A miniature missile flew over and shot down the armed airship that was already riddled with holes.
Huge fireballs fell from the sky and hit the buildings on the ground hard. Several tall buildings collapsed in an instant and were then engulfed in a sea of flames.
The real battlefield is a millstone of flesh and blood. No matter how many lives are thrown into it, they will be easily ground into powder!
The drone that completed the attack flashed through the air and flew towards the next target it had just locked on.
"Get out of the way, quickly!"
On the messy streets, a group of Flame Empire soldiers hid in a hurry, but many people were still affected by the wreckage of the falling armed airship. They screamed in agony and then fell silent.
"These idiots!"
Seeing his soldiers struggling and wailing in the sea of fire, the leading officer, with bloodshot eyes, raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.
After several gunshots, the figure struggling painfully in the sea of fire became silent again, letting the flames burn wantonly on his body.
"Buzz..."
A slight vibration was heard, but the expression of the leading officer did not change. Just when he was about to issue a concealment order, a silver-white drone had already risen from behind the building, with flames flashing on the front of the fuselage.
The outer shell of this drone was riddled with holes, but it still carried out combat instructions quickly and effectively, destroying all locked Imperial soldiers.
Dense barrages swept across the streets. The soldiers of the Flame Empire who had just escaped the disaster were torn into pieces one after another before they could recover. The blood and minced flesh soaked the stone ground under their feet into a shocking color.
color!
"Attack quickly and knock it down for me!"
Seeing this tragic scene, the officer leading the team almost went crazy. He raised his neck and roared angrily at the soldiers around him.
The soldiers who received the order did not hesitate. After a few jumps, they ran to the open space, quickly took off the metal boxes on their backs, and locked the drone that was still firing.
This is a magical attack weapon made by the Flame Empire to imitate the rocket launcher. Although it is not as lethal as the original, it can still penetrate the scarred shell of the drone.
"Whoosh!"
After several sharp sounds, the drone quickly dodged, but a ball of fire still burst out from the front, and then it fell crookedly towards the ground.
Like the aircraft produced in the original world, this mass-produced drone does not have enough energy to maintain a shield for a long time, nor can it withstand continuous attacks from armor-piercing weapons like a heavy tank!
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound from behind the street. It was obvious that the drone had crashed to the ground, but there was no explosion.
"Well done!"
The officer leading the team was full of excitement. After laughing loudly, he waved his hand: "Brothers, follow me to reinforce other teams and kill the gang in Shenglong City..."
"Bang!"
As soon as the leading officer said this, he felt a pain in his chest, and the soldiers opposite him showed horrified eyes.
"..."
Looking down at the bloody holes on his body, the leading officer was about to say something when he heard a series of sharp sounds coming from his ears, which seemed to be heading straight for them.
"Mongrel...breed..."
A series of violent explosions sounded, and the leading officer and his men were instantly engulfed in flames. When the bombing ended, there was no longer a living person on the dilapidated streets!
At the same time that the bombing was happening, in a chariot on the edge of the city, a Holy Dragon City monk was skillfully operating a computer. On the holographic screen in front of him was a bird's-eye view of the entire city.
"Enemy traces have been found in the East 12th District. The number is about 300. The coordinates have been sent and an air strike is requested!"
Hearing the voice coming from the communicator, the Loucheng monk immediately replied: "After receiving the request, launch an attack immediately!"
Following his rapid operation, a stealth super drone began to drop bombs at an altitude of about 10,000 meters above the city, targeting the location where he had just requested support.
Bombs flashing with red light roared towards them, and not long after, another earth-shattering explosion sounded in the city, and hundreds of soldiers from the Flame Empire were instantly engulfed in a sea of flames.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the Loucheng monk touched his pocket, and then showed a hint of disappointment.
A cigarette was handed to the young man. Looking at his companion standing beside him, Brother Loucheng laughed, opened his mouth and sucked the cigarette into his mouth. When he inhaled hard, the cigarette ignited automatically.
"Thomas, you are about to be promoted to lord, why can't you quit this kind of thing?"
The man who spoke was Duanyan, who was about the same age as Thomas. The armor on his body was still stained with a trace of blood. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fight.
"It's not an addiction, it's just a nostalgia for the past life!"
"Oh, are you tired of your current life and want to return to the original world?"
"What do you think?"
"You'll be damned if you think so. I heard that you actively asked to participate in this battle!"
Thomas smiled, threw away the cigarette in his hand, operated on the holographic screen again, and launched another wave of air strikes.
Turning to look at his companions, Thomas said with a trace of confusion in his tone: "The reason why I immigrated to the Loucheng World is firstly because I like war, and secondly I hope that I can gain great strength.
However, as my strength increases, I find that there are fewer and fewer opportunities for sword-to-flesh combat. Most of the time, battles are completed with technological weapons!
I feel a little uncomfortable because this is not what I thought at all, so I really want to know what you, the residents of Loucheng, think?"
After hearing Thomas' question, the young Loucheng monk was silent for a moment and said softly: "If I told you that this is actually the situation I expected, what would you think?"
Thomas looked puzzled: "Oh, why is this?"
The young monk sighed and said with a hint of memory: "When you came to Holy Dragon City, Loucheng was already very powerful. At least all the enemies I knew were defeated by Loucheng!
I have to say that we have a good city lord. It is precisely because of his existence that Holy Dragon City has miraculously risen and has reached this point unknowingly!
In your heart, you long for the battlefield where swords collide and flesh and blood fly, because you have never experienced the difficult years when the city was first established, and because you know that even if you die in battle, you still have a 90% chance of being resurrected.
Without the threat of death, the fear in my heart will be greatly weakened and even ignored."
When the young monk said this, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and said lightly: "Do you know, in the few years when Holy Dragon City was first established, how many wars happened in Holy Dragon City, and how many people died to protect her.
Give your blood and life?
My father, my uncle, and many others...
At that time, they only had crude weapons, and their strength was not very strong. Even the city lord was not super strong. But when facing the enemy, there was no other choice except a bloody fight to the death!
Do you think they are all willing to do this? Maybe, but if they had the weapons you are using now, then no one would choose to do that. The first person who disagrees is the Lord of the City!
Why do we in Loucheng spare no effort in scientific research and development and constantly upgrade weapons and equipment? Isn’t the purpose of reducing the casualties of Loucheng residents as much as possible!
They also have families, relatives, and flesh and blood..."
Standing up, the young man patted Thomas on the shoulder and chuckled: "Don't worry, our comfortable life won't last long. It is estimated that after a while, it will be impossible for your sword to be unsheathed!"
Looking at the back of the young man slowly leaving, and thinking of the rumors that several buildings and cities had opened dimensional passages at the same time some time ago, Thomas seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
Is that really the case? Then start as soon as possible. What I long for is blood and battlefields, not like now, cooperating with hundreds of Loucheng monks to bomb aircraft carriers with air and space to play high-altitude strikes!