Chapter 1325: Backfire

When the fortress of the undead war retreated, the fighting on the ground had become fierce, with hundreds of thousands of Semitic armies and more than 20,000 Ruman soldiers fighting fiercely in the trenches outside the city of Vizi.
The explosion of grenades and artillery shells, the shouts of soldiers, roars, screams, clashes of weapons, the screams of the wounded... all kinds of sounds mixed together and turned into a huge and terrible noise , Reverberating between heaven and earth.
Although Ruman's soldiers are few and powerful, they have strong firepower to support them, especially the puppies from Nian'an.
Nian's Artillery Brigade hid in the city, firing desperately forward.
More than two hundred cannons kept roaring without stopping. Unscrupulously poured tons of ammunition on the top of the enemy's head.
The grenadiers on the front line, holding their sufficient firepower advantage, hid in the trenches, and kept throwing grenade towards the opposite side.
Seeing how the Orc Grenadiers fight, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion were all dumbfounded.
At the beginning, when the Naian people asked everyone to dig trenches and fortifications, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion were still quite complaining.
Everyone is here to fight, and to fight a war is to strike a dignified battle against the brilliant army. Lined up in a neat phalanx, striding forward, and fighting each other with the enemy.
What kind of war is this kind of digging a deep trench and hiding in it as a rat?
And now, seeing the way the Nian people fight. They finally understood what was going on.
Not to mention the continuous artillery bombardment from the rear, creating patches of scorched earth on the enemy's path forward.
The tactics of the Orcs Grenadier Corps alone have completely subverted their understanding of war-because the forces are too small, the two sides are mixed together, so they can observe the Orcs' combat methods up close. .
The furry orc soldiers hid in the trenches, not showing their heads at all, dangling camel brand cigarettes, blowing clouds and mist, while humming a little song of eighteen touches. They all looked like a leisurely uncle.
When the enemy rushed over like a tide. The half-orcs did not panic at all.
They stood up with cigarettes in their mouths, and then threw a grenade over. The ghost cries and wolves that blow up the enemy are crying and peeing. There were countless corpses left on the ground, and then yelled, retreating like a tide.
The buns of the Eastern Legion all stared at how far their eyes came out, and they all sighed: So war can still be fought like this!
Many people looked at the swords, guns, bows and arrows in their hands, and almost did not cry.
Grandma's, this is too bully.
What's the use of this sword?
Practicing martial arts for so many years. What's the use?
In the face of the powerful power of the grenade, even a dung sheller is inferior.
The power of each grenade is three points stronger than the lethality of intermediate fireball.
As long as the grenade is in hand, basically everyone is equivalent to an intermediate fire magician. And there is no need to worry about running out of magic power.
These three and a half orcs are equivalent to three thousand intermediate magicians. That's not even the cannon behind.
The of light is above,
Three thousand middle-level magicians. What a gorgeous lineup. Basically, it can sweep all battlefields.
In their frenzied attacks, apart from the Paladins with thick skin and long defensive power, no matter how great the soldiers were, they had to be wiped out.
Moreover, even if it is a Paladin, it can endure a few more times.
Although the military has always been regarded as the most conservative group, in fact, when it comes to their lives, they are the most innovative group.
Regardless of whether it is Hufu riding and shooting, cannons, tanks, guns and atomic bombs. All can fully prove this point, so there is the saying that'war promotes technological progress and promotes social development'.
Although the soldiers of the Eastern Legion did not understand such advanced philosophical knowledge, they knew that the quality of weapons was related to their lives.
When it comes to life, except for two fools. No one has a slight ambiguity.
Therefore, they also learned a lot, throwing the sword in their hands one after another, or stepping heavily on their foot, spitting out a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm. Then they swarmed up, learned the appearance of half-orcs, and took out the grenade-at first they were worried that the half-orcs wouldn't let them use it. But then it turned out that no one stopped it. Boxes of grenades are on the ground.
Even the officers of the orcs encouraged them to do so.
This is a matter of course.
