Seven Hundred and Sixty Word on Canvas

There is a poem written by a poet in the Qing Dynasty, and there is a sentence that reads, "Please don't be afraid of big guns, only a few of them will die after hearing a hundred guns."

The poet’s original intention was to use cannons to compare opium smoke, to emphasize the viciousness of opium smoke, but he also stated the fact that after hundreds of shells were bombarded, there were “several deaths”...

Yes, the current Elanhill Expeditionary Army of the Devil Realm is using this most primitive method to deal with those white-robed men who invaded behind the line of defense.

They covered the entire mountain in order to be able to reduce the number of these white-robed people by luck. For the military commanders of Alan Hill, even if 100,000 shells can kill a white-robed man, they will feel that they have earned it.

As a matter of fact, there were not one or two people in white robes that they eliminated with this stupid method. This kind of high-intensity firepower coverage, while consuming its own ammunition reserves, is indeed consuming the strength of the demon attacking troops.

Although it is not known exactly how many white-robed god servants were lost in the various fire coverage, but this kind of covering attack did have a certain effect, slowing down the actions of many god servants.

High in the sky, the Airan Hill Floating Fleet is slowly advancing. These huge warships are not as cumbersome as they look.

They carry a large number of fighter jets, and are also equipped with many weapons for attack, including Tomahawk cruise missiles, ordinary artillery, and powerful electromagnetic guns!

As long as the fleet passes by, as long as it is not under the control of the Alan Hill troops, countless shells will pour down, turning over the land there.

"Are these humans crazy? They are venting their anger, they are not fighting!" Watching the mountains in the distance being flattened by countless explosions, Dragon Commander Brook frowned and said.

In this battle, he finally saw the true potential of the human army. This is not a war, this is simply a feast of explosions.

Even if he was as powerful as him and could transform into a giant dragon like a mountain flying in the sky, he didn't dare to say that he would be able to survive under such terrifying firepower.

Confronting such an army head-on is almost like asking for a dead end. Even the most elite troops of the Dragon Clan can't last long under such a strong attack.

He threw a piece of broken white cloth in his hand at his feet, and ordered coldly: "Check the coordinates of the troops again, don't make a mistake! You will be unlucky if you are accidentally injured."

hear his order,

The officer standing next to him swallowed, turned and ran to the vehicle responsible for controlling the IFF device. That car was assigned to the dragon army by the Alan Hill army, the purpose is to avoid accidental injury.

Above the sky, Alan Hill's floating fleet is like a honeycomb, releasing countless black spots.

These black dots are scattered in the sky, and you can only distinguish them if you look carefully. In fact, they are the senior magicians of Alan Hill.

Thousands of such magicians were air-dropped into the war zone, and they were organized into hundreds of combat teams, with the purpose of finding and capturing the white-robed invaders.

They all carry communication systems on their bodies, and as long as they spot a target, they can call for reinforcements.

And the troops on standby will rush to the battlefield quickly, and together with these magicians, they will encircle and suppress the over-dispersed white-robed invaders.

On the ground, beside a Type 99 main battle tank, was a row of Alan Hill heavy armored grenadiers advancing slowly with heavy weapons. Behind them, there are armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery in full battle.

As long as there is a slightly flat place, the soldiers of Alan Hill are deploying their defenses. Hundreds of thousands of Alan Hill Grenadiers have filled the gap in the defense line. They build a defense line on the plain and pull up a long barbed wire fence. , ready for a variety of bazooka sniper rifles and other heavy firepower.

One after another, planes flew over their heads, scattering countless black devices. At least 100 bombers were scrambling to carry out aerial mines, turning flat farmlands into deadly death zones.

And all this, for Alan Hill, is just the beginning.

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On the largest loading and unloading dock in the port of Stoffel, there are long convoys parked side by side. These super trucks are even bigger than the special trucks used to transport heavy armored grenadiers.

The places where the cargo was loaded at the rear of these trucks were all covered with canvas, and the vicinity of the trucks was closely guarded by Irish soldiers with rifles.

As the people who protect these important war materials, the soldiers on guard don't know what they are protecting, because their rank is too low, and they don't have the opportunity to see the weapons covered under the canvas.

However, today, they saw dozens of experimenters, commanding hundreds of engineers, plugging cables as thick as arms and other cables into the carrier vehicle, as if they were charging these weapon systems.

Then, some drivers walked into the cargo compartment of these super trucks, lifted the canvas above, and got into the weapons.

Now, they were stunned watching these behemoths slowly stand up on their own with the help of the hydraulic crane behind the truck. Only then did they realize that these monsters were more than ten meters high.

Then, the soldiers responsible for safeguarding the weapons finally saw a line of strange symbols written on the canvas.

It is said that these symbols were named by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and it represents a super weapon. Under the sunlight, the black handwriting was extremely clear. Many soldiers tried to spell it to see if they could pronounce the correct pronunciation smoothly.

An officer was also trying to do the same. He stared at the line of writing and muttered: "U-I-P-A-1...Ultimate, Individual, Power...Armor...Type 1?"

Just as he was chanting these strange words, the canvas finally fell down due to gravity. A black steel giant exuding the light of bright iron appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

There is a golden eagle national emblem relief on the chest of this giant, which looks very steampunk. However, this giant robot is a perfect combination of magic and modern science and technology, which is much more advanced and powerful than steampunk.

The soldiers on the ground couldn't help but take two steps back when they saw such a huge humanoid machine. They were instinctively afraid of this humanoid war machine, even if it was the secret weapon of their empire.