Eight Hundred Fifty-Seven Heinous Crimes

"Kill!" Armed with assault rifles and shining bright bayonets, the grenadiers of Alan Hill rushed to the position where the flag of the ruined Norma Empire was planted.

Behind the sandbags full of bullet holes, the corpses of soldiers from the Norma Empire lay in disorder. There were broken long swords beside them, as well as some shields, spears and other weapons and armors.

"Kill!" On the battlefield of the Norma Empire, the defenders who had run out of ammunition and food also yelled hysterically, but in their voices, no matter how they sounded, there was an echo called despair.

The magic energy has long been exhausted, and now they can only rely on the long sword in their hands and the armor on their bodies to fight against the grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire.

It's a pity that their combat effectiveness is not much stronger than that of the Uprising and the regiment, not to mention that they are no longer facing opponents at the level of the Eight-Power Allied Forces.

"Tuttuktut!" The assault rifles in the hands of the Elland Hill Grenadier fired together, and the soldiers of the Norma Empire in the trenches fell one by one.

They charged forward one after another, but they could only fall down on the way to the charge. They screamed and died before they touched the front of the soldiers of Alan Hill.

The tank ran over the position that had been plowed by shells, and the soft soil was mixed with fine shrapnel.

The sound of the engine echoed in the air filled with the smell of sulfur. Beside the scorched crater, there was no silver helmet and broken armor of the owner.

"Long live the Norma Empire!" In the soft soil, a scorched young soldier whose face was scorched by the flames of war jumped up suddenly, brandishing his long sword, trying to find an enemy to perish together.

Unfortunately, the moment he stood up, he realized that what passed beside him was not the Elland Hill grenadiers with bayonets, but the Elland Hill magician with a long sword.

The opponent's movements were faster than the leaping soldiers of the Norma Empire. A long sword pierced his throat in an instant, and blood splashed everywhere, splashing on the armored vehicles passing by, leaving behind dots.

In just one day, the border troops of the Irish Empire broke through the border defenses of the Norma Empire.

The Norma border guards, which had been strengthened to hundreds of thousands of people, were completely defeated by their former allies, the Alan Hill army, without waiting to support the troops or replenish supplies.

With a bit of tragedy and a bit of helplessness, they fulfilled their promise to their motherland with their own blood.

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"Get ready to fight!" On the second border defense line, the officers of the Norma Empire loudly reminded their soldiers—they had seen that the flag of the enemy country had been erected on the far line of defense.

"Clatter!" The soldiers of the Norma Empire in the trenches, the sound of pulling the bolts became one. They quietly waited for the arrival of the enemy, and they wanted to use their own battles to avenge their motherland.

The Mauser 98K rifles were aimed at the direction where the enemy might come, and the Maxim heavy machine gun was ready for battle in the forward fortification.

It is a pity that their opponents have no intention of engaging them in a trench warfare like World War I.

Just as they were getting ready to fight, Alan Hill's attack plane roared past their defensive positions.

The 30mm cannon fired left a row of ravines filled with white smoke on the ground, and everyone on the path of the ravine was immediately turned upside down and completely defeated.

Instead of the enemy's flesh and blood, what was waiting was the enemy's rain of steel. The soldiers of the Norma Empire couldn't adapt to the situation they faced for a while.

Then countless heavy artillery shells rained down, and the entire position shook and collapsed amidst the sound of artillery.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen AC-130 gunships of Alan Hill flew over the battlefield. Most of these aircraft were not transferred to the Demon Realm, and the rest were deployed in the territory of Alan Hill. war.

The AC-130 gunship, which had not appeared on the battlefield for a long time, suppressed the defensive positions of the entire Norma Empire as soon as it came out. The Norma Empire, which lacked anti-aircraft weapons, could only watch helplessly as its position was completely destroyed.

In the air, the planes of the Norma Empire were no match for the fighter jets of the Airland Hill Empire. The few MiG-21 fighter jets that the Norma Empire managed to save were all defeated by the F-21 fighters of the Irish Empire within an hour of the war 15 fighters cleaned up.

Regardless of whether it is in the sky or on the ground, the weapon system of the Alan Hill Empire has crushed the Norma Empire. After all, the weapons and equipment that the Norma Empire can handle are all purchased from the Alan Hill Empire.

The fighting power of the two sides is not at the same level at all. When the soldiers of the Irish Empire, under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, ran over the bodies of countless soldiers of the Norma Empire, the battle was so suspenseless. it's over.

The battlefield is littered with the wreckage of M4 tanks, a tank cemetery formed by a marching Norma Empire armored division covered by Alan Hill's bazooka units.

After passing the tank cemetery, a small town appeared in the eyes of the soldiers of Alan Hill. When they entered this small town, they did not encounter any resistance.

The local civilians of the Norma Empire just looked at these strangers in camouflage combat uniforms, without hatred or joy.

They hadn't realized that the previous earthquake had destroyed cities further afield, so they just stood there, a little overwhelmed.

For them, they have no idea why this war broke out or when it will end. They just heard that the Alan Hill Empire broke its promise and brazenly declared war on the Norma Empire.

"Why, aren't we allies?" A child chased the military vehicle of Alan Hill through the town, and asked loudly the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire sitting in the car.

The Elland Hill soldier sitting in the car did not answer his question, but threw the chocolate in his jacket pocket to the other party.

He is just a little guy, it doesn't matter to him why this war broke out, or whether it was framed or something happened. All he has to do is to obey, obey the call of his motherland, and crusade against all the enemies of Alan Hill!

"Poor?" The officer sitting in the truck asked when he saw his soldiers throwing chocolates to each other.

The young Ailan Hill soldier didn't speak, but nodded slightly, as an acknowledgment of his compassion.

"The more pitiful they are, the more sinful their emperor is! He is the one who pushed these civilians into the abyss of war for his own selfishness." The officer's body swayed slightly with the bumps of the truck, and there was a trace of regret in his voice , said.