Chapter 582 Dust Explosion

God, if there really is a god...

Why don't you look at us?

Will you let death take away the lives of your believers?

"Your glory...I am your sword...God, can you look at me..."

A Crusader kneeled on the ground, took out a silver-plated cross from his right chest and held it in his hand, hoping to exchange the most sincere prayer for the god's thousandth of a second of attention.

Pray, pray that death will not fall.

Will not fall from the sky with flames.

In the sky that is beyond the sight.

The pale white bomb landed like a broken-winged bird, and the 40-kilogram high-explosive charge was ignited and triggered at the moment the wind wheel stopped, causing a dust explosion of black soil and red flames.

One after another, the high-explosive bombs pierced into the black soil of the shadow area, destroying everything in the target area with the purest overpressure shock wave, and then the hard fragments were lifted up...sandstone iron pieces, broken bomb shells, and the equipment that their comrades once carried.

At this moment, it turned into a rainstorm with the detonation point as the center.

Defense, meaningless.

"Enemy attack! In the air! Shield at maximum power... resist air raid!"

The first to realize that destruction was falling from the sky were the centurions in each regiment. They trained day and night in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and followed the army on expeditions. They were the most powerful backbone of an army.

The priests could leave this blood-soaked battlefield at any time, but they could not. The centurions would advance and retreat with the soldiers before they retired. Years of participation in wars gave the centurions a sense of smell and intuition far superior to that of the priests.

They rushed from one battlefield to another, but the path to promotion was more difficult than that of the priests with religious membership.

The centurions used the hoarseest voice to let the troops form a formation to meet the enemy.

Their experience was once correct. This flexible reaction had led the troops to resist the bombing of flying demons, the dive air raids of bat-winged beasts, and the death rain fired by the enemy's archmage waving his scepter.

Then they shot down the flying demons, strangled the bat-winged beasts with a shield formation, and finally stabbed the archmage's heart with a holy spear.

The centurions never doubted the power of the mortal army. Without them, the middle and high-level priests who could only talk loudly in the rear could not end any war.

But facing completely different enemies, wrong experiences were only fatal.

This sensitivity and intuition caused the troops under the excellent centurions to suffer more serious casualties.

Because the military array shield needs to be opened, the infantry array needs to maintain a relatively dense state.

And every modern infantry manual you open will tell you that when encountering artillery and air strikes, you need to disperse as soon as possible and find a sunken place on the ground to hide.

Hiding in the crater is not because the shells cannot fall in the same place, but because the sunken crater itself is an excellent shelter against shock waves and shrapnel.

And these centurions still believed that their shields could block the attack from the sky until the aerial bombs fell on their heads.

The open shield has a physical body, which can intercept kinetic objects in mid-air and intercept projectiles that can cause serious damage to infantry in mid-air. This is the basis for the existence of the shield.

The wind turbine on the tail of the FAB-50 bomb that landed on the shield stopped turning, and everyone seemed to hear a clear crash.