It was about nine o'clock in the morning on April 7, 836 in the Julian calendar.
Outside Ruman City, the Imperial Army launched another fierce offensive after yesterday's fierce battle.
‘Boom, boom, boom…’ The sound of the artillery continued like rolling thunder.
Amid the violent explosions, clouds of black smoke rose into the sky, covering the sky and covering the entire battlefield.
The battle on the ground has entered a fierce stage.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division used machine guns, rifles and grenades to form a barrage of steel, spraying hot bullets at the enemy crazily.
The Semitic people, as if going crazy, kept attacking the Ruman people's deadly fire net with their flesh and blood.
After they jumped out of the snowy mountains, they wreaked havoc in the elite areas of northern Ruman for many days. They did not commit murder and arson, but committed Taotian's crimes.
These Semitic people also knew that even if they surrendered, the Ruman people would never forgive themselves due to their vengeful nature. Therefore, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
Under the intensive firepower, the Semites fell to the ground like weeds being cut down.
In just a few minutes, their corpses were spread all over the ground in front of the positions of the two armies. However, as if seeking death, the Semitic soldiers shouted hysterically, stepped over the corpses of their companions, continued to charge, and then fell to their companions.
On the still warm body.
On the front lines in other directions, only the cold-armed Ruman soldiers guarded their front lines, blocking the Semitic attack with dense rain of grenades.
As the war continued to advance, the ground turned into a dead world composed of steel, fire and blood.
Countless black shadows shuttled across the sky.
The artillery fire of the war fortress flashed in the air. The light of colorful magic and the red artillery fire crisscrossed the sky. It was as gorgeous as fireworks.
But when the fireworks bloom, there will always be a war fortress dragging a long black trail, roaring and falling from the sky.
Both sides dispatched all the air power they could mobilize to join this meat grinder-like battle.
In Ruman City, one can smell the strong smell of gunpowder smoke blowing from the north, and some people were even choked to the point of coughing.
With the continuous offensive of the imperial army, more than 200,000 Semitic troops were compressed by the Ruman people into an area that was only five or six miles long and wide.
This area is also their last line of defense.
The entire area was dug with trenches crisscrossing the area like a spider web.
The Semitic soldiers relied on these deep trenches to make their last and most determined resistance.
In order to capture the enemy's last line of defense, the Ruman Empire army also tried its best to mobilize all the artillery and bombard it fiercely.
Eight hundred artillery pieces fired non-stop, hitting thousands of shells on the Semitic positions every minute.
The Semites had never experienced bombardment on such a scale, and they did not even dare to appear on the surface.
Almost all the land on the ground has been plowed by artillery fire, and the blasted soil is soft and dry, with wisps of green smoke rising. If you grab it, you can always find a few shrapnel from it.
General Orlandini, commander of the Semitic Northern Route Army, and his headquarters are currently hiding underground in the center of the battlefield.
In order to defend against human cannonballs, the headquarters was covered with logs. A few meters of soil was then placed on top, and finally stones were laid on top of the soil.
But none of this stopped the Rumans' fierce artillery fire.
Every time with the vibration of the explosion of artillery fire, the soil would roll down from the roof.
One can't help but wonder if this place may collapse at any time, burying all the people in the headquarters underneath.
Orlandini was covered in dust and looked haggard. He sat motionless on a chair, staring at the map with his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. Dust fell from the top of his head and sprinkled on him from time to time.
The atmosphere in the headquarters was dull, and the officers were all silent, with sad expressions on their faces.
Through the gaps in the artillery fire, one could clearly hear the killing cries of the human soldiers getting closer and closer.
The officers knew that a disaster was coming, but they were helpless.
At this moment, an officer with a bandage on his head and covered in blood and mud rushed in and shouted anxiously: "Sir, where is your lord? Our Thirteenth Division is about to be overwhelmed. We need to
Reinforcements, urgent reinforcements are needed..."
An officer at the headquarters raised his head, looked at the officer who had just stepped down from the line of fire, smiled sadly, and said: "There are no reserves anymore, everyone has been sent to the battlefield."
The officer who asked for help was startled for a moment, then grabbed him and shook him vigorously, pleading earnestly: "It would be great if there was even one more squadron~! There are only a thousand men left in our division. They are almost gone..."
The officer from the headquarters shook his head and said: "There is no one left. Guards, grooms, cooks, guards, everyone has been sent to the battlefield."
The officer who asked for help murmured in disappointment: "Is there really no one left? No more? Even a small team, a small team will do..."
As he spoke, he looked towards the other officers.
The officers at the command headquarters smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
"Alas..." The officer who asked for help sighed, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he turned and walked out of the headquarters.
"Wait~!" The officer from the headquarters suddenly stopped him, then picked up his long sword from the left, slowly hung it on his belt, and said firmly: "At least I can still support you."
The officer who asked for help looked at him, opened his mouth but said nothing, and just nodded heavily.
The officer at the command headquarters pulled the uniform hard to make it look smoother, then solemnly gave a military salute to Orlandini and said: "I am happy to serve under your command."
