Chapter 1376 The Moon of Recovery in the Flames of War

On the 22nd of the recovery month of this year, starting from the space battle group Dawn of the World starting to move towards the wasteland, the entire civilized world's full-scale counterattack against the wasteland officially kicked off.

On the northern battlefield, the mechanized legion of the Cecil Empire defeated all the wasteland legions north of the scorched mana, and spread the purification device all the way in front of the ruins of the former Gondor Empire's northern important town "Kagsula". The tower shines brightly on the land of the wasteland, and the continuous barrier formed by the power of purification extends from the dark mountains all the way to the front line. The wasteland army launched several fierce counterattacks within half a month, but until their northern commander The system was completely disintegrated, and the advance momentum of the Alliance Northern Front Legion was not hindered in any way.

On the Western Front, a cluster of air fortresses with Dawn of the World as its flagship descended on the wasteland like behemoths in the sky. These huge and majestic war machines silently and firmly advanced towards the center of the wasteland, judging them with the flames and thunder that fell from the sky. All the filth, the fire of purification surged on the earth, and burned up the deformed body legions that were still wandering on the earth after the collapse of the command system. The wasteland tried to resist with weak air units, but they all failed. Under the cover of an overwhelming advantage, the ground troops composed of the Duke of Baldwin Franklin and the Allied Forces of the Ogure tribe advanced steadily, and built the purification components air-dropped by the Earthly Dawn into towers with high efficiency, blocking the wall. Extending across the wasteland.

On the battlefield on the southern front, the intervention of the Cecil Expeditionary Fleet completely stabilized the defense line of the Gaoling Kingdom, which was originally lacking protection from natural dangers. The biggest boost to the advance of the coalition forces, the fearless deep-sea warriors set off huge waves in the wasteland. After the waves, the silver elves' magister group and the artisans of the Gaoling Kingdom built three consecutive buildings in a few days. A purification tower, the operation of the blocking wall dispelled the haze that had shrouded the southern battlefield for a whole winter.

On the Eastern Front, Typhon, an old powerhouse, showed the world its strength in this cruel war. The Winter Wolves, the National Knights, and the Magicians formed a powerful front. Under his leadership, he entered the eastern wilderness of the former Gondor Empire, and set up seven purification towers along the way—even after experiencing the baptism of divine disasters, cruel internal purges and major reshuffles, Typhon is still the same rich. When the month of recovery entered the middle of the month, the eastern army of the wasteland was still engaged in fierce and brutal frontal battles with the Typhon vanguard, and the advance of the Typhon army never stopped.

The situation of the war is still unclear, and the horrors entrenched in the wasteland are still fiercely resisting, but scholars who record history have realized that no matter when the dust settles on this war, this spring will be its biggest. turning point.

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The sea of ​​flames set off by the incendiary bombs has gradually extinguished, but the scorching breath left on the ground after the flames flowed is still steaming this dry wasteland. In the heat wave, the air presents a distorted lens state. The horizon seemed to be wobbly—a rather unbearable environment for ordinary people, but for well-armed Union soldiers with full protective equipment,

This will be the best battlefield for them to vent their anger and revenge.

The heavy chariot made a deep roar, and the steel tracks rolled forward. Under the dim sky, a group of Warhammer-II tanks rumbled forward on the ground like a group of giant armored beasts. The hot wind blew up the dry and rough The sand and dust slapped on the gray-black armor plate of the main battle tank, the turret adjusted its angle in the hot wind, and the long acceleration rail pointed to the small group of black-red monsters coming out from behind the boulders and ruins in the distance. Accompanied by the flash of blue light from the charging device, the magic crystal cannonball whistled piercingly in the air, and exploded on the ground after a short delay, sending all the monsters that survived the bombing to the sky.

Meanwhile, those scattered monsters that survived by chance encountered the light howitzers of the Steel Ambassador Chariot, the continuous-firing missile launchers, and the heat rays fired intensively by the infantry. It became gray-black smoke scattered everywhere on the ground, and dissipated with the wind when the next gust of hot wind came.

