Three Hundred and Thirteenth Purification
"Long live Ailan Hill!" With a high-pitched shout, the Ailan Hill soldiers who followed the tank carried their Mauser 98K rifles and launched a general attack towards the already crooked front of the city.
It has been 45 minutes since the battle began, and the opponent still did not hang up the white flag to surrender, which made all the Alan Hill soldiers who participated in the battle felt that they were very shameless. Thus, a bloody attack began in this way.
For these attacking soldiers, it is theirs to accept or not to surrender, but if the other side does not surrender, that is another matter.
"Tud! Tud! Tud!" Above the head, the Airland Hill helicopter hovering in mid-air was like a god descending from the earth. The 12.7mm caliber machine gun mounted on the side of the UH-1 helicopter was pouring its own into the city. ammunition.
Countless tracer bullets streaked across the sky, and then flew into the buildings and streets on the ground beneath them.
The city gate, which had long been dilapidated, was easily smashed by an M4 tank, and those who followed into the city gate were the Alan Hill soldiers who were shouting with bayonets.
"Long live His Majesty!" A soldier stepped on the wounded and struggling enemy with one foot, stabbed his bayonet into the opponent's chest, and then the blood spurted out from the three sides of the army stab, marking the soldier's crude leather armor.
The coaxial machine guns on the tanks hit the cluttered teams behind the city walls with their shields up, spattering a cloud of blood.
The resistance in the entire city is rapidly collapsing, but countless soldiers are still carrying out their orders, because the order given by the army headquarters is not to let go of an enemy who takes refuge in the devil.
"Let us go! We're just civilians!" the crowded people begged to the soldiers of Alan Hill, answering them with grenades and bullets that were denser than before.
On the broken city wall, a general put his long sword across his neck, looked at the bloody surrounding, and closed his eyes.
A few minutes ago, he still had tens of thousands of troops guarding the front of the city, waiting inside the city. As soon as the battle began, before he could mobilize these troops to defend the city, disaster struck his troops.
The cannonballs poured into the city like raindrops, and both civilians and soldiers were like being thrown into hell. After the baptism of countless shells, the opponent's attack began abruptly.
The city walls have collapsed, and the soldiers have long been out of combat capability. Armor and swords were no match for the onslaught of artillery and tanks, he knew from the start.
However, he has no way out. After all, his country has chosen to stand opposite Alan Hill. After all, the damn nobles and ignorant ministers behind him all think that this war will be the victory of the Magic Empire. end.
It's a pity that they didn't calculate a result: whoever wins in the end has nothing to do with them poor people - they will all die here, and they are destined to die here.
He squeezed his hand slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck, and then he felt his life begin to flow away. The flag was burning under his feet, and everything seemed to be burning under his feet.
"They don't even spare the commoners! What's the use of us disguising like this?" A noble looked at the dilapidated civilian clothes with disgust, and complained desperately: "Why haven't the reinforcements from the puppet empire arrived yet? Why haven't they arrived? ?"
In an inconspicuous courtyard, several nobles and officials were changing civilians' clothes, trying to escape for their lives.
However, the battle outside was chaotic, and the Ailan Hill army had also transformed into a demon-like existence, so the clothes of civilians now may not be able to guarantee the safety of these nobles.
They fled here from the capital of the Jasno Empire all the way, and even lost their emperor. In fact, the main reason is that the people standing here are the culprits of the Jasino Empire's participation in the war.
These people were bewitched by the puppet empire and insisted that the only way out was to obey the powerful puppet empire and wait for the devil to come.
It's just that, now it seems, they can't wait for the moment when the devil comes into the world. Or, for them - Alan Hill is the real devil.
Because of the existence of Airland Hill's helicopters, AC-130 and other aerial weapons, these nobles and officials who are used to enjoyment dare not live in the City Lord's Mansion or other luxurious residences, but can only hide in such an inconspicuous courtyard Live hard.
It turned out that their choice was correct, as the City Lord's Mansion was razed to the ground by AC-130 air gunships within minutes of the start of the battle. There was nothing but ruins left, not much better than flat ground.
The following indiscriminate artillery fire covered the southern city of the Jasno Empire in a mess. Fires are burning everywhere, and incendiary bombs may be inconvenient to deal with magicians or demons, but when dealing with enemies who are also mortals, it becomes a big killer.
