Two Hundred and Forty-Two No Longer Exist

What the hell is going on here? Covering his nose, a magician saw that the bombed position was in a mess. A bombing of this magnitude would take a heavy toll on the entire position, but it would be impossible to kill everyone.

But now, he didn't see the living people struggling on the ground, only the puppets were still cleaning up the battlefield, moving back and forth.

He frowned, then suddenly smelled a faint stench. A trace of alertness rushed into his brain, and he subconsciously stopped breathing.

Then, the magician wanted to use magic to dispel the smell around him that made him very uneasy. But when he mobilized the magical aura in his body, he found that he could no longer control these manic and restless magical auras.

He is from the puppet empire, and he is also a high-level magician. He was ordered to guard the bridge here and intercept all possible attacks.

However, before him, a senior magician of the Holy Devil Empire had fallen. He died of a nuclear explosion when Bellevue was attacked, which made all the senior magicians of the Holy Demon Empire feel the danger.

Although the magician was also afraid, worried that Ailan Hill would use nuclear weapons to directly attack the bridge, but the person above told him that Ailan Hill would not easily use that terrible and tyrannical weapon.

Through Grecon, Alan Hill and the puppet empire have formed a tacit understanding in performance: as long as the god puppet or high-level magician of the puppet empire no longer assassinates the high-level Alan Hill, then the high-level Alan Hill will also refrain from using nuclear weapons .

With this assurance, he was ordered to come to the San Lunos Bridge and reluctantly took over the task of protecting the bridge.

However, everything in front of him suddenly made him, the senior magician of the Holy Demon Empire, feel danger - he stopped breathing, but found that he still seemed to be affected by something.

His nerves seemed to be damaged, and when he tried to continue breathing, he found that his respiratory system was unresponsive. It's a state that scares him, and he desperately tries to get his breath back.

So he reached out and grabbed his neck, but felt no pain. He desperately longed to enjoy the comfort of the air entering his lungs again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

"What's wrong with you?" A high-level puppet wearing a mask came over, looked at the magician who was clasping his neck violently, and asked with a weird emphasis: "Is something wrong?"

"Ru... Russia... Suobuchu words...I..." The magician tried his best to say something, but he used up the remaining gas in his lungs. His face was even paler, and his hands had already scratched his neck to bleed.

"Can I do something for you?" The senior puppet stretched out his hand, hoping to help the magician, but the other party fell straight down, fell to the ground, and lost his voice.

"Mr. Mage? Sir? Your Excellency?" The high-level puppet knelt down on one knee, stood beside his superior, and asked over and over again, not knowing what he should do.

Unfortunately, the senior magician who fell in front of him could no longer give any orders. He could only lie down like this, feeling that everything in front of him was gradually dimming, until the darkness swallowed everything he had.

...

In the distant sky, the B-52 bomber group has occupied the launch position, and all the bombers are ready to attack. Their purpose is to attack the San Lunos Bridge and completely destroy the target.

"It's close to the target area! The radio coordinates show that we can launch missiles!" Inside the plane, the navigator looked at the instrument in front of him and confirmed to his captain and pilot by pressing the intercom.

The captain-pilot re-checked their coordinates, and then re-checked the status of the plane with the co-pilot before giving a thumbs up: "The plane is in a stable condition! You can launch missiles!"

The front-line commander issued an order in the cabin to continue the operation: "Open the missile insurance! Determine the launch coordinates! Check the status of the missiles!"

The bombardier gave a thumbs up and reported to the commander beside him: "The missile is all normal! The coordinates have been entered! It can be launched!"

"Launch Super Hound, long live Alan Hill!" The officer clenched his fists and ordered loudly.

"Launch!" The bombardier pressed the button in front of him, and then felt the fuselage of the huge B-52 strategic bomber tremble slightly.

This is not a small effort, to know how huge this B-52 bomber is? It has a take-off weight of over 200 tons! Because the body is too huge and slender, when it is stationary on the ground, its body is slightly bent due to gravity.

Such a huge bomber can still feel a slight tremor when launching a missile, which can clearly tell how heavy the Super Hound air-to-ground missile mounted under the wing is.

