1139th Old General's Attack

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"Two imperial concubines? Are you kidding me?" Kneading the telegram into a ball of paper, Medias frowned and threw the ball under his feet: "Isn't this putting me on the fire? The headquarters was hit much more seriously."

After finishing speaking, he looked at General Heidi Canon beside him: "This is more disgusting than sending a telegram urging us to speed up our attack."

"What's wrong?" General Heidi Canon hadn't seen the telegram yet, because it had turned into a ball of paper and rolled not far away.

"Princess Andrea and Concubine Vivienne are going to personally lead troops to attack the Temple of Withorans!" Medias replied viciously.

"What horse?" When Heidi Canon asked this interrogative sentence, his voice changed. The word can mean everything from incredible to terrified just by listening to the sound.

"Let the troops on the front line speed up the attack! No matter what kind of difficulties you encounter! Give me 2 hours to advance to the Temple of Whithorn!" After thinking for a few seconds, Medias moved from Heidi Canon In his hands, he took over the command.

He was originally only inspecting the position of the First Armored Army of the Devil Realm Expeditionary Army of the Alan Hill Empire today. Taken here, he received this telegram that gave him a headache.

So, as a matter of course, this routine inspection turned into the commander of the Irish Empire Expeditionary Force personally going to the front to supervise the battle.

"Order the artillerymen of the army, cancel the rest, and immediately start bombarding all areas from h to l! Immediately! Immediately!" Heidi Canon, who came back to his senses, also hurriedly spoke, ordering loudly.

"Hi! I'm Medias! Yes! Delegate the artillery support authority of Fort Burkeland to the 1st Armored Army! Yes! Yes!" Medias grabbed a phone in front of him, and after he got through , directly opened the mouth to order.

"Hey, hey! Yes, it's me! That's Banner on duty, that's Louis? Put him on the phone! Yes! Things have changed! Send out all the tactical support aircraft you can find, no matter the cost! Assault on the Whithorns All ground targets that can be confirmed!" On the side of the air force liaison officer, the hand holding the phone was trembling.

Fearing losses, the Air Force had all but canceled the bombing of the Whithorns. But this time is different, even if they lose 100 planes at one point, they must fully support this battle!

Even if half of the front-line air force is lost and 1,000 pilots are lost, the battle to defeat Whithorn must be ended before the princess arrives at the front!

Remember the original goal of the Air Force? The one who "beat Vivienne"... Now it's just the other way around, and "protecting Vivienne" is a task that the Air Force must complete.

The phone calls from the frontline headquarters here came one after another, and the first batch of artillerymen who received the firing mission over there had already started their attack.

The dull but not far away 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer began to roar, and one after another the shells whizzed past the sky above the command headquarters.

Then, the urban area of ​​Witthollands, which had just fallen silent, boiled again. It was as if the calm water surface was suddenly filled with turbulent waves.

"Boom!" A shell fell among the ruins of a building, and the rubble rolled into the air with the explosion, and then shattered into more fine stones and sand and fell down, as if a field of mud had fallen. rainstorm.

And these fallen soil and rubble, before falling back to the ground, were lifted into the air by a new explosion.

The entire land of Witthollands trembled in the explosion, and the power of many large-caliber shells when they exploded was comparable to that of an earthquake.

Those demon defenders who were struggling in the shell explosion, before they had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the raindrops of rocket bombs fell down again.

This time, these stout rockets did not carry those damn cluster bombs, they carried powerful TNT charges, in order to destroy the buildings they hit in one fell swoop.

The concept of hundreds of rockets falling almost at the same time is different from the concept of shells falling. Although the artillery shells fired by the frontline artillery of the Alan Hill Empire are already large enough to be comparable to the instant coverage of rockets.

In just a split second, hundreds of explosions exploded throughout the city, shaking the earth and destroying the world.

Under such a terrifying covering and running fire, the demon servants in heavy armor swarmed up, killing the demon defenders standing on the weak line of defense.

These demon servants were ordered to defeat all enemies in front of them within a few hours at any cost!

Yes, at any cost! They are no longer fighting alone. Behind them, human snipers and mortar troops are pressing on them.

The sudden climax of this attack caught the demon defenders off guard. They lost their defenses, and in some places there were even large-scale routs.

The defenders in one block after another were driven or wiped out, and the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire could even see the half-collapsed demon temple from the gaps in the ruins.

Next to the ruins of the demon factory, which had long been beyond recognition, a demon struggled out of the burial of the floating soil. He shook his head, shaking the dirt off his head.

Not far away, a Type 99 main battle tank with a remote-controlled weapon station was running over the collapsed factory wall. Its turret was pointing in the distant direction, and it was stable without any shaking during the bumps.

In the next second, the tank stopped suddenly, and then a burst of hot flames spewed out from the steady barrel.

The sound of the cannon made the demon who had just crawled out of the rubble dizzy. He hurriedly dug out his long sword from the soil beside him, struggled to get up, and fled in a panic in the opposite direction.

Because of the cover of the reverse slope, he turned around a collapsed corner and saw several companions hiding here.

"My lord, where's your lord!" Almost crawling, he climbed up to a veteran and asked in a low voice.

"When the shelling started, he told us to stand firm, and then we didn't see him again." The veteran was holding a Mauser 98k rifle and a long sword at his waist, looking quite embarrassed: "I don't know if it is Run away, or die."

"Then...then what, what should we do?" The demon who finally escaped asked nervously.

"What else can I do..." The veteran leaned against the corner, poked his head out and glanced at the mighty human tank: "Withdraw! Follow this road to the other side of the ruins, there should be ours." people!"

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