One Thousand One Hundred and Twelve Chatting

"You... will never be able to defeat the great... source of magic..." A demon soldier who fell on the ground said with difficulty while spitting out black blood.

The Elland Hill Grenadier, who was looking down at him, just snorted coldly, not even preparing to take another shot with the weapon in his hand.

Because this demon has no possibility of living, unless the medical soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire start to rescue this poor guy now.

However, the medical soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire are not obliged to rescue him. After all, after this battle, several wounded still need help.

"You will all die! You will all be killed by the great source of magic!" The demon wounded soldier who fell on the ground could not die for a while, so he continued to babble in his weak voice.

It is not known whether he wanted to intimidate the victor standing next to him, or whether he wanted to find a reasonable explanation for his own death.

The tremors in the distance approached little by little, and the demon lying on the ground felt that something was violently shaking the ground under his body.

His eyes widened, because he heard a loud bang in the distance, and he also saw the behemoth approaching a little bit!

Yes, definitely a behemoth, it's a city! A huge city is rapidly approaching him.

Burkeland, the fortress city of the Ireland Empire, is also a mobile fortress! Its figure appeared in a place less than 30 kilometers away from Witthollands!

Right in front of the dying demon soldier, this huge fortress was entrenched little by little, surrounded by layers, and finally turned into a super fortress with layers of mosquito coils.

"What kind of opponent are we... fighting against?" The demon lying on the ground closed his eyes, because the outermost centipede tail of Bulkeland happened to land near the village.

The thick, metal-wrapped centipede leg fell heavily, just stepping on the demon soldier's side.

He could even touch the end of the huge centipede leg, when the centipede leg fell heavily, the dust splashed even buried half of his body.

The Ellanhill Empire soldier who had been looking down at him came back at this time with a cigarette in his mouth, and found a piece of gravel as a bench in the dust that had just fallen with great interest.

The grenadier of the Empire of Ireland sits there,

He spat out a mouthful of cigarette smoke, and asked the demon lying on the ground with a sense of contempt: "Now, do you still think we will be defeated?"

"Ahem..." The demon wanted to answer, but black blood gushed out of his mouth again. He coughed violently, and his half-buried body was convulsing.

In fact, he really wanted to say that he still firmly believed that the origin of magic would definitely win.

However, the demon soldier who already felt that his vitality was passing away suddenly realized that his persistence might be meaningless at all.

As a soldier, he has fought to the last moment for his country and for what he believes in. He was about to die, and for a corpse, victory or defeat was nothing to contend with.

So, at this moment, he suddenly became open-minded, looked at the human being sitting beside him, and panted softly: "I don't know...but I have fought, so it doesn't matter."

"In a while... there should be a good show, and I will let you know that this era is the era of the Alan Hill Empire." The human heavy armor grenadier exhaled a puff of smoke, pointed to the top of his head: "You should be better than me See clearly."

Yes, the demon soldier lying on his back here, the dust in front of his eyes has dispersed, he can clearly see the blue sky, and he can also see the thick, cold black gun barrels lying horizontally between the blue sky and him.

Burkeland Fortress has hundreds of large-caliber artillery. Although most of the artillery are old models, the range is not too far, but fortunately, the caliber of these artillery is large enough.

Those cannons with a caliber of 203 mm, a caliber of 283 mm, and a caliber of 406 mm all have an ultra-long range of 30 kilometers.

What's more, there is a terrible 800mm cannon on the Burkeland Fortress, and its range is more than 30 kilometers!

Therefore, these artillery pieces can attack Whithorlans. The purpose of this assault of the Alan Hill Empire has been achieved! They gained the bridgehead to attack Whithorlands, and at the same time opened the prelude to the official attack on Whithorans.

"Did you see those barrels? When I saw them for the first time, what I thought in my heart may be similar to what you thought." The smoking heavy grenadier pointed to the barrels that were gradually raised above his head, and said.

"What I'm thinking is, how can any army be able to resist such a force? When this fortress is full of guns, I feel my insignificance and understand a little bit of your despair." He didn't mind lying on the ground at all. The demon didn't look back from those barrels, and continued to talk to himself a little bit.

It may be that he has been fighting for too long, and he also needs someone to confide in. This human soldier regards the dying demon in front of him as a good confidant: "That is not a will of steel that flesh and blood can resist! Do you think the origin of magic is invincible? I think the Alan Hill Empire is truly invincible!"

"Look...it seems that we are...here desperately...to stop you, yes, it's a futile thing..." The devil said panting, he tried hard to get out of the turned up soil. Pulling out his seriously injured body, the attempt failed in the end.

The black blood mixed into the soil, dyeing the soil black. The demon stopped struggling, and continued to look up at the gun barrels that were constantly erected in a daze.

He seemed to be waiting, waiting for those cannons to roar, spewing out dazzling light and tumbling air waves. Because in his short life of more than twenty years, he has never seen so many artillery gathered together to fire.

At this moment, he, who was about to lose consciousness, was full of thoughts about how spectacular it would be to fire a thousand guns.

"Boom!" A 203mm caliber artillery spewed out flames, followed by the roar of a 283mm caliber heavy artillery. More artillery fired shells, and the sounds of various shelling mixed together.

When the 406mm caliber guns were also spraying out tumbling air waves and flames, the Alan Hill heavy armored grenadier who was sitting there enjoying the sound of various artillery guns saw the chest cavity of the demon soldier under his feet collapsed. Didn't blow up either.

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