Compared with the crazy attack of hundreds of thousands of enemies, there are only three thousand half-orcs grenadiers and two hundred cannons on his side. No matter how you look at it, the barrage is too thin and the firepower is too weak.
The operational theory of the security forces is very simple. Firepower, firepower, or firepower~!
Artillery’s favorite job is to cover the battlefield with firepower over and over again.
No way, who makes us Feiying Group rich~!
Lord Lorraine has always believed that problems that can be solved with money are not problems.
The explosion of grenade and artillery shells was like rolling thunder, endless, and even suppressed the shouts on the battlefield.
The density of explosions on the battlefield is unprecedented in history.
The smoke and dust from the explosion formed a thick fog on the ground, floating against the top of the trench.
This artificial smoke blocked the sight of the Semi people in the rear.
However, General Orlandini is also experienced. From the fierce fighting on the battlefield, it can still be clearly judged that the Semitic soldiers are slow but unstoppable advancing forward.
The Semitic army is about to advance under the walls of Vizi.
Orlandini listened to the battle situation from the front, and wondered whether he should let the reserve team go.
Although the Ruman in Vizi City used artillery to form a death blockade in the middle of the battlefield, it would take a lot of casualties to cross this blockade of flames and explosions.
But as long as he can win, Orlandini doesn't care.
As long as the battle is won, the enemy's cannons are not all in his pocket.
With those cannons, the combat effectiveness of the troops will definitely multiply exponentially.
"Order the reserve team out of the camp." After hesitating for a moment, Orandini made an important decision. He resolutely said: "We must capture Vizi City today. We can't waste time here anymore."
There was a rush of bugles in the Semitic camp.
The Semi soldiers who had been waiting for a long time walked out of the camp, neatly lined up in front of the large camp, ready to rush to the battlefield.
No one noticed that the black shadow flying slowly high in the sky suddenly accelerated.
Behind Viji City, three kilometers above the ground. Twelve strange-looking war fortresses slowly flew in the air.
Their body shape is like a chubby swan, which is longer and wider than an ordinary war fortress. The shell is not a war fortress pyramid, but an arc shape, more like a half eggshell.
In the middle of these war fortresses, there is a pair of wings like the Lightning Squadron, but longer and wider than the Lightning Squadron.
This shape is undoubtedly to accommodate more things inside, but the overall look is more bulky and slow.
Their flying speed is indeed not fast.
The majestic eagle emblem on the shell. Showed their identity-Ruman Empire Royal Flying Eagle Group Security Army Flying Wing.
On the side is their squadron badge, a burning fireball dragging a long tail flame from the sky to the ground.
This is the Second Bomber Squadron of Flying Eagle Group Flying Wing. They have a domineering and literary name: Backfire.
Every improvement of the Backfire Squadron War Fortress is to carry more bombs. To fly longer distances, at the expense of the speed and maneuverability of the war fortress.
Therefore, they need the air of the Lightning Squadron when performing their tasks.
The leader of the Backfire Squadron in the front of the line is the Captain of the Backfire Squadron, Della Torre.
He used a high-powered telescope set up in front of the window to look down at the battlefield a dozen miles away.
The rumble of cannons clearly passed into the ears of the crew members of the Backfire Squadron.
At this height, the fierce battle was unobstructed.
The members of the Backfire Squadron could clearly see the muzzle flames flashing in the city of Vizi and the explosions of fire outside the city.
The Semites surrounded the camp of Viji City like a broad belt. Between this belt and Weiji City. It is a black land.
It took a few seconds for the crew to realize that it was not the land, but the Semitic soldiers who were soldiers and covered the ground.
De La Torre raised his head. Although he was stern, his eyes glowed with a hot light, and his voice calmly said: "Gentlemen. It's time for us to play. Let Capelle see who is the professional bomber. Bullet angel.
The guys in the Lightning Squadron are only worthy of us as bodyguards.
Install the fuze~! "
Several crew members raised their fists in excitement and yelled. They robbed the Lightning Squadron Capelle from their Backfire Squadron's jackpot, bombed the Undead High Priest and became famous in the first battle. The Backfire Squadron was extremely dissatisfied.
