The two attack planes that the villagers mistakenly thought were flying monsters were naturally the work of the Star Group.
The air power of the entire Star Cluster has been mobilized for this expedition. Hundreds of "Black Antelope" attack aircraft and "Raptor" helicopter gunships are spreading out from the temporary military airport outside the Hughes Fortress to reconnoiter the entire western part of the kingdom. and the condition of the Great Wall defense line.
Before the rocket base for launching reconnaissance satellites is completed, the expeditionary corps can only use this "relatively backward" method to obtain battlefield information for the time being.
A teleportation gate more than twenty meters high stands on the plain outside the Fortress of Hughes. Thousands of robot troops are building an advance base around the teleportation gate that is a hundred times stronger than the fortress.
And relying on this base, the roots of the Star Group will penetrate deeply into the world, absorbing nutrients from the entire world to feed itself back.
In the command center located in the center of the base, Major General Ramsey, the top commander of the expeditionary force, touched the stubble on his chin and scanned the expanding reconnaissance area on the electronic sandbox with sharp eyes like an eagle.
"His Excellency General Ramsey."
Edward, who had replaced his Chinese uniform with a light exoskeleton armor, couldn't help but asked: "The pressure on the Great Wall's defense line is becoming more and more intense. When do you plan to launch the first round of offensive?"
"Actually, Your Excellency the Duke."
Major General Ramsey confidently used his baton to point the Great Wall defense line that had turned red on the sand table, and said with a smile: "As we speak, the Air Force has launched a swift and powerful attack on the monster army along the entire defense line. A blow. So please be patient and a report on the results will be sent to you soon."
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Ten minutes ago, the Great Wall defense line on the western border of the kingdom.
The defense line that stretches for hundreds of kilometers is not in emergency. Neither humans nor monsters have so many troops that can be evenly distributed on such a long front. In fact, both sides have been carrying out fierce attacks and defenses on several small and medium-sized fortresses that serve as junctions of the city walls. war.
Under the endless stone-throwing offensive by the high-level monsters, the fortress walls made of reinforced concrete were somewhat unstable, and some sections had completely collapsed. It was only the desperate defense of the Hughes Grenadiers that kept the monsters at bay like a flood. Repelled by constant attacks.
"Sir, it's from the rear, uh..."
Some communication soldiers who couldn't think of how to describe it hesitated for a moment and continued: "The electronic communication equipment has just sent us the latest order."
The dejected Colonel Grenadier sat in front of the map and listened to the intermittent gunshots and explosions outside the door. He quickly raised his head after hearing the report from the signal trooper.
The long-term high-intensity battle has made the middle-aged colonel somewhat exhausted, and his bloodshot eyes regained their luster with the arrival of new orders.
"Is this a retreat order? Let us abandon this fortress that cost thousands of people to defend."
A hoarse voice came out of his mouth, full of unwillingness and decadence.
The signal soldier who heard what the colonel said did not blame his commander in his heart. With the battle at this point, there was little point in continuing to hold on.
Half a month ago, in order to cope with the increasingly fierce offensive of the monster army, thousands of people in the fortress defenders voluntarily reduced the supply of non-essential supplies from the rear, including food and clean drinking water, in order to obtain more weapons and ammunition supplies. , alcoholic beverages, etc.
The pollution brought by the monster army made the originally sweet well water extremely poisonous. If the officers had not discovered the soldiers foaming at the mouth after drinking the clean water in time, the entire fortress garrison would have been almost wiped out by the monsters.
But even so, the collapsed city wall section is like a fast lane to hell, swallowing hundreds of young lives every day to block the flood-like offensive of the monster army.
When a grenadier was selected to replace a comrade who had fallen on a collapsed wall, the officer personally tied a long black scarf around his arm.
These long towels used to wipe the wounds of grenadiers were once pure white, but after being handed over to several owners in succession, the long towels were soaked in blood without exception, and the dried blood dyed the long towels black.
These death squads with black scarves tied on their arms are called the Hughes Immortal Army.
It's a pity that the most sufficient firepower configuration cannot save the young lives of the Immortal Army.
The more than a dozen machine guns and boxes of high-explosive grenades that the entire fortress managed to squeeze out could barely repel the hordes of high-level monsters, and the exhausted Immortal Army had no confidence to withstand the next wave of monsters. Shocked.
If the communication equipment sent a while ago hadn't brought them news that reinforcements were about to arrive, they might have thought of escaping.
The signal soldier gave a wry smile, shook his head and told the colonel that the order from the rear was not to retreat but to stand firm and wait for reinforcements.
"You're fucking holding on and waiting for help. How many people have to die to shut up those bastards!? Whoever wants to fight this battle, I won't defend it anymore!"
When he heard that the colonel who was waiting for help was furious, he threw the military cap on his head to the ground, stood up and cursed the shamelessness of the officials in the rear.
If the scene of swearing allegiance to Duke Edward was not still fresh in his mind, and the grenadier drill he recited day and night when he first joined the Guards was still familiar to his ears, the colonel would probably have to scold the eight generations of ancestors of the generals in order to be happy.
"Sir, listen to me."
Seeing that the colonel was in self-destruction mode, the communications soldier quickly explained: "This order is different from the past. They said that reinforcements are already on the way and will arrive at the front line soon."
"It's ridiculous! It would take three days at the fastest from the Fortress of Hughes to our place! But now we don't have three days!?"
