing through two completely different worlds.
He sighed at the luxury of Ryder City now, came to the steps of the Grand Square, then fell from the air, and quickly walked into the Royal Palace of Ryder City.
Marcel was obviously very familiar with this place. He went straight to the main hall where the high priest was and shouted loudly before entering: "A great success, Your Majesty, a great success~!"
In the room, the high priest who was looking down at the map and listening to the report of Emperor De Rossi beside him raised his head and said with great interest: "Really, this is the only good news in recent times~!"
Several Semitic generals standing next to the wall lowered their heads in shame upon hearing this.
Lich Marcel stepped forward and bowed, then straightened his back and said happily: "We bombed Ruman City and its palace, destroying several city districts and several palaces along the way. The entire Ruman City was submerged in
Into the sea of fire.
Moreover, they did not encounter large enemy forces and only lost three war fortresses.
Thanks to Master Herod's suggestion, we have successfully rooted fear deeply in the hearts of our enemies.
I think their emperor must be scared shitless."
Herod smiled proudly and nodded calmly, as if he didn't care.
He glanced at Edwood next to him, but what surprised Herod was that Edwood looked indifferent.
In the past, if he heard someone speaking well of himself, this narrow-minded guy would have jumped up.
"You served as the high priest's adviser and defeated the battle all the way. I won a victory as soon as I came. Who should be the first person? Who should I say?" Herod secretly said to himself with great satisfaction. Full of overwhelming love.
Durwood's sense of victory.
Then he said humbly: "Every time humans can intercept us, it is because of their telegraph networks spread all over the world. As long as we bypass or deceive humans' telegraph networks so that they cannot detect our traces, humans will not be able to accurately predict our goals.
"
"Yes, yes, you are absolutely right." Marcel the Lich bowed his hands to Herod gratefully. The War Fortress troops he led had never achieved a real victory and suffered heavy losses. The high priest expressed his gratitude to him.
I've already had my opinion, but I just can't find the fool who dares to accept this hot potato.
This bombing of Ruman's capital city can finally earn him some fame. Lich Marcel smiled and said: "I heard that Maple Leaf Danlin's large army is still waiting for us in the sky. It's really ridiculous.
.”
The high priest smiled. Several lichs nearby immediately started laughing, looking very happy.
"From now on, if we deliberately let humans see us taking off, but evade their detection, we can attack Ruman or Maple Leaf Danlin at will," Herod, who had become a master of military art, pointed out to Marcel: "The so-called
The virtual and the real, the combination of the virtual and the real.
The humans were left scratching their heads and could only wait like stupid monkeys. They didn't know which one to defend, so they moved the war fortress between two places. This gave us the opportunity to take advantage of it.
Our advantage lies in numbers. Humanity's limited military strength is simply not enough to fight against us.
Isn't it worth the loss to put aside our numerical advantage and attack the enemy's well-defended Maple Leaf Danlin?"
Herod laughed at the plan to attack Maple Leaf Danlin.
But the few lichs around them had serious faces and did not dare to say anything.
Edwood looked at Herod, who was giving advice, and laughed secretly in his heart, and said to himself: This guy doesn't know that he is flattering the horse. The person who formulated the plan to eliminate Maple Leaf Danlin is the high priest himself.
This is pointing at a bald man and scolding a bald man.
Herod then said excitedly: "I stayed in Ruman City for a long time, and despite the dangers, I also gained a lot.
Human beings are a bunch of simple-minded fools. They are blind, ignorant, ignorant, and easily incited.
Bombing the city of Ruman can damage the morale and popular support of the Ruman people. As long as this bombing continues, Ruman will soon become full of complaints against their emperor and their general, that is, Julian.
As long as we spread some rumors and create some conflicts at the right time, we can make the Ruman people themselves into chaos.
As the saying goes, attacking the city is the lowest priority, and attacking the heart is the highest priority~!"
