Two Hundred and Three Garingh's Mourning

In the northern city of the Holy Demon Empire, Galinghe, a magic apprentice rushed into the city lord's room in horror and shouted in horror: "It's not good! It's not good! Flocks of planes! Cover the sky!"

The city lord was having a meeting with several generals stationed in the city, and when he heard the news, his eyes widened.

Garingh is in the northern part of the Holy Demon Empire, and it is very prosperous recently because it is close to the westward railway. The population here exceeds one million, and there are dozens of large-scale factories. Because of the convenience of raw material transportation and mechanical maintenance, many factories of the Holy Demon Empire are located in Garinghe.

There's even a massive power plant, a workshop that makes bullets, and a production base that has just recently been built to make parts that complement many of the factory machines.

Because of this, after Chris decided to counterattack the Holy Demon Empire first and launched a storm in the north, the Air Force set the target of strategic bombing at Garingh. This is a rare strategic target of the Holy Demon Empire in the north worthy of large-scale bombing.

"Activate... activate the city's defensive magic barrier! Quick!" The city owner walked to the balcony, opened the window, and saw the b-17 bomber group that had been lowered overhead.

These bombers covered the sky and the sun was too numerous to count. He could even see that the belly of those bombers had opened huge bomb bays.

"Boom!" In the suburbs, the factory facilities that first entered the bombing range have begun to explode. Countless bombs fell from the sky and set off a sea of ​​fire here. There were flying shrapnel everywhere, and the ruins were destroyed by the shock wave.

The factory building collapsed in the vibration, and the mechanical equipment was blasted into the sky by the explosion. The stamping machine imported from Ireland Hill at an expensive price slowly fell down in the thick smoke.

Immediately afterwards, a huge explosion crossed the flat road around the factory, blowing up the branch railways that connected to the westward railway. Before the twisted railroad tracks and the broken sleepers landed, the huge platform at the end of the railway was destroyed in the explosion.

The devastating explosion made everyone around them speechless in shock. The bomb engulfed the beautiful platform in an instant, and collapsed the imported crane used for loading and unloading.

Before these shocked people turned to dodge, the falling bomb slammed in front of them, and the shock wave that instantly transpired engulfed the onlookers, tearing them to pieces in just a few microseconds.

The bombs passed through the dragon dens where the dragons were raised, the fences built by the giant trees, and the hundreds of thousands of dragon eggs in various mature states, all of which were shattered by the bombs. The hatchlings struggled and wailed amid the explosions, before being engulfed in flames.

At this time, the city's magic defense barrier was rising, and the cover formed by the huge magic circle covered about one-third of the city.

Because Garingh has developed too fast in the past year, the defense construction here has not kept pace with the expansion of the city. The peripheral civilian areas that were originally abandoned are now far from being the edge of the city, and the factory area that is really on the edge of the city is now a sea of ​​fire.

"This defensive barrier... can it hold up?" A magician who put his hand on the magic spar and injected magic into the defensive magic circle felt the vibration of the building under his feet, and looked at his companion a little uneasy.

A female magician beside him who also pressed his hand on the magic spar was also very nervous.

Because for hundreds of years, they have never activated the magical defense system of this city close to the mortal direction...

This magical defense barrier was built hundreds of years ago, and it was originally built casually.

Who would have thought that the safest hinterland city, the city close to the mortal empire, would be attacked violently? I am afraid that this kind of thing was said three years ago, and no one wants to believe it.

People now believe that the mortal empire will attack the magic empire, but what's the use of believing it?

Finally, the first falling bomb hit the magic barrier. The huge explosion left a wave after wave on the magic barrier. These magic ripples spread, causing the entire magic barrier to shake.

This terrifying explosion made everyone in the city uneasy. Originally, they thought that there was a magical barrier above their heads to protect them and they could escape, but now it seems that this barrier is not very reliable.

The second explosion followed, followed by the third, and the fourth. The civilians, terrified by the explosion, suddenly realized that such an attack seemed to have no end.

