Seven Hundred and Fifty-Four Cruel Games

The golden armor was pierced by a sharp sword. The person lying on the ground had been dead for a long time, but he was still holding a long sword in his hand, and his eyes were still wide open.

A pair of hands closed his eyes for him, and the man in the same golden armor stood up and walked back to a group of standing companions.

"My lord! This team has been killed for at least 2 hours, we are late!" The soldier pressed the long sword on his waist, and lowered his head to report to the tallest and strongest man among them.

"What did you find?" Dragon commander Brook, who was ordered to lead the dragon troops into the battle, frowned and asked.

"The opponent's combat power is very strong, probably at the level of a magister..." The soldier who checked the corpse replied: "It is impossible to determine the outcome of an ordinary soldier fighting such an enemy."

In fact, the annihilated dragon team in front of them did not find nothing. Next to their bodies, there were some broken white cloth strips. These rags have been stained with a lot of black dust because of the explosion, so quite a tragic battle broke out here.

"We don't know how many people died on the other side, but it should be about the same as our soldiers killed in battle." The soldier came to a conclusion.

"Let the troops concentrate, and use the centurion as the smallest unit to search and advance! Such a loss is too heavy, and we can't afford it!" Brook thought for a while and ordered.

"But, my lord, this will reduce our search range by ten times..." another dragon officer beside General Brook questioned.

Brook waved his hand irritably, interrupting the questioning of the other party: "There is no way! If the troops are too scattered, casualties will be caused. I have already lost hundreds of soldiers. If this continues, how can I explain to the Dragon King?"

"Humanity has lost thousands of soldiers..." The officer looked at the destroyed Type 99 main battle tanks not far away, as well as the corpses of hundreds of human soldiers, and whispered.

"According to my order! Only by saving ourselves can we continue to kill the enemy in this war!" Brook insisted on his order, and the officer had no choice but to bow his head and obey the order.

More than a dozen A-10 attack planes flew across the distant sky, and a mountain over there was suddenly covered by a violent explosion. Countless cluster bombs burst into flames on the mountain, and the whole earth trembled constantly .

Alan Hill's air force is desperately dispatching. They bombed all the open spaces without their own troops, using this chance to slow down the advance speed of those white robes.

They didn't want to waste ammunition like this before,

Now they are having fun. Countless ammunition was poured into the wilderness, valleys, forests and hills, making the noise irritating.

In order to prevent being taken advantage of by the white-robed men, the ground troops of Alan Hill even started to launch the powerful weapons in their hands aimlessly first, in order to prevent these weapons from being captured by the enemy.

These men in white robes were scattered throughout the war zone, and their fragmented attacks plunged the entire area controlled by the Allied Forces of the Magic Continent into chaos.

Fighting is everywhere, and there is no such clear line as the front or the rear. Alan Hill's logistics troops suffered heavy losses. As long as they advance along the road, they can see abandoned cars and fallen soldiers.

The logistics troops without powered exoskeletons are even more vulnerable when facing the white-robed men. They have no time to retreat, and there is no good way to fight. They can only passively fight, and then hundreds of thousands die.

The problems of the modern army were fully exposed in this battle. After the system was destroyed by the enemy's tactics, the fragility of a single link was highlighted, which would increase the loss by ten times and a hundred times.

When Farley led the elf troops to an anti-aircraft missile position, there were no living people here.

The anti-aircraft missiles pointing at the sky were still placed there, and the soldiers in charge of manipulating these missiles fell to the ground in disorder, not breathing for a long time.

The infantry battalion responsible for defending the anti-aircraft missile was almost wiped out, so there will be no good results here.

Before the expensive missiles had time to stop the enemy's air force, they were destroyed into piles of scrap copper and rotten iron. The seemingly intact missile launchers had actually been destroyed by swords.

From the beginning of the war to today, Alan Hill has never encountered such a disastrous defeat. Even until now, the outcome of the battle has not yet been determined, but everything in front of him is doomed to Alan Hill's failure!

"Find the survivors! Gather the wounded! Set up a vigilance nearby!" Riding on the unicorn, Farley ordered the officer beside him: "Turn on the radio and report the situation here to General Medias!"

"Marlo Falai sent a distress signal..." An elf soldier with a radio on his horse rode forward, came to Falai's side, and reported.

"What? Help? There are more than 50 people on his side..." Farley was obviously shocked when he heard the news, and then immediately ordered: "Sim! Take someone to rush there! Hurry up! Encounters on the road , don't love to fight!"

"Yes!" An officer who had been following Farley pulled the reins of his horse, and a dozen cavalry immediately followed up, and a group of silver-white cavalry quickly rushed to the horizon.

"Saint Marlow said that they were attacked by a dozen men in white robes. The opponent's combat power is very strong. They have already lost a dozen people." The soldier in charge of communication reported nervously.

A dozen or so enemies suppressed more than fifty elves. This kind of thing had never happened before. For Falai, it is normal for a dozen elf warriors to suppress hundreds of demons.

"The man in the white robe..." Farley muttered, looking at his soldiers who were setting up the camp. They were sorting out the corpses of human soldiers scattered near the missile positions. This scene seemed to be the war he was familiar with.

The last time he saw Elland Hill fighting was at the Second Battle of the Ferry. The Alan Hill he saw at that time was so powerful that he was depressed.

Now, looking at the corpse in front of him, he had an absurd feeling that a god had been knocked down to the ground. At that time, Alan Hill made him feel that war was just a game, and now war came back to tell him that even if it was just a game, this game was the cruelest game!

Another formation of A-10 attack aircraft flew over the battlefield, and the ground shook again. A field of flames engulfed the distant woods, and the air smelled of charred charcoal.