After Herod finished speaking, he glanced at Edwood deliberately and provocatively. Edwood smiled and nodded, admiringly saying: "Master Herod is right."
He actually praised his arch-rival Herod.
"Isn't it usually time for him to be angry at this time?" Herod thought to himself: Could it be that this guy knew he was incompetent and finally gave in?
Herod's words made the High Priest of the Undead nod in approval and said: "Herod understands human beings, and you have done a good job during your stay in Ruman City.
This method is good, you can give it a try. What do you think?"
No one raised any objections. The high priest said it was good. Who dared to say it was bad?
"Okay, let's do it like this, Herod, you take command." The high priest nodded to Herod and ordered him to lead the war against Ruman City, saying: "Just tell me what you need, manpower, supplies, troops, priority distribution.
you use.
Veerapurani is such a disappointment.”
"Yes, God Throne." Herod bowed and said: "Don't worry God Throne, the advantage is still on our side. I believe that with reasonable deployment, we will be able to defeat mankind in a short time."
The High Priest of the Undead nodded and confirmed Herod's statement, saying: "On the Western Front, we can only defend for the time being. I hope De Rossi and Vera Planni can reverse the situation as soon as possible."
Then the High Priest of the Undead waved his hand to signal the meeting to disperse.
Edwood watched from behind as Herod and Marcel walked out with great satisfaction, and at the same time discussed loudly how to give Rumancheng a harsher blow.
He chuckled and shook his head slightly, with an expression of disdain in his heart, and said secretly: If you like the first seat under the throne of God, then let it be given to you. Compared with my goal, your ambition is worthless.
Ridiculous, this guy thought he had won.
Edwood reached out and grabbed Hadou next to him and said, "General, what do you look at?"
Hadu was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "The high priest is wise and powerful, and Master Herod is resourceful. I can't keep up with them."
Originally, no Semitic people or lichs would listen to Hadou's opinion. Since the defeat of Fantino proved that Hadou's opinion was correct, no one cares about the opinion of the former number one general of mankind.
If the Fantino Semites win, they will show off in front of Hadou. Then they will ridicule, "The number one general in mankind is nothing more than that. He is still no match for us Semites."
But after the news of the defeat came, the Semitic generals all avoided Hadu.
Hadou himself rarely opened his mouth to speak, just like an observer, watching their war.
Edwood smiled and said: "I am the only one here, so sir, there is no need to hide anything. I have been with you for more than half a year, so I think I still understand you."
Hadu said: "Master Herod's tactical dexterity is indeed good."
"But?" Edwood said with a smile.
Hadu smiled and said: "But evading the important and choosing the light, what's the point of fighting without destroying the enemy's main force?"
To attack a city with no military value without having strong combat power is simply..."
Hadu shook his head and said: "It's simply giving time to humankind's military expansion."
"Didn't the air raid on Ruman still have political significance? Didn't you also attack the city of Ruman back then?" Edwood asked leisurely.
"Political significance? Haha..." Hadu sneered and said: "Fantino has political significance, Maple Leaf Danlin also has political significance, Ruman City. That is just a city.
When I attacked Ruman City, it was just a cover-up in order to escape safely, that is, to capture Ruman City, so what?"
Edwood realized something and nodded slowly, looking at Herod's back with a mocking smile.
Bishop Feixi walked up to Eadwood and said affectionately: "Today is a good day, master. Do you have time to play two games? Mr. Hardou is coming too?"
Hadu shook his head and said, "I can't do it. My chess skills are terrible."
"Just in time, my hands are itchy too." Edwood smiled cheerfully, took Bishop Fessy's arm and walked away together.
Herod glanced back before stepping out of the courtyard, secretly wondering: "How did these two people get together?"
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The battle in the southern part of Beiyi Station gradually became intense.
Kick no longer knew how many magazines he had fired. His arm was shaking so numb that he could only move it up and down mechanically.
The only thing left in my ears was the sharp "tap-tat" sound of the gunshot.