Finally, the magic barrier began to weaken the light in the trembling, and it was useless to let the magicians inject their own magic power. The magic barrier of the city is about to collapse, and all the magicians who are trying to save the magic barrier know it well.

But they still dare not give up, because if this barrier is really broken, then the city seems to cease to exist.

"It's over! Everything is over!" The city lord stood on his balcony, looking up at the magic circle that had faded away in the sky, and muttered in a low voice.

In less than a minute, a bomb penetrated the magic circle and exploded in mid-air during the descent. Subsequently, more bombs passed through the magic circle and fell on every corner of the city.

The huge magic tower began to collapse with the explosion, and the falling stones from the roof smashed into the street, setting off a cloud of dust.

People screamed in horror and ran everywhere to avoid the bombs falling from the sky. The whole city was shrouded in despair and terror, and there was fire and dust everywhere. It was a scene of doomsday.

The explosion in the distance has not gone away, and the explosion in the vicinity has already sounded. Thick smoke rose and flames danced, one building after another was razed to the ground, and countless magicians and civilians were engulfed in the rolling dust.

A group of armored soldiers ran aimlessly down the street, hoping to find a safe place to hide, but a huge building fell down and engulfed them in an instant.

The people around had no way to save these buried people, because in the next second, they were torn to shreds by another explosion.

The streets and alleys stained with napalm were burning, and then the flames were blown in all directions by the shock wave raised by the high-explosive bomb. There are even some gas bombs in the mix, making disaster relief a complete joke.

Thousands of bombs were dropped in the first wave of bombing, and the second wave of bombing that followed was completely ground washing.

At an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, the bombardiers of Ireland Hill could no longer see any targets under their feet. All they could see was the thick smoke, and the wreckage that the explosion had only occasionally exposed.

However, these angry Alan Hill soldiers firmly pressed their bomb button and dropped more bombs on this poor city.

The city has no air defense bunkers, and most of the sewers are too old to withstand the impact of the explosion.

Therefore, in the face of the strategic bombing of Ireland Hill, any living target in this city has nowhere to hide. When disaster strikes, all beings are equal. With their cries and curses, they ushered in Elan Hill's revenge and judgment.

A bomb hit the city's newly built power station, and the huge generator set was still running before it was blown up. The parts that were rotating at high speed flew far away, smashed the walls of the factory building, and landed in the yard with the flesh and blood of the workers.

Lush trees were uprooted by bombs, which fell in the lake and overturned the unattended boats above. This inaccurate bombing involved everything that could be affected.

The Dragon Knights who took off to intercept them faced hundreds of escorting P-51 Mustang fighters, unable to even dislodge the bomber swarm.

They can only sigh at those plane formations that are like iron walls, and they will be taught by countless tracer bullets if they get closer.

Some magicians also tried to use magic to attack those bombers in the air, but they managed to get a magic ball to hit those planes, but they couldn't tear the magic defense barrier on those planes because of the distance.

The cruel fact that Alan Hill's bombers also had a magical defense barrier made it impossible for the magicians to feel any resistance. They can only flee with civilians and the army, and use magic to protect the people around them.

After almost an hour of continuous bombardment, Garingh finally regained his composure. The far-off bombers lost all their bombs, leaving the city in despair.

Compared with what the Holy Demon Empire did along the westward railway line, Alan Hill's revenge was more like a massacre of the weak. Countless houses are in ruins, and buildings that have been hundreds of years old have collapsed.

Hundreds of thousands of people went missing directly in this bombing, and the rest are doomed to be displaced. Garlinger lost power, lost the factory, lost everything that could be lost. Now all that's left here are the desperate refugees.

"Why...why is this!" The city lord, who survived fortunately, was standing in the ruins wearing a magic robe covered in dust, looking at the people who were struggling in the incendiary bombs and thick smoke, crying in pain. call sign.

"Isn't it great when working together? Why bother with Alan Hill? It's alright now, it's all over! It's all gone!" He staggered forward, regardless of those lying in the rubble The corpse of the officer, and regardless of the subordinates who were lying about, walked into the distance without looking back.