After getting angry, the colonel walked around in the command room to relieve the anger that had not receded in his heart and to clear his mind.
If the reinforcements are really on the way, then I must hold on for these three days no matter what.
Just when the colonel sat down again and thought hard about how to arrange the defense line to make the defense line more stable, the roar of fighter planes shook his eardrums through the thick wall. The colonel, thinking it was a large group of flying monsters incoming, quickly picked it up. He picked up his military cap from the ground and rushed out of the command room.
Even if the fortress really couldn't be defended, he would still die with the brave and fearless grenadiers!
But the colonel who ran up the city wall soon discovered that the whistling sound came from the sky behind him, so under the surprised eyes of him and the grenadiers, the aerial attack from the stars cluster was belatedly arrived.
"Fortress No. 3 has come into view. Squadron A will pay attention to the marked position and prepare for carpet bombing."
The "Black Antelope" attack aircraft formation responsible for guiding the bombing began to descend in a uniform manner, opened the armor on both sides of the fuselage and began to release the spy drones stored in the hangar.
"A Squadron has received it. The first marked position has been found, numbered A3001, and the bombing has begun."
As the robot pilot once again determined the marked impact point, more than twenty large transport aircraft that had been transformed into bombers flew towards the marked monster concentration area, and guided bombs fell from the bomb openings opened on the belly of the aircraft. .
In addition to the most basic high-explosive bombs, these "feasts" specially prepared for monsters also include many cloud-explosion bombs carrying cloud-explosion warheads, aiming to completely wipe out the lingering high-level monsters in the bombing area after the first round of explosions.
Under the shocked gaze of the colonel, the "giant bird" in the sky gracefully flew over the monster army. Under the observation of the telescope, rows of fine black dots could be seen accelerating from the belly of the giant bird and falling into the distant monsters. In the dense formation of the army, the dazzling fireball quickly occupied the entire field of view in the telescope.
"Ah! My eyes!"
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."
Stimulated by the bright light, the colonel put down his telescope. Before he could rub his tearful eyes, the deafening sound of explosions reached his ears through the air.
One sound, two sounds, hundreds of thousands of sounds!
The colonel, who returned his gaze to the battlefield, no longer knew how to describe what he saw in front of him.
A flaming city wall composed of countless exploding fireballs is advancing rapidly from the westernmost side of the battlefield. Dust is flying everywhere it passes. The once arrogant high-level monsters are thrown dozens of meters like tattered rag dolls under the powerful shock wave. high altitude.
For humans, their strong bodies can only prevent their corpses from turning into dust and ashes. The broken limbs and broken arms that fall like raindrops also retain part of the appearance of high-level monsters to a certain extent.
Low-level monsters used as cannon fodder were littered with corpses, and the broken limbs that had not been vaporized by the high temperature at the center of the explosion were turned into pieces of charred meat and flew out in the subsequent shock wave.
Guided bombs that can change direction in the air ensure that every corner of the battlefield will be "taken care of", and no monster can stay away from this bombing.
Seeing that the thousand-meter fire line representing death was still moving towards the east, in the area that was first bombed, the high-level monsters who had lost their lives struggled to pull themselves out of the soil where they were buried.
But no matter how powerful the body is, it can't withstand the shock wave of the bomb. Many monsters cough up a mouthful of broken internal organs and die in the process of getting up.
Before the few lucky ones could escape from this demonic hell, several cylindrical bombs carrying cloudburst warheads screamed into their sight as they looked high into the sky with lingering fear.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With a few innocuous explosions, the cylindrical projectile exploded, and the thousands of kilograms of cloud explosives carried in it were evenly spread over the heads of the surviving monsters along with the pre-designed shock wave.
Just when the monsters thought that the power of the bomb would stop there, thousands of kilograms of cloud explosives were mixed with the air, and the suspended aerosol like thick fog completely covered the sky above them.
"boom!!!"
The colonel standing on the city wall only felt that these fireballs were bigger and more dazzling than the previous ones, but the huge explosion made him have to cover his ears to continue to watch the killing feast in front of him without any distractions.
The explosion of cloud explosives that are fully mixed with air is called "cloud detonation." The detonation time of cloud blasts is dozens of times longer than that of ordinary bombs, and the destructive power of cloud detonations is much greater than previous bombings.
All the air in the explosion range was also drained. Before the monsters on the edge of the explosion could rejoice that they had escaped again, the strong sense of suffocation made them pinch their throats desperately, trying to squeeze out some breathable air. .
The sharp claws used to tear apart humans tore open his own throat, but even if he pulled out his trachea from the bloody throat, not a trace of air emerged.
After several minutes of high-temperature roasting and complete suffocation, there were no surviving monsters within the killing range of the cloud bomb.
Ignoring the intermittent tinnitus and the shock wave that hit like a strong wind, the colonel ecstatically raised the rifle in his hand, stood in the most conspicuous place and shouted the slogan of the Hughes Grenadier, venting his long-lasting The anger and pressure that has accumulated in my heart since then.
The soldiers in the fortress also laughed heartily along with their commander. Suddenly the entire fortress was immersed in the cheers of Hughes' victory, which could not subside for a long time.
And this scene, which can be called the end of the world for monsters, is being staged in front of several fortresses on the front line. The carpet bombing covering every corner of the battlefield has wiped out the corpses of tens of thousands of monsters. The teeth and horns became the proud trophies of the Hussein grenadiers.
The souls of the monsters became system points that fell into the pockets of Edward and Yang Tianyi.
