Seven Hundred and Twelve, Where Are They?

Anyone who has seen the carpet bombing of Ireland Hill will almost always maintain enough awe for the war.

Blue Star human civilization's persistent pursuit of destruction has reached a very extreme level, both in terms of various senses and the actual destruction effect.

Even if people do not master some of the self-destruction technologies they yearn for in time, they will use countless film works to narrate their fantasies, and go further and further on the road of destruction.

From the most pragmatic orbital weapons such as the so-called Rod of God, to laser cannons and electromagnetic cannons, to the terrifying energy beam weapons in Star Wars that can destroy a planet at once, and finally to fantasy technologies such as the two-way foil of water droplets.

Anyway, as long as imagination exists, part of it will be used in the "development" of brain circuits for future weapons.

It seems that if there is a weapon imagined by any sci-fi god and officially serves in the human army, he will get the aura of a prophet, and then become the greatest prophet in human history.

However, this road is getting narrower and narrower now. After all, human beings in the early days only needed to predict a steam engine train, a car, an airplane, and rocket boots. If you look at fantasy paintings in the 1930s today, most of them have accomplish.

But now it is even more difficult to "invent" a weapon that no one else has imagined. It's like you want to blow a cowhide that no one else has blown, and you will find that it is getting more and more difficult to do.

When countless bombs not only destroyed the city's defensive magic circle system, but also turned most of the buildings in the entire city into ruins, the only thing left was endless disasters, which spread naturally.

A city with a population of hundreds of thousands, or even millions, is not just a simple crowd of such a large group of people.

No matter how old a city is, it needs a lot of infrastructure to maintain such a huge population.

If these infrastructures are destroyed, the gathered population, whether they are humans or demons, whether they are noble elf dragons or dirty orcs, will face a very embarrassing situation.

Don't underestimate this embarrassment. When the embarrassment is enlarged to the scale of a city, it will be a real disaster.

The paralysis of the water supply and drainage system, the disorder of material supply, and the self-defensive hoarding behavior of panicked people are just a breakdown of one link, and the accumulated tsunami is enough to destroy the entire city.

This is why, in modern times,

The direct reason why large cities are more vulnerable and easier to be captured. The cost of defending the city is too high, and those who are rational choose to give up. It is not that the rulers are unwilling to persist, but that most people will choose to give up.

Likewise, this is why many heroic cities are remembered: London for its indomitable spirit, Stalingrad for its steely stalingrad, Leningrad for its face to face...

It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, a city of demons doesn't have the conditions to become a city of heroes. Their organizational ability is definitely not as good as that of the Bolsheviks, and their technical level does not allow them to support such a huge loss.

As the surviving demons staggered out of the corner, they found that their city had changed beyond recognition.

The courtyard they were familiar with had disappeared, the courtyard walls had collapsed and rubble covered the ground, the towering chimneys in the distance had collapsed, and suffocating thick smoke was blowing everywhere.

The fire seemed to be out of control, and now there was no one to keep an eye on the flickering flames. The demonic combat forces are struggling to maintain discipline around their walls, and indeed their defensive positions are now beyond recognition.

Some of the city walls tens of meters high were hit by bombs and collapsed. The defensive runes on the city wall played a certain role. The collapsed place was not serious, but it was still difficult to clean up.

Thousands of demon soldiers died in battle, and the city lord who manages the city is trying to restore the magic defense barrier at this moment, and dispatch his troops to protect those important factories.

Inside the factory building, the puppets in charge of production and the demonic workers who managed these puppets lay unsteadily in the collapsed factory building. Those huge steel boilers and machinery had also stopped operating.

The magic energy liquid that powers these machines is constantly burning and exploding, and the living people are working hard to extinguish the raging flames in front of them with the tools in their hands.

An aerial bomb weighing nearly 200 tons is enough to cause enough trouble for a city. What's more, the devil city itself has encountered a lot of troubles.

About two months ago, they heard about the counterattack from the Magic Continent. A large number of main forces were withdrawn, and the number of remaining soldiers was obviously insufficient.

A few days ago, some high-level demons retreated from the front line and reported being attacked by human troops. However, according to the previous advance speed, humans should be at least dozens of days away from here.

But those terrifying strange birds have now flown here, flying over their heads, and dropped those terrifying and dreadful bombs...

In any case, this place is already finished. Those factories that were built with great difficulty to produce steel plates, many factories and production machinery were damaged.

It will definitely take a lot of time to repair these machines, but the most important question now is how to protect the remaining machines?

The demonic bat troop and the demonic dragon troop have been withdrawn, and now only a few high-level demons can fly into the sky with their fleshy wings.

But these demons had already taken off to meet them just now, but they flew too low to threaten the B-17 bombers high above.

The end result of barely getting close is that the self-defense aerial cannons like raindrops beat a few high-level demons to shame. Although they didn't fall, they didn't play any anti-aircraft effect.

The city is now useless to demons. The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are just food burdens. Factories have been unable to resume production, and even the basic operation of the city has been unable to maintain.

"Immediately pass the news to the great source of magic..." The leader of the demon general looked at the burning and collapsing city in front of him with a pale face, and ordered his subordinates: "Those damned alien races in the magic continent... have already burned the flames of war to Here it is!"

"Yes! My lord." The subordinate bowed slightly, and then asked, "But my lord, where are our reinforcements? Where are they?"