"We didn't hold on for even a month. Of course reinforcements couldn't arrive so soon..." A nobleman who put on rough clothes on himself answered his companion's question without raising his head.
The Jesno Empire was originally a powerful empire in the south of the Dothan Empire. Who would have thought that under the onslaught of an army in Alan Hill, it would be completely destroyed without even holding on for a month?
Originally in the south, there were still 400,000 Jasno Empire troops who invaded the Palak Empire to fight, but these troops did not go north to the "King of Diligence" at all, but chose to surrender to the Palak Empire.
As a result, the entire Jesno Empire quickly fell apart. Originally, there was still half of the country, but overnight, it became the fat on the chopping board of Ireland Hill.
Many cities changed their flags, and the occupied Palac Empire's territory was returned to Palac Empire's hands overnight.
Facts have proved that not everyone is willing to go to war with Alan Hill. The unpopular war launched by the Jesno Empire was doomed to a tragic end from the very beginning.
"Damn Alan Hill, we didn't attack them! They attacked us for the sake of a Palak Empire!" An official who was hesitating to take off the big gold chain around his neck complained viciously .
Their original idea was not to take the initiative to attack Alan Hill, and then hoard a large number of troops on the defense line, so as to ensure the stability of the northern front line to the greatest extent. But who would have thought that Ailan Hill started to fight south after the battle situation in the north improved slightly, and defeated the northern defenders of the entire Jesno Empire in one fell swoop.
"It's not you, it's not you who instigated His Majesty the Emperor to declare war on Ellen Hill?" Beside him, a nobleman was trembling with fear by the situation in front of him, and then complained.
"Shut up! Didn't I do this according to the requirements of the puppet empire? Isn't this also for this country? If we don't join the puppet empire, will it be annexed by Alan Hill sooner or later?" The minister became angry with shame and cursed loudly.
"The army's rubbish! rubbish! A million army, almost 900,000 surrendered! I really want to know what happened. Why don't the guys from Alan Hill not take prisoners this time? Why?" These nobles were like ants on a hot pan, groaning and groaning in a mess.
"Aren't they going to appease the commoners? Aren't they a just army? Why massacre the city? Why?" A young nobleman had long lost his usual calmness and asked with a sad face.
"Don't talk about it, change your clothes quickly! You may still have a chance to survive if you escape among the commoners..." An old aristocrat accepted his fate, wearing coarse clothes that belonged to him.
"Report, report... The soldiers of Ailan Hill are now killing anyone they see. Our soldiers can't stand it anymore!" An officer broke in, startling everyone.
"Then why are you coming back? Bring people to reinforce! Aren't there all our soldiers outside? You and them, fight back! Fight me back!"
Fight back? If it wasn't for the other party not to take prisoners, I would surrender now! The officer's face was full of bitterness, and he sighed dejectedly: "We are finished, my lord, we are finished!"
Yes, the Jesno Empire is over. This country, which has long since perished in form, is now beginning to suffer even in the lingering southern region.
Because the northern ferry city of Ailan Hill was attacked by demon troops, many front-line troops ordered to take refuge in the puppet empire, or to vent their hatred on those who took refuge in the devil, and began a large-scale slaughter.
Coria, a seemingly mild-mannered general, who seemed to be attacking harmoniously all the way south, also turned into violent storms and bloodshed.
"Bang!" The gate of the courtyard was knocked open from the outside, and the soldiers of Ailan Hill rushed in. A row of dazzling bayonets flickered coldly in the sun, causing all the officials and nobles of the Jesno Empire present to break into a cold sweat.
"You...you can't treat the nobles like this..." A noble subconsciously took two steps back and shouted sternly.
"Bah!" A gunshot rang out, and the talking aristocrat fell down in response. The leader of the Alan Hill officer held a pistol that was still vaguely steaming, and sneered and sarcastically said, "Damn aristocrat! Who else is there? noble?"
The silence in the yard was suffocating, and the sound of gunshots and cannons and desperate cries could be heard in the distance. The Alan Hill officer shook the muzzle lightly and gave an order that made everyone collapse: "In order to purify this world, execute all the demon's accomplices! Kill!"