1277 I Was Not Hurt

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Fokker rushed out of the building he was in. When he pushed open the gate, he happened to see a shell fall on the block not far away.

He could feel the buzzing of that day on the battlefield in his ears again, and he witnessed the explosion appearing before his eyes again.

The roofs of the buildings in the distance tilted slowly in the explosion, and finally collapsed under the weight of the load.

The block not far away was instantly flooded with dust, and then a more dull sound came.

It was the sound of one building after another collapsing in the shock, it was the sound of despair and destruction!

"Huh..." In the sound of the explosion, there was a piercing roar. Fokker raised his head and frowned to find the source of the noise. Then he saw something like a flying cross above his head. Fly over quickly.

Of course he didn't know that it was an A-10 attack aircraft, and of course he didn't know that the wings of that deadly aircraft were full of dangerous rockets.

Fortunately, the target of the A-10 attack plane was not where Fokker was. The target of the plane was the crusader's barracks outside the city.

Seeing that the A-10 attack plane flying over Fokker's head began to dive, and sprayed out strips of white smoke to the invisible places outside the city, Fokker felt his whole body trembling.

"Boom! Boom!" As the jets of white smoke crashed to the ground, there was one roar after another from outside the city in the distance. There were explosions one after another, as if only explosions and flames were left in the entire world.

"This...what the hell is going on here?" Pushing away an officer of the Crusaders who rushed over, the Pope walked out of the house, came to the open space, stood beside Fokker and asked.

"This... this is the anger of those 'false gods'..." Falk replied somewhat absent-mindedly.

In fact, he no longer felt that the other party was a false god. If the person with such powerful power is a false god, then the gods believed by the Holy See may not even be as good as false gods.

"Huh..." The engine roared, and an A-10 attack plane that had just fired rockets circled the sky before returning to the battlefield.

It seemed to have selected its target and began to swoop over the city. Immediately afterwards, this strange flying cross began to spew straight lines of shining light forward.

And on the ground, where these straight lines hit, wisps of white smoke began to spread forward, spreading all the way to the place where Fokker and the Pope were.

What's even more frightening is that the stones were even smashed to pieces in the place where the white smoke rose, and the soldiers screamed and sprayed blood mist. It was really a mess.

"Dangerous!" Fogg subconsciously scrambled away, and the Pope rushed to the side regardless of his majesty.

The straight line plowed by the 30mm GAU-8 cannon installed on the nose of the A-10 attack aircraft passed through the place where Fokker and the Pope stood just now, and continued to extend into the distance.

Fokker's adjutant, who had no time to dodge, and two generals of the Holy See, were hit by 30mm machine gun shells, and of course they became parts.

It is the real state of the parts, not exaggerated at all. One person flew out with half of his body, and the other person's head and an arm were separated from the body.

Even, a piece of intestine flew to the Pope's side, and some of the blood on it even fell on the Pope's robe.

"Ah! Ah!" A general whose knee was shattered hugged his remaining half of his thigh and rolled on the ground screaming. He tried to get his foot back, only to find that the calf above the ankle was gone.

There was a lot of minced meat, and he didn't know which piece was from his calf, so he could only rummage there in vain, grabbing a piece from time to time.

The waiter who had just served the generals to drink, couldn't help retching when he saw the bloody scene in front of him.

He almost vomited his stomach out, because he really saw a half-dead corpse, with the stomach and intestines hanging out, it was disgusting.

The place baptized by the GAN-8 machine gun can definitely be described as a mess. The ground is full of deep pits left by dense armor-piercing bullets, and the targets hit by the dense barrage will only be tragic.

Fogg can be regarded as an old general who has seen big winds and waves. He has been fighting on the battlefield for so many years, and he has seen many dead people.

Moreover, he was surrounded and bombed by drones in the contest with the Alan Hill Empire just now, so he has seen a lot.

So he was still somewhat immune to the scene in front of him, resisting the feeling of vomiting. He staggered over and helped the Pope up.

"Your Majesty...you, are you alright?" Falk asked as he waved away the dust surrounding him.

"They are devils! They are devils from hell! They are not false gods! They are the devils who came to destroy the world!" The pope grabbed Fogg's hand with a livid face, and said in an excited tone: "It must be destroyed! It must be destroyed!" Destroy them!"

"Your Majesty the Pope! Your Majesty the Pope!" Seeing some blood stains on the Pope's robe, Fogg nervously supported the Pope, trying to find wounds on his body.

He has seen too many people who were injured on the battlefield but didn't realize it because of nervousness. So he was afraid that the pope was really injured, or he was really afraid that the pope would die here in such a muddle.

You know, the Pope is the only chance for their Rock Empire to win the war! If the Pope hadn't been here, the Rock Empire might have surrendered to those powerful gods alone.

Amidst his shouts, the Pope finally came to his senses. He looked down and saw the blood on the skirt of his shirt, and realized that he might really be injured.

It's just that he didn't feel any pain coming from his body, so he could only touch it with his hands to see if he could touch the wound.

Just as he reached out to touch his body, several soldiers hurried over. They had just seen their general being attacked by the enemy, so they rushed over to help.

It was only at this time that Falk realized that as a general, he didn't even have a weapon when the enemy had already attacked!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" He shouted loudly, and then he shouted to the soldiers who gathered, "Where is my armor? Where is my saber?"

The pope on the side finally confirmed that he was not injured, and that the blood belonged to others. So he also calmed down, and shouted loudly to Fogg: "I'm fine! I'm not injured!"