Chapter 860: Tyre! (5)

"Please listen to me."
The voice of the Hawk Harpy reached everyone's mind, and every defender was attracted by this angelic female voice, stopped preparing for the war and began to listen in ears.
But they didn't seem to be listening. The sound seemed to slide directly into the head, but they used the illusion of sound to comfort their ears gracefully.
"Citizens of Velen, I will give you a choice, a more precious gift than you get from anyone."
The soothing thoughts flew across the city wall to the city.
"You can open the city gate and leave the city...or you can die where you are standing now, the choice is yours, but you have to choose and start choosing now."
After talking, Camille lowered his arm and stood quietly between the Blood Axe Legion and Velen's city wall.
No one moves.
Her hands were completely still behind her, and only the battle flag of the blood axe fluttered in the wind: a pure black flag depicting a crossed battle axe, and a deep red Oak skull.
On the front line, the storm boy and the big gun boy were wearing cast iron armor with similar shapes, and the spotless guns reflected in the sunlight.
At the forefront of the team is each company commander in Dalian, wearing different colors and shapes of human military uniforms. These are the captured loot, which after reprocessing has become a symbol of the blood axe.
The formations were scattered with agitated Scout cavalry and some weapon platforms, each of which was protected by two motorcycles.
On the city wall, the defenders gradually realized that something was waiting for them, so they shook their heads vigorously to shake off the sugar-coated shells in their minds.
The crowd looked around at the battlements and looked at each other to seek advice.
But no one dared to move first. All the senior officers had already fled the city. Now these soldiers need leadership more than ever.
Almost at the same time, two different decisions were born on the city wall.
A soldier started to activate the release device of the city gate, claiming that Velen had been cursed and there was no need to die at this last moment.
Another person, a more determined soldier, used a crane gun to fire violently.
Da Da Da~!
When the first bullet flew through the air, Carmel turned and walked back to her army, she shook her head sadly.
Mankind used to be both the master of the world and the scourge of the world.
This is still true now.
"Honey, let's do it."
Camille walked over to Beiruf, turned gracefully, and the stick in his hand pointed to the gate.
"attack!"
When the gate opened slowly, Beiruf ordered, the motorcycle team rushed into the breakthrough first.
As the spearhead of the attack, they bounced through the bursts of bullets fired by the machine gun on the city wall, and even rushed into the city before the city gate was fully opened, flashing and sprinting in the barrage of the defender, just fine As if their movements were slow enough to annoy the drag racing boys
"Waaaagh!!!"
Inspired by the drag racing boys, the emerald green commandos followed and swarmed into the city. They waved their swords and axes and fired bullets with pistols.
The assault soldiers were followed by burning boys carrying flamethrowers, who washed the walls with chemical flames.
Then, the Scout cavalry rushed out of the flames and entered the city through the open gate under the cover of heavy fire outside the city.
A small number of temporarily modified weapon platforms stopped in front of the city wall, destroying the gun positions on the wall with machine guns and machine guns.
The shelling spread on the wall, breaking large pieces of rock from the fortification and shaking the entire wall of the city. The militiamen on the city defense line soon realized that their bunkers had begun to falter.
The debris and stones rained down on them from the high buildings like raindrops. The collapse of the wall at the foot caused the machine gun to loosen from a fixed position and lost the stability necessary for a precise attack.
Some soldiers put their weight on their weapons, hoping that their weight will allow heavy machine guns to steadily fire bullets at the gate's breakthrough.
In the open area in the city gate, a small number of militiamen were led by the hapless sergeant, the person who opened the city gate and began to regret instantly, defending the last line of defense of the city.
The motorcycle passed by them and ran directly to the center of the city, completely disdain to fight these defenders.
A weapon platform similar to a truck stopped in the street, but it did not fire at the trembling militia.
On the contrary, their barrels turned away and shot fiercely at the unprepared positions of the machine gun whistle towards the rear of the city wall.
Da da da~~!
The soldiers who were shooting on the wall turned and looked back. They saw countless bullets flying towards their positions, and everyone was killed in a flash.
"They left it to me!!!"
At the same time, with a groan, Zugstuka, the leader of the storm, jumped into the defenders in the barricade, and the toothed blade was dazzlingly dancing.
The unlucky sergeant opened his mouth and watched as the rocket carrying Oak twirled and jumped into the air to draw an arc, easily crossing the temporarily built barricade, and the blade turned into a glimpse under high-speed movement.
Just in time to be amazed by the opponent's skill, his throat was penetrated by the blade.
"Quick..."
"Cool! Cool!!!"
Zugstuka threw his sword violently, and he danced freely, with bloodthirsty fury continuing to complete a killing and turned to the next.
In just over ten seconds, the barricades temporarily constructed by the militiamen were brought to nothing. The storm chief stood between the dismembered bodies scattered in a place, and took a posture of victory. The scarlet blood was from his black armor and military cap. Keep flowing down.
While he was posing, the warlord Beiruf calmly stepped into the city gate of Weilun, protected by accompanying guards on both sides.
He stood motionless at the entrance to the street for a while, the roadblocks of the defenders were still intact, and the elite [gendarmerie] of the regiment fanned out beside them, showing little sign of fighting.
But at the far end of the fortification, stood Zugstuka, surrounded by broken corpses and blood.
His sharp blade was raised strikingly above his head, while the pistol was pointed at the ground, his legs straightened, and a low center of gravity pose was adopted.
"Zug, don't be stinky! You look like a silly bird, hurry and bring your boy to work!"
Beirut just spoke, and an explosion from a distance made him turn his head to look at the end of the city.
Under the distant sun, there is a magnificent church.
The spire of the church was full of fire, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, debris surged upwards, and the smoke blocked the sunlight and half the city was shrouded in shadow.
Subsequently, the entire church disappeared into the rising smoke.
This is the death order given by Guk.
People can not kill.
The house can also not burn.
However, those stones that symbolize human faith must be crushed and left.
In the rear, the remaining blood axe troops maintained their pre-war position, and the assault soldiers held their arms flat in a defensive posture, although most have been silent.
Then a whole series of troops began to line up through the city gates, and the eagles were still soaring in the sky in case, but the battle of Velen was basically over.
The legion only used a small part of the power to sweep the poor militia in front of them. They will rest for a while in this well-preserved town, and then they will rush to Tyre all the way and never look back, from Velon to Tyre, walking with their feet. But half a day away.
But Beirut didn't think he could walk into that city with a big swing.
According to the latest information ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Humans have urgently dispatched a force to block in front of him, and that is not an ordinary force, it is an elite who withdrew from the Witillier Canyon, and it is also the entire Oak The dead rival of the ethnic group is called the Black Legion.
This unit was led by the so-called imperial admiral Yushkin, who had defeated the Black Fire Legion of Shabal, and it is said that this man named Yushkin also participated in two battles in Aswan.
But this is not bad news for Beiruf, because according to intelligence, Yushikin's troops do not exceed 40,000 at most.
With more than a two-to-one comparison, Beiruf has no reason to doubt the victory.
His more excitement comes from being able to play against a real master of strategy, which is a wish he could not achieve for a long time.
"When I defeated him, he would be given a decent way of death! Then he put his head in front of the overlord, and then I had to see if Grak's jumping head was still horizontal! Hahaha!"
On the night of Velen's garrison, during a dinner with all the commanders, Beiruf said this.