Two Hundred and Sixty-Four Come with Me

Suddenly, all the magicians of the puppet empire here have the absurd feeling that they were once in the Baoshan Mountain, but in the end they missed the most precious treasure.

They once organized a large-scale operation to steal the technology of the Alan Hill Empire, and it was that operation that allowed the puppet troops of the puppet empire to break through the shackles and embark on a more powerful path.

But it was that adventure that made Alan Hill more vigilant and hid all of his research and development projects deeper.

The most terrible thing is that because of that large-scale technology stealing operation eager for success, the intelligence network deployed by the puppet empire and the holy demon empire in the Alan Hill Empire, those established by means of seducing mortals, or threatening mortals, etc. The intelligence network was completely removed.

Now, to the mortal empire, although they can't be described as a smear, they can't organize any large-scale operations.

Because at this moment Ailan Hill and most of the countries on the border are in a state of war, it is more difficult than going to the sky to mix some people in to perform tasks.

"Retreat immediately! Retreat from the front line! Give the cannon fodder to the Holy Demon Empire and the remaining puppet soldiers!" In the end, the puppet empire magician led by him resigned.

He was worried that Ailan Hill still had such a weapon, and he was worried that Ailan Hill would continue to use such a weapon.

Although such a weapon cannot cause immediate annihilation and lethal damage to the troops of the puppet empire, it can block the subsequent reinforcements of the puppet empire. The loss was simply unbearable, and the inability to quickly end the battle despite the loss made the commander of the puppet empire very depressed.

With the loss of so many follow-up troops and the heavy losses of the main force on the front line, continuing to attack will only lead to a stalemate in the battle. If Ailan Hill is unwilling to consume it, it is entirely possible for them to continue to use similar weapons and continue to strike. Follow-up troops of the puppet empire.

The situation is even worse than he imagined. He endured losses on the front line, and the puppet empire could not stand it. Once more troops were assembled and more active attacks, Ailan Hill would use nuclear weapons. It's an endless loop.

What frightened him even more was that once this new type of weapon, or in other words, once this small nuclear weapon began to be used on a large scale on the front lines, all attacks against Ailan Hill would be passive.

From now on, even if the puppet troops are assembled again, they must be very careful: as long as the reconnaissance team of Ailan Hill finds traces of the assembly of the puppet troops, it is very likely that they will directly carry out a blow like the one in front of them today...

The frustrating follow-up is that, with the passage of time, Ailan Hill's detection methods have become more and more advanced. Maybe in a few days, they will be able to take off planes in the rain and have the ability to conduct large-scale reconnaissance at night.

At that time, whether the puppet empire uses the weather to advance invisibly or uses the night to gather troops, it will become a joke. Alan Hill's planes would hover over their heads, swarming like vultures for a long time.

In fact, he didn't know it yet. Just above their invisible heads, where they were standing, a reconnaissance satellite just launched by Ireland Hill just passed by and was transmitting image signals to the ground for the first time.

Although this satellite cannot be accurately guided and cannot clearly see the target on the ground, it can help to correct the map, and can also superficially compare the changes in the entire area.

Remote image transmission technology has matured in Ireland, and with the development of this technology, more advanced and advanced reconnaissance satellites will soon be in service. At that time, Alan Hill seemed to have opened the eyes of God, completely removing the fog of war in front of him.

"Stop attacking?" A magician asked reluctantly when he heard his boss give an order to retreat.

You know, from the early morning of yesterday to this morning, the puppet empire has invested at least 50,000 puppet soldiers in this battle.

There are also 10,000 magic soldiers and dozens of senior magicians.

If you count the dragons, and the army of giant snakes, the troops they lost here are actually enough to make any magic empire feel distressed.

In just such a battle, 7 high-level magicians fell, and more than 30 giant dragons and more than 20 devil snakes were killed—all of which were valuable high-end combat power of the puppet empire, and it would take a long time to lose one.

Who would have thought that a magician like Vivian would be killed seven in a battle? In fact, the combat power shown by Ailan Hill was so terrifying that the magicians were afraid.

After losing so many troops, and being killed by a small nuclear weapon, a large number of puppet troops, who can swallow this bad breath? It's not that there are no people who want to continue fighting, on the contrary, there are many.

