1111 The Last Few 10 Kilometers

A heavy armored vehicle with a wheel height of more than one meter ran over the corpse of a demon soldier.

The turret on its hull pointed forward obliquely, aiming at a house that was already riddled with holes.

Without any hesitation, the 50mm cannon began to roar, and the dense tracer bullets left rows of dazzling beams of light in the air.

Like a laser cannon, the ammunition from the 50mm rapid-fire cannon hit the wall of the building, sending out a puff of white smoke.

At the same time, countless huge bullet casings were ejected clangingly and fell to the ground beside them.

These shell casings rolled around in the soft soil, some fell beside the corpses of the demon soldiers on the ground, and some rolled further away, until they touched the heavy armored grenadier's steel boots before stopping.

The grenadier standing there held a binoculars and carefully observed the small village that had not seen much movement.

The demon army stationed there has resisted from morning to noon, and it has not collapsed or surrendered until now.

"It's kind of interesting." The more you push forward, the more the main attacking heavy armored grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire can feel the determination of the demons on the opposite side to resist.

The opponent caused a lot of trouble to the attacking Alan Hill Empire. Naturally, the closer to Witthollands, the more pressure Alan Hill's ground troops could feel.

That is really a tragic and tragic struggle! It's crazy to use whatever weapon you find! Desperation to fight to the end at the expense of life!

Some demonic weapons, which had not been seen on the frontal battlefield for a long time, also began to gradually appear in the positions of the demonic defenders.

For example, the demon scattered the rest of the demon missiles and attacked the frontline troops of the Alan Hill Empire with cold guns, which caused a little trouble for the frontline troops.

But because the factories producing demon missiles have been destroyed, the quantity of these stocks is not enough to support the large-scale use of this weapon by demon troops, so it is just a small incident that has nothing to do with the overall situation.

But the more the opponent is like this, the more the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire know that their victory is in sight!

Even judging intuitively from the map, they are only tens of kilometers away from Witthollands, and their cannons seem to be almost ready to aim at the sinful city.

"Keep firing...the target is not completely silent yet!" On the radio,

The voice of the observation team came.

On the turret of the huge armored vehicle, the steaming 50mm long-barreled rapid-fire gun once again sprayed out blazing flames.

"Thuk chug!" A series of machine guns roared, causing another cloud of white smoke to form on the opposite building.

The gravel splashed, and the entire building collapsed on the side facing the Alan Hill Empire troops. The roof of the entire building was also overwhelmed and collapsed, and gravel and tiles splashed everywhere.

A drone hovered over the battlefield, watching as the demon defenders were engulfed in a cloud of dust from collapsed buildings.

Those demon soldiers huddled together, holding ancient long swords and other weapons, were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They could only use their lives to delay some tiny time.

"The opponent is still there! When the smoke clears, continue to attack...I will transmit the attack assessment results in real time." In the earphones, the voice of the observation team continued to come.

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ilanhill Empire standing next to the armored vehicle looked at the village in front of which was already garrisoned by the demon defenders who were already full of smoke, and they didn't know what expression they had.

As long as this village is captured, a forward position can be established here, and the large-caliber heavy artillery of Fort Burkeland can be aimed at Whithorlands.

"Whoosh!" A slender feather arrow cut through the wind and nailed to the fuselage of the drone hovering over the battlefield.

The huge force brought the drone up a few points, and then the observation drone, whose structure was destroyed, spun around and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

"The observation plane has been hit! The observation plane has been hit!" The regrettable and depressed voice of the pilot of the observation team operating the drone rang through the earphones.

On the high slope to the north of the armored vehicle, a sudden gunshot echoed in the air. That was the sniper's high-caliber sniper rifle firing.

"Hit the target! The archer on the second floor of the house at coordinates 7-9! Has been shot!" Taking his eyes away from the eyepiece of the sight, the sniper coldly pressed the communicator and reported to the entire attacking team : "No other shooters were found, the attack fan is temporarily safe!"

Hearing the sniper's report, the heavy armored grenadier who had been standing next to the heavy armored vehicle and observing the entire village raised his right hand and slashed forward.

Behind him, the heavy armored grenadiers who had been bending over and waiting for orders, ran forward quickly like a revived tiger.

"Attack! Attack!" Holding a 10mm assault rifle, the non-commissioned officer who was the first to move forward loudly cheered up the soldiers behind him.

These young soldiers quickly rushed up the slope, over the bushes full of green leaves, and ran across the empty ground full of shell craters and demon corpses.

"Whoosh!" Another feathered arrow flew towards him, sinking into the soil at the feet of a heavy armored bullet soldier running forward. Because of the strength, the end of the feather arrow did not stop immediately, but vibrated slightly for a long time.

"Archer! Archer! Who can find him! I can't see him!" While running, the officer of the Alan Hill Heavy Armored Grenadier who organized the attack shouted loudly on the radio.

"One o'clock position! One o'clock position! On the right side of Shire! Near the ruins on the right side of Shire!" Another charging soldier reported his position while running.

"Suppress! Suppress!" The officer's order came in a hurry.

On the heavy infantry fighting vehicle that had been guarding behind it, the turret squeaked and aimed at the direction of the ruins.

In the next second, the high-pitched continuous firing sound of the 50mm cannon rang out again: "Thuk tuk tuk!"

The tracer bombs splashed a cloud of white smoke on the rubble, and the collapsed wall shattered into countless tiny stones. The remaining half of the pillar also broke and collapsed under the cutting of the shell.

The attacking heavy grenadier troops had already rushed to the edge of the ruins near the village. They raised their automatic weapons, aimed at the location where they suspected the enemy was hiding, and pulled their triggers.

"Tud-chug-chug!" Intensive gunshots rang out, and the whole village was full of noise, with the sound of exploding grenades everywhere, as well as the demon's painful groans and cries.

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