That task should have been theirs.
The people of Capelle and Lightning Squadron who are now engaged are like two to five to eighty thousand, and the backfire people are angry when they see them. They also threw a few small bombs.
At this moment, Capelle's Lightning Squadron is also in the air, let them see what is professional bombing.
The cabin was filled with high-explosive bullets with a diameter of 30 centimeters and a length of one meter. The black projectiles reflecting the cold light were firmly fixed on the pylons.
Following De La Torre's orders. The crew members carefully took out the bomb fuze from the heavily protected box, and carefully installed them on the bomb.
All that remains is to throw them on the heads of the Semites.
"Enter the bombing route." De La Torre calmly ordered.
The 12 war fortresses of the Backfire Squadron slowly changed their formations, lined up in a row, adjusted their directions, and began to lower their heights.
Through the portholes on the left and right, De La Torre could see his teammates two hundred meters apart. Their frequent flashing lights indicated that the Backfire Squadron was hungry and thirsty.
De La Torre has an advantage, being serious, careful, and calmer when he is excited.
He squinted his eyes and focused on the Semitic camp on the ground, estimated the height and distance in his mind, and issued adjustment commands from time to time to find the best entry point to ensure that each bomb fell accurately on the head of the Semi.
Too high or too low, too fast or too slow is not good, De La Torre wants to ensure that this is a perfect bombing operation that can be included in the textbook.
"The weather today is good. It's a good time to kill and set people on fire." De La Torre sneered and slowly said, "It seems that the God of Light is very generous."
The weather is clear, there are no clouds at low altitude, the vision is clear, and the breeze. There is no better weather for throwing bombs than this.
The crew members behind De La Torre showed a grin at the same time, with a fierce light in their eyes, looking at the Semites on the ground, their hands were already itching.
The flying altitude of Backfire Squadron was reduced to 400 meters, and it flew smoothly over the city of Weiji.
At this time, everyone on the battlefield discovered the Backfire Squadron. Their chubby and round appearance attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing new reinforcements coming, Ruman's soldiers excitedly waved to the Backfire Squadron overhead.
Brigadier Skope of the Thor Artillery Brigade raised his binoculars and looked at the slowly passing Backfire Squadron. He took a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Your kid finally came."
And Orlandini, who was in command of the battle, sank. The Ruman reinforcements were definitely not a good thing for their Semitic people.
There are already 24 Ruman war forts on the battlefield. To be precise, it was twenty-five, and the undead war fortresses supporting him were all evacuated due to lack of energy.
Now that the air superiority has completely fallen to the human side, Orlandini felt that he could not wait any longer. Only by throwing soldiers into the battlefield and mixing with the Rumans would Ruman’s war fortress dare not attack.
"Offensive~!" Orlandini roared and shouted: "We will take the city of Vizi, and the whole army will have a day off."
The bugle sounded immediately, and the Semitic soldiers lined up at the front of the line to shout like a tsunami. Rush to Weiji City.
The Backfire Squadron flew over the city of Vizi at a height of 400 meters.
De La Torre watched the Semitic rushing towards the trench like a tide, smiled mockingly, and said, "Prepare to drop the bomb."
The belly hatch opened to both sides, the crew members shook the handle, and the first row of pylons full of explosive bombs moved above the hatch.
The observer put his eyes on the scope, his eyes fixed on the center of the crosshairs.
Della Torre looked around. All the backfire units have a steady red signal light, and everyone is ready.
"Little ones, don't throw it on top of Scope's head. That old guy can really kill if he gets angry." Della Torre glanced at the city of Vizi at his feet, and said with a smile.
The observer who was aiming with his head down did not raise his head, but raised his hand and shook his thumb at De La Torre, indicating that there was no problem.
The scope has already been corrected in accordance with the flight speed and altitude of the Backfire Squadron.
Through the sight. Observers can clearly see the flames and smoke rising from the bomb explosion on the ground.
The crosshairs were moving slowly, and the central aiming point drew across the trench and aimed at the battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers were shouting and rushing towards Viji City.
