1021 Cluster Bombs

In the Devil Realm, the Burkeland Fortress of the Ireland Hill Empire, a 105mm caliber howitzer suddenly retreated and ejected a shiny metal shell.

Accompanied by the sound of clanging metal collisions, the breech block of this 105mm caliber gun automatically opened, revealing the barrel inside.

The loader, who had already been holding the shells and waiting aside, was almost using his own muscle memory to accurately push the shells in his hand into the barrel.

The gunner waiting on the side closed the breech block exactly, and then the shooter pulled the gun rope to activate the firing pin inside the gun.

"Boom!" Another shell was fired, and under the blessing of the rifling, it flew out of the muzzle in a spin. Then it will fly 10 kilometers, land on the outskirts of Wetterhorlands, hit the ground and explode.

Who would have thought that the Alan Hill Army, which was still troubled by the lack of missiles before, has now begun to use medium-caliber howitzers to greet the origin of magic?

The frontier position of the Ireland Hill Empire is only less than seven kilometers away from the suburbs of Witthollands.

And the field guns of various calibers of the Ireland Hill Empire can already completely cover the Whithorns!

The old-fashioned large-caliber artillery has a range of more than 20 kilometers, and some even have a range of more than 30 kilometers. They can completely cover the Whithorns, and can stably attack targets near the city center.

The new self-propelled howitzers also have a range of more than 30 kilometers. These 155mm howitzers can also easily hit the shells to the city center where the enemy least wants to be beaten.

Originally, in order to attack the capital of the demons, the Alan Hill Empire gathered elite troops and created a protrusion for artillery use.

But now, the Alan Hill Empire troops on both wings have also penetrated the demon's defense line. They have made up the defense line, and even made Whithorans a prominent part of the demon's defense line.

In other words, Witthollands is now a front-line city, and one-third of its front has been exposed to the threat of direct attack from the Ireland Hill Empire.

Every day, countless shells fell on the suburbs and urban areas of the city. The entire city is now full of smoke columns, and the picture looks like the end of the world.

Alan Hill's bombardment has no intention of stopping at all. Anyway, for an empire, the number of shells bombarding a city is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

not to mention,

Medias, the commander-in-chief of the front line of the Elanhill Empire, who was shelling, was preparing a gift for the source of magic near Burkeland.

"Get ready! General!" An officer walked up to General Medias, stood at attention and saluted, and reported: "All designated troops are ready for battle!"

"Let's get started!" Medias looked at the map, didn't even bother to lift his head, and ordered: "Let the troops use more cluster bombs and less ground-penetrating warheads..."

Medias still had some scruples. After all, the order he received was to ensure that the source of magic could be captured alive as much as possible, or at least to preserve some demon technical documents.

This is actually a very difficult task, because the demons are desperately resisting. If they do not use large-caliber artillery to attack the opponent, it is difficult to guarantee effective damage.

But Chris asked Medias to direct the battle, not for him to complain. So even if Medias could only dance on the tip of the knife and carefully use the weapon in his hand, he could only execute the plan honestly.

The use of cluster bombs is one of the last resort reasons: if ground penetrating bombs are used, it is possible to damage some underground facility structures.

When the time comes to really destroy any important facilities, the gain will not be worth the loss-using cover attacks instead of focusing on deep strikes to destroy the enemy's will to resist, this is the purpose of cluster bombs.

The officer stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and walked out. A few seconds later, the 20 rocket artillery regiments stationed near the Burkeland Fortress removed the canvas on the launch vehicles one after another, and began to erect the rocket launchers.

Hundreds of multiple rocket launchers. A salvo is really a spectacular sight to the extreme. What's more, these rocket launchers are all new models with large calibers, and those old models have already begun to be returned to the factory for dismantling and decommissioning.

A few seconds later, the erected bazooka launch vehicle began to spray white smoke trails in the direction of Whithorn, and the smoke from the tail flame of the rockets instantly flooded the entire bazooka position.

Because there are too many positions, the whole Burkeland seems to be wrapped in a thick fog.

It was as if a smoke bomb was being fired. The smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun made all the nearby troops see a scene of a fairyland on earth.

A huge mobile fortress full of cannon barrels, just like this "floating" in a cloud of mist, looks as beautiful as a fairy tale.

It's just that this beauty hides blood and killing in real life. Those giant cannon barrels hidden in the smoke and dust, no matter which one is a powerful life harvesting machine!

Hundreds of rockets scattered in the sky, and the cluster bombs hung together like grapes in the single body were torn apart by the airflow.

According to inertia, these cluster bombs finally landed on the west side of the city of Witthollands. In an instant, the explosion flooded the place.

A poor demon was lying on the ground, holding the long sword in his hand, watching a ruined position occupied by friendly troops in the distance being submerged in an explosion.

Before he had time to cry for those comrades who died, he found that the explosion that swallowed the ruins quickly spread towards the place where he was, as if it had life.

He stared wide-eyed, ignoring his sadness, and hurried to his hiding place. But before he curled up, the explosion that seemed to have life had already covered the place where he was.

The landslides and ground cracks were deafening, the entire earth shook in the explosion, and the entire ruins collapsed in the explosion.

In just a few seconds, the west side of the devil's capital, Witthollands, was wiped out by thousands of cluster bombs.

When the ground shaking and the continuous explosions stopped, the surviving demon soldiers struggled to stand up from the rubble, and found that there were almost no standing buildings in this city.

There was no shouting or crying, because these unlucky survivors could no longer hear any sound.

Their ears are full of buzzing, they can only stand in the smog covered in mud and dust, as if they have lost their souls, standing alone among the rubble, ruins, corpses and black blood standing.

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