It has a ton heavy conventional explosive warhead, which is loaded with newly developed high-explosive charges. As long as one hits such a missile, the San Lunos Bridge will be completely broken, and there will be no other possibility.

"The missile has been launched!" The bombardier shouted loudly after the second indicator light went out.

Then, with his shout, the B-52 began to climb. Another B-52 bomber next to it began to drop bombs, and two Super Hounds sped out under the huge bomber wings.

Coupled with the inertia of the bomber's forward flight, these missiles were quite fast, and they rushed towards the bridge without a hitch.

A missile fell into the river while turning, but the missile next to it swept past the agitated water column and continued to rush towards the important bridge.

"Huh!" The noise of a huge turbojet echoed through the canyons, and then the missiles scattered across the sides of the bridge.

The first missile that hit the bridge passed through the bridge hole and fell into the river. The second missile hit the pier of the bridge at once, and the explosion set off a flame that covered the sky and the sun.

The sturdy-looking pier shattered and collapsed in the explosion, but the deck of the bridge shook violently without any problems. Although a large number of the puppet troops walking on it fell off the bridge, there were still more puppets who crossed the bridge and reached the other side.

The third missile collided with the little remaining magic defense barrier, smashed the barrier at once, rubbed the deck of the bridge, and rolled into the river on the other side of the bridge.

The fourth missile still missed the target and hit an anti-aircraft gun position on the shore, setting off a huge black mushroom cloud. More than 1 ton of high explosives is no joke, and the power of the explosion is definitely not trivial.

Most of the missiles did not hit their targets. After all, the attack accuracy of 70 meters is not very accurate data. However, under the attack of more than a dozen missiles, the San Luno Bridge still suffered a lot of damage.

The deck has cracked, and one of the piers has broken. The only reason it is not collapsing now is that the main load-bearing structure was not devastated.

Another missile roared and charged, this time hitting the bridge deck with precision. The huge explosion damaged the bridge deck, and the entire bridge began to collapse and collapse in a shudder.

Countless puppet soldiers and puppet tanks on the bridge fell into the river water, and a section of the bridge deck also shattered in the explosion, collapsing and falling into the rolling waves.

The San Lunos Bridge is over... After such a terrifying explosion, the main structure of the bridge has collapsed, and the puppet empire's plan to continuously approach Ludnar through this bridge has completely become an empty talk.

After cutting off the bridge, the plan to attack Ludnar can be carried out smoothly, but the puppet empire wants to repair the bridge, but does not know when to wait.

"Boom!" Another missile hit the bridge deck. The huge explosion destroyed the two bridge piers and the bridge deck in the middle, and fell into the river billowing south.

Under the gazes of all the puppets and the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire far away on the other side of the bank, the bridge collapsed again during the shaking, and the broken bridge deck fell into the river one by one, provoking a water column.

"Hit the target, hit the target!" A B-52 bomber carrying a camera in the sparse artillery fire confirmed the attack effect of the missiles. The bridge did collapse, and it was in a state of destruction that could no longer be destroyed.

With the roar of the engines, the B-52 bomber group began to return, and on the other side of their return direction, the conventional bomber group had already assembled in the sky.

The mighty, obscuring B-17 bombers flew over the defending positions of the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Empire in groups, and the scalps of the people on these positions were numb.

A lookout from the Holy Demon Empire put down the telescope in his hand, looked at the commander behind him, and said loudly: "Sir! I found a large number of bombers crossing the front line! Their direction should be to bomb the San Lunos Bridge. of!"

The officer behind him was also very nervous, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Quickly send a radio message! Remind the troops behind! Let them get ready as soon as possible, and prepare to fight against the air! Quick!"

On the other side of the San Lunos Bridge, looking at the collapsed bridge, an officer of the Holy Demon Empire pressed a long sword and received a message from the front line from his own men with a sad face.

"Sir! There is news from the front-line observation post, let us prepare to attack the air as soon as possible." The officer who sent the information carefully reminded.

"I don't need it... I don't need it anymore." The officer smiled bitterly, looked at the extremely silent positions on the other side, and the smoke that hadn't dissipated, shook his head and said, "The thing we want to guard doesn't exist anymore. already."