Two Hundred and Forty-One Blows

Looking at the last two Scud missiles flying into the air, a young officer stood in the missile launcher and asked softly, "Will we be punished for doing this?"

"Why do you say that? As a soldier, you should take killing the enemy as your responsibility. Do you want to let those opponents kill their comrades?" The white smoke traces left by the missile in the sky gradually dissipated, and asked rhetorically.

"However, Your Excellency General...use this kind of weapon..." The young man was still a little worried and explained.

The middle-aged general interrupted him and said firstly: "No but! Lieutenant Colonel Signer! There is no but! Eliminating all enemies for Your Majesty and Alan Hill is the meaning of my life! Also, it's you, The meaning of life!"

"Yes! Your Excellency General!" The young man put away the worried expression just now, raised his chin and stopped talking. Under his gaze, the tracks in the sky gradually faded away.

After a long while, the middle-aged general explained to himself: "Don't think that only people in the Magic Empire have hatred! We have it too! Mortals have been oppressed and exploited by magicians for thousands of years! Without their exploitation, how many of us would we have? Children will not be starved to death? How many of our friends will not be killed?" The general clenched his fists and asked sharply.

His child died in Arland because of starvation. If it wasn't for the obstruction of the Magic Empire, Alan Hill would have been able to drive into the Arland area in the year his son died of starvation to improve the living conditions there.

It can be said, or that is what he thought, that the Holy Demon Empire killed his youngest son.

Therefore, for him, throwing a 1 million-ton nuclear weapon at Bellevue cannot offset his hatred for the Holy Demon Empire. If it is operated according to his ideas, every city of the Holy Demon Empire should be wiped from this world.

Those splendid cities, those fertile peoples, were built on the hills of blood and corpses through the exploitation of mortals. Every brick and every tile here has the soul of a mortal and the flesh and blood of a mortal.

"I understand, General!" The young man nodded lightly and answered solemnly. Although he didn't feel the same way as the middle-aged general, he still agreed with the general's words.

The scars of hatred can only be washed with blood, he understands this truth. When the grievances are reported, there is no need for a soldier like him to think about it. All he has to do is take revenge and use the weapon in his hand to smooth the hatred for his fellow man.

"Anyway, it is estimated that no one will survive in such an environment...isn't it?" The middle-aged general glanced at his subordinates and stated a fact with a blank face.

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"Of course no one will survive the attack of this weapon, this is a super weapon just developed by our chemists in Ireland Hill, the scientific name is: 'S-(2-diisopropylaminoethyl) -Ethyl methyl thiophosphonate'." In another headquarters, a technician in a white coat proudly explained to the generals in front of him.

He held a beautiful looking glass ball in his hand, shook it in front of several people and said, "As long as I drop this thing on the ground, you don't even have time to wear a gas mask, you will fall to the ground and struggle. die."

As he spoke, he also threw the glass ball up and caught it with his hands. During his series of actions, all the generals standing in the room turned pale with fright and dared not question any of his actions.

After all, these generals were also afraid that the other party accidentally dropped the glass ball in his hand to the ground...

There are many lunatics in this empire, and the one wearing a white coat in front of him is undoubtedly the most terrifying of these lunatics. He is an expert in the Empire's chemical weapons, and the things in charge of research are very secret and very dangerous.

I heard that someone died tragically in the office because of a weapon leak. Many people know that in a quarantine area of ​​the Dothan Empire, there is a mysterious unit whose name is unknown. The weapons and equipment they have tested have a hideous deformed skeleton on it. as a sign of danger.

"Actually, the chemical name of this thing is too long, I don't want to talk about it myself, but it also has a shorter and more mysterious name, VX nerve gas!" The bridge of the nose has a monocle, a The gray-haired old man had a smile on his face, and kept throwing the frightening yellow glass ball in his hand.

In the eyes of everyone, he threw the glass ball high into the sky, and then retracted his palm: "Now, if this glass ball is real... everyone is dead!"

The glass ball fell to the ground in his voice and fell into a powder. The crystal fragments splashed everywhere, and the liquid inside evaporated into the air visibly.

Everyone stayed where they were because they felt it was too late to run away. It's not that they don't want to run, it's that their legs are shaking so much that they keep calling.

However, at this time, the lunatic in the white coat laughed and said to everyone: "Okay, everyone, the storage environment for VX poison gas is more severe than you think, so this one in my hand is just Just an alcohol glass ball!"

In the sight of wanting to kill him, the mad scientist twisted his neck twice and walked out of the frontline command of the Air Force with his hands in his pockets. While walking, he complained: "It's boring! Don't people here know what humor is?"

What do you call humor? A group of officers glared at the bastard's back, and kept sending him out of the headquarters crowded with generals and colonels.

When the seemingly crazy tech tycoon walked away, a general swallowed and said, "So, the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire near the San Lunos Bridge will not be alive anymore?"

"There is a high probability that they will all be killed in place by poison gas." Another air force commander squinted at the general who asked the question and replied.

"However, there should be many puppet soldiers there. These puppet soldiers are not expected to be destroyed by poison gas." The third one who spoke was an intelligence officer. He pointed to an intelligence document on the edge of the map and introduced: "About 1,000 puppets are stationed around there..."

"After about 20 minutes, there will only be puppet soldiers left!" The leader of the general looked at the broken glass ball under his feet, shook his head and said, "I never thought that we could use More terrifying means to kill than magic."

"Yeah, we can kill faster and more decently, or we can kill more cruel and bloody wreckage..." a general said.

