1386 Do You Want to See
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"Would you like to take a look too?" The commander of the Alan Hill Empire asked with a smile as he handed a very delicate telescope in his hand to the old swordsman beside him.
The old swordsman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took the thing of unknown purpose with some embarrassment, and then imitated the officer's appearance, and placed it in front of his eyes.
Then, he saw, in the eyepiece with the marked focal distance, a clear enemy position lay in front of his eyes.
It was really a very clear picture. He could even see the explosion waves from the shells, blowing away the weeds and messy things on the ground.
Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the old swordsman rubbed his eyes, picked up the binoculars again, and then forgot to put down the treasure in his hand.
This is a really good thing. Although I can't understand what those strange numbers mean, the clear picture is really real.
The faces of the other female swordsmen were already pale at this moment. Most of them had never seen a fierce battle, so they were somewhat uncomfortable facing such a scene.
In the eyes of these swordsmen, the battle is not so cruel. Even if the outcome is decided, such a terrible scene will not happen.
Now in front of them, a huge explosion almost lifted the earth, and the terrifying air waves collided in the sky, mixing together like a meat grinder.
In just a split second, the originally calm position boiled like boiling water. When these places were still in chaos, the attack of the Alan Hill Empire had already begun.
The simplest step-tank coordination, in fact, puppet robots can't do too complicated coordinated attacks. These puppet soldiers with weapons moved forward with the tanks that had run over the hillside, while pulling the trigger in their hands and firing non-stop.
Tracer bullets began to fly everywhere, and the entire battlefield was filled with flames, and then the machine guns began to roar, and a fire net enveloped the place where the white-clothed swordsmen were stationed.
"Whoosh!" A flying sword flew out of the flame net composed of tracer bullets, piercing through a puppet robot that was advancing like a rainbow.
Afterwards, the flying sword circled around and smashed another puppet, and then flew back to the ground where it rushed out with a howl.
There is a bomb crater. Obviously, there should be a swordsman hiding in the bomb crater. He controls his flying sword and attacks the puppet robot that is attacking from the front.
The puppet robot that was hit fell on its back, and then more puppet robots filled the gap here.
Countless puppet robots aimed their weapons at the crater, and the bullets hit the edge of the crater, splashing a cloud of white smoke.
Inside the slightly shaking tank, a puppet robot pulled out a shell from the ammunition rack, and pushed the shell marked as a grenade into the barrel.
Then, he closed the breech block, and the gunner's puppet on the other side of the breech block pressed the button to start turning the turret.
The turret of the M4 tank began to rotate clockwise amid the hum of the motor, and soon the slender tank gun barrel pointed at the bomb crater bunker in the distance that was billowed with white smoke.
"Boom!" The gunner puppet stepped on the launch pedal, and the gun barrel of the M4 tank sprayed out a ball of flames. The huge recoil made the tank tremble, but everything returned to normal afterward.
"Boom!" Almost at the same time, the shell directly hit the edge of the crater and exploded there. The rising black smoke rolled into the sky, and countless gravels fell from the sky immediately after.
The white-clothed swordsman hiding in the crater screamed and shrank back to the bottom of the crater covering his face. The surrounding puppet robots walked to the vicinity of the crater step by step with weapons in their hands.
Obviously, the locked white swordsman had no chance to escape. He may continue to persist and kill many puppets, but there is no possibility of escape.
"Okay, okay?" Finally, the old swordsman who had been staring at the battlefield seemed to have thought of something, looked at the officer beside him, and asked.
He felt that those ravaged swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword God Sect were really desolate. If the battle he faced was like this, he might not be able to last even a day.
So, he spoke, and while putting down the binoculars, he continued: "We, should we set off?"
"Don't worry! It's not time for you to come out yet." The officer of the Ireland Hill Empire waved his hand and made a calm gesture: "Do you still remember the sequence of missions?"
The officer emphasized: "The battle meeting is a very important communication link. Next time, please remember the battle plan... If it is messed up, it will affect your own survival rate, understand?"
He said it very seriously, which made the female swordsmen behind him a little embarrassed: "The arrangement of the previous battle was... like this: After weakening the opponent's defense force, the propaganda team will carry out propaganda for this position, The purpose is to break the opponent's will to resist. We will use mortars to drop printed leaflets, and then use drones to broadcast propaganda simultaneously."
"Now, the leaflets thrown by the mortars have not been distributed. You go up, don't you want to be attacked by the opponent?" The officer said while focusing on the words "attacked by the opponent".
"Get ready! Let it go!" Not far away, the mortar unit, which had been on standby for a long time, began to attack at this time.
Their shells are special, modified. Instead of exploding, the shells would scatter across the sky, turning into falling pieces of paper.
These pieces of paper are printed with words asking the opponent to surrender immediately. These words are all Chinese characters, and most of them have been proofread by the people of Tianjian Shenzong.
"Look, it's almost done now." Looking at the colorful leaflets, dancing with the wind on the opponent's position, and falling to the position of the men in white little by little, the leader of the Alan Hill Empire officer was very satisfied. nodded.
"Harold! It's time for you to play!" The officer looked at the man wearing a strange armor and holding the helmet, pointed to the distance and ordered: "Take your people, cover these disciples of the Nine Nether Sect, catch Twenty captives back!"
He couldn't guarantee that every prisoner would surrender, so he had to capture twice as many prisoners to ensure that he would be able to complete the task.
For the Alan Hill Empire, how many prisoners to capture and how to capture them are actually not a problem. The real question is: what can these captives do.