Chapter 675: Escape and Destruction

"Shua——"

A piercing scream resounded through the sky, and rows of armored wyverns cut through the sky, dragging white lines, and the sharp metal wing armor tore through the air.

For many enemies of the Burning Empire - this is the voice of the god of death!

"Damn it, those big birds are coming again!"

"These damn birds!"

"Last time they came, they blew me up, but luckily I got my life back!"

"Get down! I got down last time to avoid those bombing eggs!" An orc shouted loudly.

In the eyes of these short-sighted green-skinned orcs, the bombs dropped by the aviation corps are the "explosive eggs" discharged by the big birds, but they also know that this is extremely dangerous and can take their lives - after all, the charred corpses piled on the ground have strongly proved this point.

The shells fell neatly from the sky like raindrops, and exploded almost at the same time, splashing countless shrapnel and viscous gasoline mixture, forming rows of flaming walls on the ground.

The Empire's napalm bombs were specially developed for these green-skinned orcs, creating a terrifying sea of ​​fire, which continued to burn and spread, burning those green-skinned orcs with semi-plant properties to death.

At this point in the war, the orcs were no longer the crazy people who only rushed forward and ignored their own lifespans. Although they were still a group of reckless men, they became much more cautious and even developed a way to dig holes in the ground to avoid explosions.

Although they were not afraid of death, they were afraid that they could not fight hard before they died, and they were afraid of dying inexplicably. In their original concept, dying on the battlefield was a good thing.

But now, after experiencing the Empire's bombardment, the concept of these orcs has also changed greatly.

"Let's go!"

"Run!"

"Let's hide in these pits, they can't bomb us!"

Just like that, surrounded by the sea of ​​fire, the green-skinned orcs quarreled, pushed each other, racked their brains to stay away from the wyverns, avoided the flames created by the explosion, and even showed a rare tendency to collapse.

"Boom!"

A shell exploded in the air, and the blazing flames engulfed dozens of orcs around it. The flames also spread rapidly, surrounding more orcs, leaving them helplessly wailing and roaring in the sea of ​​fire.

"It's so hot!"

"Big Mouth, save me, help me put out the flames behind me!"

"Get out of here, don't come over here!"

"Damn it, it's all your fault, I'm burning too!"

There were even two orcs with burning bodies wrestling with each other, rolling in the sea of ​​fire, and soon turned into two pieces of black charcoal entangled together, both died, which was considered to be the fulfillment of their wish to die happily in the fight.

And seeing such a scene, more orcs stopped struggling and chose to wrestle with their companions without any prior agreement, and the reasons they found were also very casual - they just wanted to have a good time before they died.

"Blackback, why are you looking at me?"

"I'm looking at you, so what!"

"Looking for death!"

"Hahahaha! Before you burn to death, I'm going to kill you first!"

"Me too!"

The flames spread at an unimaginable speed, like a bunch of red sickles, harvesting the surface again and again.

Thick smoke filled the wasteland covered with charred corpses, and countless black shadows struggled and wailed towards death.

However, after the artillery fire, huge steel beasts broke through the smoke, rampaged across the land, and ran wildly, crushing the orcs who survived the bombing.

Even the tracks were stained with the green blood of the orcs.

"Boom--"

The steel beast roared, and flames suddenly burst out of the thick barrel. After the roar, the orcs gathered in groups in the distance had been bombed into pieces.

"Kill these imperial beasts!"

"Finally here! Is this the imperial people?"

"Waaaagh!"

Finally seeing the enemy they can touch, some orcs were very surprised. They waved their bone sticks and stone axes and surrounded the steam tanks.

One orc even jumped to the back of the steam tank and madly hit the armor with a bone stick, and countless orcs threw spears, stones, etc., trying to cause damage to this steel behemoth.

"Bang! Bang!"

A dull sound rang out, but even if they tried their best, they could not break the thick armor of the steam tank.