The first Semitic soldier appeared in the center of the cross.
"Drop a bomb~!" The observer shouted.
The bomber gritted his teeth and pulled down the handle with a "hey".
"Kang Dang" sounded. The first bomb left the pylon and began a free fall motion. After a second, the second bomb fell.
The bomb shook a few times in the air, and immediately fell straight down under the action of the center of gravity, rushing to the ground with a sharp whistling sound.
"It laid eggs~!"
This is the first thought of all people on the ground who saw the backfire bomber.
The bombs fell like raindrops from the twelve war fortresses. From a distance, an ominous black spot covered the sky.
The Semitic soldiers stopped in fear and doubt: What kind of ghost did humans drop from the war fortress? Are they going to kill people with this kind of stakes?
Orlandini frowned and stared at the first falling bomb. He felt extremely disturbed. He seemed to have heard of such things.
The first one crossed a parabola in the air, turned around, and fell from a height of 400 meters. After a flight of 13 to 4 seconds, it accurately smashed into the center of the Semi soldiers charging in the front.
The Semitic soldiers were not stupid either. Seeing this big guy descending from the sky rushed to him, the soldiers who were running desperately rushed to escape.
Within a few tens of meters of where the bombs fell, people all ran out like frightened rabbits.
At this time, the bomb fell.
The fuse of the head hit the hard ground and detonated the explosive bullet within a few tenths of a second.
Hundreds of kilograms of explosives exploded.
A bright, dazzling fireball suddenly rose, and the fire light swept the surrounding space for tens of meters, and rushed into the air at the same time.
Dozens of human bodies that were blown into the sky are clearly visible under the orange flames.
Soldiers from both sides on the battlefield clearly saw that the soldiers wrapped in the explosive fireball disappeared. The Semitic soldiers before the explosion were thrown into the sky like rag dolls and flew down all around.
A shock wave rolled up the soil on the ground, forming a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye, which seemed to be slow, but actually spread out rapidly.
The Semi soldiers who were hit by the white ripple shock seemed to be hit by a galloping locomotive and fluttered backwards.
After a short while, the firelight disappeared, and gray-white smoke emerged from the firelight, rolling up into the air, forming a black mushroom cloud in the air, which was not scattered.
I don't know what the black fragments are flying densely in the sky.
The earth was like a huge jelly, which instantly vibrated violently, sank a few centimeters, and bounced back instantly.
The Semi soldiers who were tens of meters away from the explosion point fell to the ground, leaving only an unbearable strong explosion sound between the sky and the earth.
The huge sound waves made their brains dizzy, their chests seemed to be slammed suddenly, their ears buzzed, and they instantly lost their hearing.
The soldiers who fell on the ground only buzzed in their minds~EbookFREE.me~ They are no different from newborn babies at this moment, fear occupy all their thoughts, they yelled in panic, but they couldn't hear themselves Cry.
He waved his arms frantically, but couldn't even get up, so he could only roll on the ground.
The second bomb exploded tens of meters away, and another fireball that swept the sky exploded. The ground shook again, and the human body that was blown into black fragments was scattered like hail.
Eleven other bombs exploded at the same time as the second bomb. In the broad battlefield, a dozen fireballs rose from the army of the Semitic charge, and then turned into rising flames, magnificent.
Orlandini in the rear could clearly see that every black wooden pile fell to the ground, and when the fire rose, soldiers within 30 meters in diameter were blown off like pieces of paper, and all the surrounding soldiers fell down. On the ground, they never got up again, and didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
Among the charging Semitic army, with the thick smoke as the center, one after another big gaps appeared. It is like a trace formed by raindrops on a dry stone surface.
But the wet stone surface was the flesh and blood corpses of the poor Semitic soldiers.
The blank-looking Orandini couldn't help shaking. There should have been hundreds of Semitic soldiers there.
But at this moment there is no living person, only the black plume of smoke rising into the sky, which lasts for a long time.
At this time, the explosion is still advancing like a storm of flames~! (To be continued)