In their opinion, they have to break through the mortal defense line here, prove the superiority of the magician, and avenge the comrades who died here. They should even continue to attack until they reach Serris, the capital of Alan Hill. .

Of course, there are more people with normal brains, at least not everyone thinks that they have the ability to kill Seris all the way.

In fact, being a little more rational, I know that they are not thinking about whether to kill Seris, but whether they will be chased all the way to Bellevue...

For the front-line troops of the puppet empire, the good news is that their commander, the senior magician headed by them, is still sober. Instead of fantasizing that his troops could win the battle, he was considering whether his troops would be wiped out here.

At this moment, he shook his head and explained, "It doesn't make any sense to fight like this anymore! Alan Hill's weapons have already come to the front of the war, do you stay here to die?"

"Then what do we do now? Have we already lost the war?" Hearing their commander's explanation, some of the more radical magicians said sadly.

In their opinion, losing such a battle means that the puppet empire has lost the whole war... Their sense of superiority to mortals since the previous year and their superiority to low-magic countries will collapse with this failure. , which is simply worse than death.

Rather than retreat, they want to continue fighting here. They are sad that they have not been able to penetrate the enemy's defense line, and they are sad that they cannot achieve their goals. After all, before they came over aggressively, they never thought about their failure.

It's a pity that reality is cruel. No matter how hard they try, Alan Hill's defense line composed of ordinary mortals is as unbreakable as forged by steel. And those terrifying weapons emerge in an endless stream, allowing the magicians to see what is called "there are mountains beyond the mountains".

Yes, there are mountains beyond the mountains...

Just as they were discussing whether to retreat or not, the shelling of Ireland Hill began again in the distance, and the roar of the 155mm howitzer was low and rhythmic on the other side of the horizon.

Subsequently, the 203mm caliber cannon and the 283mm caliber railway gun also joined the performance, and the position of the puppet empire suddenly became noisy.

Then, countless types of rockets rained down on the puppet empire's camp, and the MiG-21 fighter jets patrolling in the sky whizzed past, as if they were patrolling their own territory.

The lively day started like this, and thick smoke began to rise from the entire battlefield as far as the eyes could see. Alan Hill's steel offensive has just begun, and the attacked opponent is a little bit overwhelmed.

It seems that the script has already been written. Yesterday was the attack of the puppet empire, and starting today, it will be Alan Hill's counterattack.

Withdrawing his gaze from the explosion in the distance, the commander of the puppet empire said to his subordinates, "We haven't lost the war yet! At least the plan that the demons are preparing will give us another chance! Now! , let's give the scorched earth of Bellevue to Alan Hill! There is no need to entangle it any more!"

"Yes!" Everyone looked at the black smoke that exploded and rolled, and the positions that could no longer be seen, bowed their heads in response, and dispersed to prepare for the retreat.

On the outskirts of Bellevue, the capital of the Holy Demon Empire, which was still in ruins, the man still wearing a black magic robe pressed his fingers slightly, causing the note in his hand to burn. His expression was gloomy, and his face was extremely difficult to see.

He stroked the giant dragon beside him who was in charge of delivering the letter, and walked to the Archon who had been watching him not far away. Before waiting for the other party to speak, he said the contents of the note: "We lost!"

"What?" The Grand Consul was simply unimaginable, his eyes widened and he said subconsciously in shock: "Your troops have been defeated? How is this possible? That...that's...the real magic army!"

"Nothing is impossible, look at this ruin..." The man in black sneered and continued: "Now, we have to fulfill our promise to you! Come with me, go see your new teacher, His Excellency Grand Magister Travish!"

"Then? Then we don't care about it here?" The happiness came too suddenly, and the Archon was a little unresponsive. He looked at the magicians and officers who were waiting for his decision in the distance, and asked subconsciously.

"Everything here has nothing to do with you! Or, it has nothing to do with the puppet empire... The rest, leave it to the source of magic!" The man in black replied coldly.

He pointed to the giant dragon and said, "So, now, do you stay as your archon, or leave with me?"

The Grand Archon did not delay for even a second, walked directly to the giant dragon that seemed to him incomparably powerful, and carefully climbed up the dragon's back.

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