"It can't be hit at all!"

"Damn it! The behemoths tamed by these imperial people are also wrapped in iron sheets, what a lump of iron!"

"Be careful, this guy is crazy!"

"Boom--"

The next moment, the steam engine was running at full speed, and billowing white smoke was discharged from the pipes. The front of the car body was also sprayed with a pair of blood-red eyes by the dragon vein goblin driver.

Suddenly, the steam tanker rushed towards the orcs like a real angry behemoth, and crushed hundreds of orcs into meat patties in an instant.

And the protective force field suddenly opened, and the orcs who were lying on the car body and hitting wildly were also ejected and shot into a sieve by the machine gun turret in mid-air.

In this way, hundreds of tanks followed behind the sea of ​​fire, forming a thick wall. They were like huge meat grinders, strangling all the orcs who escaped from the sea of ​​fire.

But many orcs took a different approach, choosing to dig holes and dig the ground frantically, burying themselves in caves where the sea of ​​fire could not reach, and even sealing the cave entrances.

The green-skinned orcs are creatures that grew out of the ground. They can absorb air and nutrients from the soil, and their vitality is extremely tenacious. Even if they bury themselves alive in the deep layers of the ground, they can survive for months by eating soil.

"Fortunately, I hid early. Those people outside are almost dead..."

"Yes, we are smarter than them. We deserve to survive, grab more things, and kill more people."

Listening to the crackling sound of the flames burning flesh and blood on the ground, the shrill wailing, and the roars of the orcs who were wrestling together, feeling the violent shaking of the ground again and again, and the falling of soil and gravel, the orcs hiding in the caves felt quite fortunate and sighed.

They have not killed the imperials, nor have they robbed the legendary rich city of Awendeldan. It would be a pity if they died in this sea of ​​fire in vain.

But these orcs hiding underground never thought that the air corps would launch a large-scale attack against them.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the ground shook.

At first, the orcs thought it was just an ordinary artillery bombardment, and they didn't care, just continued to lie in the cave.

But they didn't know that a deadly disaster was quietly approaching.

Soon, something strange happened!

A dazzling fire flashed across the sky again, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and several bombs fell accurately near the tunnel.

After the bomb exploded, the first thing that was produced was a huge high-temperature fireball. The fireball was like an angry beast, instantly devouring everything nearby, and even rushing into the tunnel.

The high temperature made the air in the tunnel extremely hot, and the orcs' skin began to be scorched, and their hair and clothes quickly burned.

"I'm hiding! How can these imperials still burn us!"

"It's so hot! There's no place to hide!"

They screamed in pain, rolled in the tunnel, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but it was all in vain.

Then, a powerful shock wave swept in with the explosion.

This shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, violently slapping the walls and shelters of the tunnel. The orcs were thrown into the air by this force, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Their bodies became fragmented in the impact, and their internal organs and bones were broken under the violent impact.

Then, the high-temperature shock wave penetrated the ground, washing over the orcs' bodies like a wave, burning their whole bodies.

However, the killing of the fuel-air bomb did not end there.

As the explosion continued, the air in the tunnel was quickly consumed, and even the air in the soil was drained.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

The orcs began to have difficulty breathing, and they roared in their throats, as if they were fighting against the god of death.

"No"

"Let me out."

However, as the oxygen became less and less, their voices gradually became weak and powerless.

A suffocating darkness and silence permeated the tunnel. Only the occasional faint groaning sound could prove that there were still traces of life here.

However, these sounds were soon swallowed up by darkness.

The orcs had no idea that the Empire's military engineers had been busy for months, developing corresponding bombs for various scenarios - including the situation where the orcs hid underground, in order to kill them all.

…

Looking down from the sky, the ground was already covered by billowing smoke, and the ground occasionally appeared with the rolling smoke.

Mantou looked at the devastated, sea of ​​fire, and the ground covered with orc corpses, and couldn't help but sigh: "This power is really terrifying."