Behind the ground troops, Duke Baldwin Franklin jumped out of the car and looked up at the dark land under the filthy clouds. The protective layer formed by the breeze shield shone beside him, isolating the environment Amidst the heat wave and potentially toxic gas, a soldier wearing light infantry armor and the emblem of the Cecil Empire on his chest walked towards him and reported loudly: "My lord, the ground battlefield has been cleared, and the airdrop site is safe!"

Duke Baldwin nodded and looked to the other side of the position: "How is the situation at King Wycliffe's side?"

"The battle over there has also ended. His Majesty Wycliffe's engineering troops are building fortifications and assembling the ground signal station."

"It seems that those Ogulei people have gradually become proficient..." Duke Baldwin nodded, looked up at the sky, the figure of the Dawn of the World was floating above his head, and at the same time slightly adjusted its angle and position, The twelve Gorgon fortresses are like small "floating islands" floating around the huge fortress, and countless dragoon fighters are patrolling around this air force like a swarm of bees, with countless cannons pointing at the wasteland far away. As long as those monsters dare to rush over again, Thunder Skyfire will definitely destroy them all.

On the other side of the position, King Wycliffe was looking at a rolling shadow in the distance on the edge of the battlefield. It looked like a strange mountain range with many gaps, but it was actually a molten city. The ruins are the shocking scars left by the big explosion in Gondor in the past - the accompanying scholar told him that it was because the out-of-control dark blue magic power detonated the main energy supply node in the city, and the magic backlash of the node melted the whole city into a Today's terrifying form, and such terrifying scenes can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Gondor.

After seven hundred years, everything in the wasteland can still make everyone who has witnessed it feel chills in the heart.

"Your Majesty, the surrounding area has been cleaned up," a soldier came from the side, and the sound of the report interrupted Wycliffe's thoughts, "Dawn of the World sent a communication, asking if the airdrop can be accepted."

"Reply, the venue has been prepared and can accept airdrops at any time." Wycliffe nodded and said, but the moment he finished speaking, there was a sudden change in a wreckage not far away. The deformed body on half of its body suddenly climbed up from the mud, and the ferocious mutated monster let out a chaotic roar, and flew towards this side in a horrifying twisted posture-the soldier next to him was shocked, and pulled out his waist instantly. Saber, but his king reacted faster than him, Wycliffe raised his arm, the mechanical device made a slight sound, and a black hole was exposed in the palm of the alloy casting, accompanied by a sharp howling, three times in a row The arcane missiles shattered the monster's mutilated body into pieces.

Wycliffe retracted his arm, and under the direct control of the nervous system, the deformation mechanism in the palm quickly returned to its original state. He turned his head and glanced at the soldier: "Attention, these monsters have terrible vitality. It will die completely, and only when the bones start to emit black smoke will it be considered truly over—let the soldiers pay attention to all the wreckage on the battlefield that has not yet dissipated, and don’t let a piece of meat be spared.”

"...Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately responded loudly, then turned around and ran quickly to the rear of the position. Wycliffe watched the soldiers leave, and then raised his head to look at the flying fortress in the air.

After a period of running-in and learning, the soldiers brought out by myself finally gradually adapted to the fighting style of the Cecils. This is a tactic they have never been exposed to before—the air force headed by the Dawn of the World took the lead. , cleared all large units and most of the assembly points in the target area with fire bombing, and then the heavy armored units pushed into the field to clear the enemy strongholds and hidden facilities that survived the aerial bombardment. The occupation of the target and the subsequent construction of the position, and in the whole process, those flying machines will always maintain the suppression of the entire area-the Cecils call it "air supremacy".

Air supremacy is very necessary, because the Wasteland Legion actually has its own flying units. Although those "swollen polluters" who are swollen and able to cast spells are vulnerable to air fortresses, if they face pure ground without air cover Troops, they are still an extremely terrifying threat.

Frankly speaking, this is not the battle that Augore's soldiers imagined at first. In most cases, the monsters that can survive aerial bombardment and tank shelling are so rare that the soldiers don't need to fight in close quarters at all. The sporadic aberrations often fell on the way of charging under the fire of light weapons as soon as they appeared. The expected bloodbath and battle of revenge never had a chance to happen. This made the soldiers very uncomfortable at first, but Soon, this discomfort disappeared.

