Three Hundred and Fifty Two Longshek

Longshek is the southern city of the Eternal Empire, where a fierce battle once broke out. About 70,000 soldiers of the Eternal Empire faced about 300,000 puppet soldiers here.

It was a desperate battle, and the end result was that the puppet empire occupied Longshek, but it was also turned into ruins during the battle.

Yes, when the puppet empire got the city, it was already in ruins. And now, this city that has endured countless hardships is going through more suffering and trials.

Now, at this very moment, in this rubble, the host and the guest have changed positions, the soldiers of the puppet empire have become the defending side of the city, and the army of Ailan Hill has become the attacking side.

Ailan Hill's attack method is ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times more savage than a puppet empire. Carpet bombing had baptized the city before the ground offensive began.

Countless bombs exploded in the city, blowing up the already ruined city even more beyond recognition.

The mage tower that could still be vaguely seen, the towering broken city wall depicting the magic circle, is now almost peaceful.

There are huge craters everywhere, broken walls with smoke and fire everywhere, corpses everywhere, or, in other words, broken corpses everywhere...

Then, the self-propelled artillery and mechanized towed artillery that arrived at the front line with the mechanized troops once again greeted the city called Longshek.

Countless 155mm caliber howitzer shells and more 105mm caliber howitzer shells landed in the city, blowing up the army of hundreds of thousands of puppets and tens of thousands of magicians who had deployed the puppet empire here.

In the battle just now, the soldiers of the puppet empire barely blocked Alan Hill's attack. They destroyed seven tanks and killed about 300 of Ireland Hill's soldiers.

Of course, this battle was not a one-sided slaughter, but a very intense, evenly matched battle. The main force of the puppet empire, the real magician army, lost more than 200 people, and about 3,000 puppet soldiers were beaten into parts.

In just such a battle, both sides have seen what a real brutal war looks like.

On the battlefield that had just quieted down, in a huge round crater, a magician in armor was wiping his sword.

He wiped the blood on it seriously, because he used this saber with his own hands just now,

Hacked to death an Alan Hill soldier who rushed in front of him.

The opponent's weapon jammed, so he was given a chance to shoot. Ailan Hill uses a large number of steel shell bullets, which is also an inevitable choice and inevitable result of mass-produced weapons in a brutal war environment.

Taking advantage of this rare calm moment, everyone is nourishing their spirits. They knew the battle to come would only get more brutal, so they were all enjoying this moment to themselves.

Maybe, in the next second, the magicians who were once aloof will be overwhelmed by the shells shot by mortals...

Although they don't want to admit it, each of them has a heavy heart. The opponent just made a tentative attack, but they have already paid a heavy price to block it.

No matter how proud people are, they have already seen how powerful those mortals are on the frontal battlefield. That was the power that once belonged to them, but now it belongs to someone else.

"Here!" A young soldier with a suitcase walked to the edge of the crater, squatted down, and handed a bottle of blue potion in his hand to the magic warrior in the crater: "Magic refill! Save it, we Inventory is running out.”

"You'd better give me another one, I'm afraid one is not enough." The magic warrior in the crater stretched out his hand, caught the magic crystal bottle handed to him by the other party, and showed a somewhat reluctant smile: "Thank you."

"There are no more! Everyone has only one, this is the rule above." The young soldier explained and wanted to get up and leave.

The magic soldier in the crater stopped the other party and said, "Hey! I said, kid! It's impossible for the people above to count the number of soldiers killed in action so quickly, right? You give me one more, I have one more person here. Woolen cloth!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to a corpse that had long been cold beside his crater: "He's not dead yet!"

In fact, the armor on the corpse has been twisted and deformed, and it was obviously directly hit by the shock wave of the cannonball. Even the magical defense runes above were not able to save the life of the armor owner.

"He's still alive?" The young soldier with the luggage was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a horrible face under the twisted armor: "Ah!"

He was startled and nearly fell into the crater. Although he had seen a lot of dead people along the way, this one was the worst among the dead people he had seen.

"What are you afraid of? He was a nice guy when he was alive, and he always liked to joke around. He's from Bourkeland, but he's a decent person." The magic soldier in the crater smiled and introduced it in a serious manner.

The young man turned pale and felt like he was about to vomit out, so he handed another bottle of magic supplement to the other person: "Don't say it! Please don't say it! Damn it, damn it!"

He left the crater in embarrassment, and before he walked two steps, he heard a gunshot. He subconsciously shrank his neck, quickly found a bunker to hide, and then dared to look back to see what happened.

Then, he saw that a soldier of the Magic Legion was hit by a bullet, and there were many people around to help pull the wounded him back to a safe position.

"Sniper! There is an opponent's sniper!" The position was chaotic, many soldiers were running, and the originally silent position immediately became panicked and noisy.

"Where's the doctor? Someone was shot!" Behind the bunker, someone shouted loudly, but what was waiting was a new round of shelling from Alan Hill.

A cannonball landed behind the ruins behind the young man, and the young soldier who delivered the magic supplement felt the ground under his feet suddenly tremble.

Then, before he could cover his ears subconsciously, the huge explosion sounded, causing him to involuntarily frown and narrow his eyes.

A battle has begun, and I don't know if the magician who was hit by the sniper will get the treatment he deserves. No one cares about the wounded comrades anymore, because the shells like raindrops have already fallen——

Long Ling's body is almost in good shape, and he will start to make up for it tomorrow, so please look forward to it.