Then he said to the other officers: "Everyone, see you in the Great Demon Temple~!"
He turned around and strode out of the headquarters.
The other people in the headquarters looked at each other, with expressions of despair and helplessness on each other's faces.
Several people stood up one after another, silently adjusted their clothes, waved goodbye to their colleagues around them, and then walked out without looking back.
Instead of waiting here to die, it's better to go out and fight vigorously, and at least die like a good warrior.
Orlandini saw all this but didn't say a word.
The Ruman people could have launched a counterattack in February. However, they postponed the launch of the campaign until April in order to mobilize as many troops as possible to surround themselves tightly and then eat them in one bite.
Lose.
If he had seen the opportunity earlier, he could still have led his troops... most of the troops to evacuate safely. But the high priest... the Dark Council issued an order requiring all troops to hold on for the last five minutes in order to win.
As a result, he could only watch the last chance slip away from his hands, and by the time the Dark Council reacted, it was already too late.
Although several breakouts were organized, all breakout efforts so far have failed.
Under the powerful offensive of the Rumans, it was only a matter of time before he was broken through. Perhaps, he would soon have to fight the Rumans like a soldier.
Orlandini has been thinking about a question at this moment: Who should be blamed for this ending?
Blame the high priest?
But he is the commander of this unit, and he is the one who should be most responsible for the soldiers.
Blame yourself?
Those damn Dark Council officials were hiding in the back, constantly dictating themselves, and repeatedly interfering with normal command...
At this time, a man in black appeared in front of the command department, holding a staff and walked in slowly until he came to Orlandini. Only then did Orlandini suddenly notice him while he was deep in thought.
Orlandini raised his head and looked at the familiar figure of the lich Herod in front of him. He nodded to him with a straight face.
Lich Herod sat down opposite Orlandini and said in a hoarse voice: "General, one defeat doesn't mean anything.
As long as there is a high priest, we can continue to recuperate and wait for the opportunity to come back after we return. Although the road ahead is full of bumps, the future world will definitely belong to us."
Orlandini was too lazy to raise his eyes to this stupid 13, and just cursed angrily in his heart: qnmlgbd~! At this time, it is not shameful to even sing a happy song.
Even if you have to wait another thousand years, that is your immortal ghost's business.
But now, we have lost hundreds of thousands of Semitic men, which is a tragedy for the entire Semitic people.
For the hundreds of thousands of Semitic people who died on the human continent, who should they turn to for justice? Who should be responsible for their deaths?
For a moment, Orlandini almost jumped up, but looking at the cold light flashing in the lich's eyes, he immediately sat down helplessly to reason with the lich, and what's the point of talking with the cow?
the difference?
He shook his head slowly, and then said tiredly: "Sir, come from the air, have you seen the battle situation of our army in the south of the city?"
"There are no more flags of our army in the south of the city." Lich Herod said nonchalantly.
Orlandini took a breath and murmured: "No more..."
Lich Herod didn't know what to say for a moment. Whatever he said at this time was redundant.
After a moment of silence, he coughed lightly, and then whispered: "In the name of the high priest, I am here to take the general back."
Orlandini suddenly raised his head and glared at Herod, and said angrily: "I won't leave. Here are hundreds of thousands of compatriots who I brought from my hometown. They all stay here. I am the only one who returns alive. How to face it?"
Their families.”
Lich Herod snorted coldly and said, "This is His Majesty's order. Do you want to disobey it?"
In order to avoid the recurrence of Veraplani's surrender, the High Priest of the Undead ordered Orlandini to withdraw to Ryder and not be captured by humans again.
Since the war started, several Semitic commanders have died, surrendered, and been captured, which has dealt a huge blow to morale. Now only Orlandini is left as the Semitic commander and the other high priest.
The pillar of strength under his command is Emperor De Rossi.
There is only one Semitic commander left, no matter what, he cannot be captured by humans again.
"I..." Orlandini gritted his teeth, snorted and then fell silent.
Lich Herod nodded and said: "That's right. Let's leave now. There is currently a shortage of people in front of His Majesty. The General still has important work to do in the future."
Orlandini seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He stood up without saying a word, followed Herod and walked outside the headquarters. He weakly waved to the people in the headquarters and motioned for everyone to follow.
Several officers around him looked at Orlandini and then at each other. Some of them lowered their heads in shame. They stood up and followed him.
Several people shook their heads and sat motionless. One of them loudly said: "I am willing to stay."
"Me too."
"I'm single anyway and have nowhere to go."
"..."
Orlandini turned around and looked solemnly at those who were willing to stay. After a moment of silence, he said: "Everyone, let's break out individually. Take care. See you when you have the chance..."
Then he strode out of the headquarters.
Lich Herod fired a green light above his head, and several war fortresses quickly swooped down under the cover of other war fortresses.
A war fortress quickly fell to the ground amidst the continuous artillery fire around it. The movement was so reckless and hasty that the base slapped the ground heavily, causing dust to fly all over the sky.