Singo nodded in agreement and said through the intercom: "Yes, there are three million orcs. In just a few days, most of us were killed. It's easier than killing chickens.

My experience has exceeded the upper limit, and I can get several more full-level proficiency items. This mission is really profitable."

Even he didn't expect that this mission would bring him such a huge amount of experience, not to mention Mantou who was evaluated as "unworldly".

Looking down at the surging sea of ​​fire, Mantou said: "What a spectacular sight, it reminds me of the Tokyo bombing and Li Mei barbecue I saw in the movie before.

Haha, it seems that the American has really returned to his old ways, but it's a pity that without the "little boy" and the "fatty", it's not enough."

Singo said suddenly: "Based on the mental state of the madman in the original Huanxiu Society, maybe he really mixed this kind of stuff into our ammunition depot."

Mantou opened his mouth wide and said in astonishment: "It shouldn't be that serious, is it necessary to use nuclear weapons to deal with these orcs?"

"I hope so."

Singo shook his head and said nothing more.

Curtis's calm and steady voice came again from the intercom: "Everyone, prepare for cluster bombing. Be sure to block the direction of the orcs' escape and surround them."

"Yes, sir."

The dragon knights responded in unison, then pressed the gravity device and climbed rapidly, dragging a series of gorgeous flame tails behind them.

With the help of the image on the helmet, Mantou could see a large number of black spots - the green-skinned orcs were chased by the rapidly spreading flames and fled to the north.

This time, the mission of the air force is to prevent the green-skinned orcs from escaping, bombing from the north to the south, creating a sea of ​​fire, cutting off their retreat, and surrounding the orcs.

"Attack from the north and south, using the sealing tactic to surround the enemy, isn't this just like making dumplings?

It's insidious enough, I like it." Mantou laughed.

Then, he and his colleagues rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters, drew semicircular arcs in the sky, turned around, and flew level.

Looking at the increasingly close black dot on the display, Mantou grinned and put his hand on the bomb button on the side of the dragon's neck.

Curtis's clear and calm voice came again in the headset: "Attention everyone, prepare for bombing-"

"Three, two-"

"One-"

"Bomb!"

The moment he heard the command, Mantou pressed the bomb button with a "click", and the other dozens of dragon knights did the same.

In an instant, hundreds of napalm bombs poured out from the ammunition compartments in the abdomens of the wyverns, like a rainstorm, and the air was filled with dense shells, which was particularly spectacular.

At the same time, the shells also cut through the air, making a harsh explosion, which made people's eardrums sting and their hearts tremble.

"Go!"

"Let's continue to flee north!"

"Damn it, we won't be cannon fodder for those old guys! I want to rob openly!"

At this moment, the orcs were still noisy. They crowded and pushed, avoiding the sea of ​​fire that was spreading behind them, and quickly evacuated to the north - their hometown, the Wugo Prairie.

But at this moment, the orcs running in the front heard a familiar voice - it was the scream of the god of death.

"Gruumsh"

"I, I don't believe it"

The orcs raised their heads tremblingly, their eyes widened, and saw that the group of strange birds appeared in front of them again, constantly dropping explosive eggs.

The group of strange birds were just like the ghosts in the legend. They would appear in the direction they were going at any time, bringing fire and death.

The orc pointed to the sky, his legs trembling, and shouted: "It's a strange bird! There are also such strange birds in the north!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't block my way!"

However, the orcs behind him were unaware of it and pushed forward frantically, even stepping on the orc who stopped, and rushed to the north like a flood.

But soon, accompanied by explosions, the vast grassland in front of them was no longer a vast grassland, but also a sea of ​​fire and billowing smoke.

At this moment, the green-skinned orcs no longer had a direction to escape.

Whether it was east, west, south, north, sky or underground, these brutal imperial people would chase them - until there was no green-skinned orc who could stand up on this earth. (End of this chapter)