"Of course, from my point of view, the faster and more honorable we kill, the closer we will be to victory." The leading general smiled and tried his best to look indifferent.

If you count the nuclear bombs, the air force he commands now may be stronger than all the armies used in all the wars that human beings have experienced in the past combined. With just a few dozen nukes, he can destroy a country.

Near the San Lunos Bridge, which was waiting for the battle, next to the high-raised anti-aircraft artillery, several anti-aircraft artillerymen of the Holy Demon Empire were yawning lazily.

Although the battle situation on the front line was not so smooth, the soldiers who were responsible for the air defense mission in the rear were still relatively safe. They don't have to face the dreaded Alan Hill army, they just need to be stationed in a safe place.

This is definitely a good job for the Holy Demon Empire, which has a high death rate in the front line. Unfortunately, I heard that Kadom has been surrounded, and they are getting closer and closer to the front line.

Fortunately, there is a huge city ahead, Ludnar, the second largest city of the Holy Demon Empire. Fortunately, these days, they have seen countless puppet soldiers passing through this bridge and heading for the increasingly tight line of defense.

Countless puppet soldiers still pile up on the bridge deck. These puppet soldiers walked across the bridge in groups and rushed towards the direction of the Alan Hill troops.

"If it weren't for so many anti-aircraft guns on our side, maybe those Alan Hills would have sent bombers to bomb here." Staring at the 130mm anti-aircraft gun beside him, a soldier of the Holy Demon Empire proudly praised road.

The anti-aircraft cannon in front of them was improved by the Holy Demon Empire based on the machine tool provided by Ailan Hill. It has a large caliber and a very high shooting height. It is one of the few weapons that can effectively deal with bombers.

With this weapon, they can sit back and relax here, guarding this important bridge.

"Hey! What are you looking at?" Just as he was about to answer his sigh, the gunner sitting opposite him frowned, staring at the constantly clear black dots in the distance, and asked the subordinate sitting beside him.

The subordinate rubbed his eyes, and then he could see clearly that the flying little black spot was a bigger and bigger "black spot"!

"That's a bomb!" Seeing what was flying over, the subordinate exclaimed loudly, "That's a bomb!"

In his terrified cries, the Scud's warhead suddenly exploded, dispersing into dozens of small bombs. The bombs scattered in the sky, and then scattered in an area of ​​nearly two kilometers.

Immediately after, the second missile also scattered in the sky, and countless bombs also scattered, falling from the sky, covering a military camp not far away, and dozens of anti-aircraft guns on the air defense position.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, the bombs rained down like this. The bombs, which were about the thickness of an arm and about the same length, were scattered inside the missile unit and fell into the densely packed positions filled with anti-aircraft guns.

Then, the explosion started like this. The continuous explosions were one after the other, as if the land was being ploughed all over again, rapidly spreading from one side to the other.

Before these poor anti-aircraft gunners from the Holy Demon Empire had time to escape, they were enveloped in the thick smoke from the bombs, and their figures were blurred in the constantly churning black smoke.

Cluster bombs are a very useful weapon when destroying large defensive positions. I saw that these bombs covered everything nearby like a carpet, extending from the side of the bridge to the other side of the bridge.

In the next second, the magic defense barrier on the bridge lit up, and the dazzling light shook in the explosion. The huge vibration shook the entire bridge, shaking as if it were about to collapse.

The puppet soldiers who were still crossing the river on the bridge swayed with the trembling of the bridge, and many of the puppets on the edge even turned directly into the river and fell into pieces.

Then, these cluster bombs that spread into the river stirred up the water column one by one higher than the bridges in the river. In the deafening explosion, some gravel and rubble fell from the San Lunos Bridge, but it did not collapse and destroy. .

In the billowing smoke of the explosion, the originally shining magical defense barrier had become dull. As a magical defensive barrier to defend this bridge, it has collapsed and shattered, and it can no longer play a defensive role.

Where the explosion had gone, the soft soil was broken away from it. The gunner of the anti-aircraft gun who was the first to spot the missile flying in from a distance just now, slapped his clothes in dismay, and muttered words, greeting the parents of the distant enemies of Alan Hill.

In the rising and rolling smoke, the two last fired Scud ballistic missile warheads shattered in the air, and countless yellow fist-sized glass balls shattered in the air, or fell to the ground, and the liquid inside disappeared in an instant. into the air.

"Hey, are you alright?" The gunner didn't see the warhead whose sound was much smaller than the explosion just now. He lowered his head and was pulling up a subordinate who also didn't die in the cluster bomb attack just now.

The subordinate shook his head, and before he could speak, he saw the gunner who was pulling him up, and hunched over and retched.

He was determined to help Papa Papa, but suddenly he felt that something was writhing in his mouth, and his stomach began to churn. Unable to hold back for a while, he also lay on the sandbag for concealment, stuck out his tongue and vomited: "Ouch..."

When he vomited out a lot of gastric juice and felt that he could barely hold back the vomiting, he struggled to turn around and found that his gunner was already sitting next to the anti-aircraft gun, his facial features distorted in pain.

The artilleryman wanted to speak, but found that his mouth no longer felt anything. He tried to reach out to grab something, but he couldn't lift his arm at all.

In his desperate eyes, the familiar gunner in front of him was already leaning on the icy shield of the anti-aircraft gun, without making any sound.

The gunner, who had no strength to struggle and felt that he had lost all his intuition, could only sit down on the sandbag and quietly wait for the darkness to completely erode him.

A puppet with a broken arm staggered past the two gradually freezing corpses, turned his head to look at it, and staggered to the distance.

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