The deformed bodies torn apart under the bombardment of heavy artillery and the giant beasts reduced to ashes under the flames can also comfort the victims of Farm Fortress. Although those monsters were not necessarily hacked to death by the soldiers themselves, they are still alive today. Death by the sword is infinitely more miserable than death by the sword--and that's not bad.

Wycliffe looked down at his silver-glowing mechanical arm, feeling the surging power between the alloy skeleton and the artificial nerve, his fingers slowly clenched and then loosened.

Above him, a flash of light appeared on the edge of the Earthly Dawn, a frame structure the size of a house broke away from the air fortress, the anti-gravity ring on the edge of the frame structure emitted a faint blue light, and the entire device quickly fell to the surface.

Immediately afterwards, more airdrop structures were detached from the air fortress. With the assistance of disposable anti-gravity components, these huge "parts" whistled in the air, passed through the dirty air above the battlefield, and pierced through the air. After passing the heat wave rising from the ground, and after the final deceleration phase, it crashed into the predetermined area near the ground troops.

After the anti-gravity ring is shut down, the gravity adjustment rune of the airdrop structure will continue to run for a period of time. With assistance, it was assembled into a purification tower standing on the ground - the node of the blocking wall.

The whole process takes about twenty-four hours-compared with other purification towers built through normal methods, this speed is already unimaginably fast.

The images from the surface converged to the control hall where the main brain was located through nerve conduction, and were projected in front of the main console through the magic net terminal connected to the biomass tank. Seeing them decelerate and land under the drive of the anti-gravity ring, and watching the engineering troops on the surface responsible for responding go to recover the components that fell on the surface, it was only at this time that they were slightly relieved.

"The 'cargo' has been delivered to the ground." She looked up and looked at Jinna Prince who was standing not far away. "They will start assembling soon."

"Then we will soon be busy," Jinna Prince, who was standing on the commander's seat, nodded lightly, but her eyes fell on another set of holographic projections. What is shown is the vast wasteland around the entire air-space battle group. Within the range that the sensor device (the big eyes around the Dawn of the World) can capture, some vague black spots are gradually converging, and there is a faint convergence. Tide signs.

The Wasteland Legion is not afraid of death. Although the controllers behind them are sane dark priests, after suffering several losses in front of the long-range and ultra-long-range firepower of the Cecils, those dark priests now know how to hide. In the farther rear, they rely entirely on the root network to remotely control their monster army, so now all the alliance troops can hit within range are those deformed bodies and biochemical monsters who are not afraid of death at all.

No matter how heavy and violent the blow was, those monsters would still organize quickly and launch counterattacks again and again.

To be honest, such a counterattack is meaningless, but the aberrants never care about this—they are an extension of the wasteland, they are a part of the wasteland, and they are "things" that have grown out of this strange environment that has turned into a foreign land. The wasteland is still running, and the aberrations can always maintain a certain number. Whether it is a supercritical accelerator or an incendiary bomb, they are like boulders thrown into the water. In an instant, the same amount of water in the pond will quickly fill this gap—so the enemy never cares about the results of their counterattack.

Even if the monsters that surged that day couldn't affect the advancement of the alliance army at all, they would still come in waves.

Because the commanders behind them believe that no matter how overwhelming the alliance army is in every battle, the "cost" of the battle itself is constantly accumulating, the spirit of the soldiers, the consumption of ammunition, and the maintenance of wartime The social pressure generated by the system... all of these will not be cleared because of victory, but will continue to accumulate on the entire civilized world, gradually becoming a burden.

In contrast, the cost paid by the Wasteland Legion is nothing more than the constantly compressed space for activities—and in this vast and boundless homeland of Gondor, the Wasteland Legion can "pay" a lot more.

Up to now, the initial momentum and fanaticism have faded, and the commander of the Wasteland Legion seems to have clearly recognized the essence of the battle situation.

Giants wrestled, and those who were exhausted died.

"Start to assemble the incendiary bomb," Jin Na took a light breath, "The supercritical accelerator is pre-charged, waiting for the launch command."