Under the gaze of the surrounding Semites, Orlandini followed Herod like a puppet, walking step by step towards the war fortress.
Although the Semitic soldiers on both sides did not speak, their reproachful, disappointed and resentful looks were unbearable in his heart, forcing him to bow his head deeply, looking as embarrassed as a criminal walking towards a prison van.
The soldiers were silent, many of them with blood-stained bandages on their bodies. They stood there dumbly, watching Orlandini and his party board the war fortress.
The officers following Orlandini couldn't even bear the reproachful and disappointed looks of the soldiers. They stopped one after another, and then slowly drew out their swords.
It was better to die heroically than to live in shame. They planned to stay and fight alongside their comrades.
Only two or three real cowards lowered their heads and hurriedly jumped out of the war fortress.
The war fortress quickly rose into the sky and headed to the west under the watchful eyes of the Semites.
The remaining officers put on their helmets, took out their weapons and held them in their hands. They looked at each other and said at the same time: "Take care."
"Goodbye at the Great Demon Temple."
Then he called to the surrounding soldiers, and they all ran in different directions.
They planned to break out and make a last-ditch effort.
The war fortress where Herod and Orlandini are located is climbing at maximum speed, trying to leave the battlefield as soon as possible. Around it, the war fortress of the undead is desperately blocking the Eagle fleet of the Maple Leaf Danlin and the security forces, fighting and
retreat.
After covering this war fortress from the battlefield, their mission was completed, and they immediately changed direction and left as quickly as possible.
At this moment, they just want to leave this terrible place.
The unscrupulous bombing of Ruman City a few days ago felt really good, it was like target practice. The dark mages even made a bet to see who could knock down the main hall of the Ruman palace.
But as time goes by, there are more and more human war fortresses above Ruman.
It started out as one squadron, but soon it became two squadrons, and one squadron was filled with nasty minicomputers.
Then after a few days, it became three squadrons, and the next month nearly a hundred of them appeared on the battlefield at a time.
Up to now, the number of human war fortresses is no less than theirs, and even seems to be much more than theirs.
Air combat is very difficult to fight, especially the tricky and vicious small machines. There are countless numbers of them, as if the sky is filled with their shadows.
They were like a pack of evil wolves, suddenly coming out of a blind corner, taking a bite, and then disappearing without a trace in an instant, which frightened the dark mages the most.
Just when the dark mage on the war fortress felt relieved, several Eagles rushed toward him from different directions.
Eagle Commander Ferreira had long noticed this war fortress that had landed on the ground, and guessed that it must have a special mission.
Therefore, this cunning bastard and his wingman hid in the western sky early in the morning, waiting for prey to be delivered to his mouth.
There were several Eagle pilots who had the same idea as him. In the air battle without a wireless dialogue system, everyone could only fight on their own.
Under such circumstances, they unanimously attacked this war fortress.
Seeing several fighter jets with huge eagle heads painted on them swooping over, the Undead War Fortress hurriedly avoided and fled in all directions.
The war fortress where Herod was located quickly dived and accelerated, desperately trying to escape from the Eagle's siege.
The undead war fortresses scurrying across the sky like a large group of panicked rabbits blocked the Eagle's flight path and target.
Ferreira and the others were unwilling to waste ammunition on these guys, so they had no choice but to dodge left and right in the air, trying to bite the escaping war fortress.
But the distance was quickly widened, and it was about to escape from the battlefield.
Ferreira was so angry that he slapped the seat hard in the cockpit and cursed loudly. It was all the bad things of those guys who were bent on grabbing credit. The fat duck they got was gone. He had to teach them well when he came back. What does it mean to respect your predecessors?
Just as Ferreira and the pilots were stamping their feet in hatred, two Eagles suddenly emerged from the west and rushed towards the war fortress. Within a distance of less than 300 meters, the noses of the aircraft dropped yellow.
The light flashed, hitting the undead tribe's war fortress.
A stream of flames shot out of the window of the war fortress, which was flying at low altitude. The war fortress suddenly fell to the ground. It fell headfirst to the ground, kicking up soil like waves, then bounced and rolled on the ground, and at the same time disintegrated during the impact.
A large number of black fragments were thrown out from the rolling war fortress and scattered all the way.
After rolling out for several hundred meters, the dilapidated war fortress fell to the ground, with flames and thick smoke coming out, and "crackling" explosions heard.
The Semitic soldiers witnessed all this in their positions and watched the war fortress Orlandini was riding in fall to the ground. However, no one spoke, let alone exclaimed. They just glanced at it, showed a sneer, and then continued to charge forward.
, until he fell to the swords and bullets of the Ruman people.
On April 14, after passing through a trench, the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division encountered a group of Ruman soldiers wearing red military uniforms. Just as the red-eyed Skeleton Division soldiers instinctively swept away their bullets, they suddenly
I saw the eagle flag held high by the opponent.
The Rumain garrison and the Marquis Maleton's northern army penetrated the last Semitic positions and joined forces victoriously.