The battle for the station has been going on for the second day. Weir has replaced the barrels of all machine guns twice, and many machine guns have been sent to the rear for repairs due to malfunctions.
Only Kike's machine gun has never malfunctioned because it is the best maintained and has the most stable shooting speed.
Now the machine gun team of Kick and Weir has become the main firepower point of the company, and the firepower of the entire company surrounds them.
The Semitic people didn't know why they were so crazy. They kept sending more troops here, trying to keep the North Station with great difficulty.
This just took advantage of Archduke Julius, who mobilized skeleton divisions to besiege the inn, turning it into a millstone of flesh and blood, consuming the Semitic people's vitality.
After repeated artillery bombardments and continuous shooting by soldiers, the North Station has been reduced to ruins.
All the buildings were blown to pieces by artillery fire. The large inn in the center of the town, which was used to receive royal relatives and relatives, had long since been completely burned in a fire.
Now there is only a piece of rubble and ashes left in the North Station, where the Semitic soldiers relied on the trenches and ruins to resist tenaciously.
The first battalion even attacked the inn early in the morning, but those Semitic soldiers seemed to be going crazy and rushed towards the gunpoint. Even if they were beaten into pieces, they still wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the Skeleton Division soldiers.
At the same time, they used bows and crossbows to shoot from all directions, causing considerable casualties to the first battalion.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division all mounted their bayonets and fought until they faced the enemy hand-to-hand.
Just as they were about to capture the North Post Station, the enemy flooded the post station with poison gas bombs, and the 1st and 3rd Battalions had to escape in embarrassment.
When another gust of wind blew away the poisonous gas, the inn was once again occupied by the Semites, who came from God knows where.
But at this time, all the soldiers knew that the wind that dispersed the poisonous gas was not a miracle, but their powerful mage. This south wind could have as much as it wanted, and as long as it wanted.
Just as Kike was aiming at the figure shaking in the ruins, an officer shouted loudly from behind: "Stop shooting."
Kike let go of the joystick, took a breath, and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
The company commander ran over quickly, inspected each person, patted Kike on the shoulder, and said: "Stop for a while, wait for the signal, there is a big operation in the rear."
"Operation?" Zeke and Will looked at each other.
The battlefield fell silent again, with soldiers from both sides hiding behind bunkers, quietly waiting for the next blood station.
At this time, a low, but loud, continuous whirring sound came from behind everyone, like something breathing fire.
Kick and Weir couldn't help but turn their heads and look over. Behind them, they saw long rockets violently spraying bright red flames backwards, rising diagonally towards the sky.
The red tail flame even lit up the sky.
A dozen rockets flew over Kick's head with a roar that resounded throughout the world, and plunged towards the back of the Semitic people.
"This is this?" Recruit Weir had seen something like this before and was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
"Our dearest Katyusha~!" Kike said proudly as if introducing his beautiful girlfriend: "Rockets, with long range and high lethality, are the trump card of our security forces."
After thinking for a while, Kike added: "One~!"
"Where are they going to fight? There are no enemies there."
"Artillery, they are attacking the enemy's artillery position." Kick took out a crumpled cigarette from his arms.
This was a high-end product obtained from a logistics officer using a captured Semitic officer badge.
Kick held the crooked cigarette in his mouth, took out a silver lighter with a skull engraved on it, picked up the lid gracefully, made a pleasant "ding..." sound, lit the cigarette by lighting it up to his mouth.
Then he took a strong breath, exhaled the smoke, and said leisurely: "It seems that our scouts have finally found the location of their artillery."
A red light suddenly lit up in the distance, and after a long time, a low explosion sound reached Kike's ears.
"Beep~!" A sharp whistle sounded, and the company commander jumped out of the trench, brandished the shotgun in his hand, roared, and said: "Follow me and kill those demons who are sons of bitches."
The soldiers of the 1st and 3rd Battalions jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards the post station. Kick's machine guns fired at the same time, scattering bullets towards the enemy's positions.