Chapter 581: King of the same rank

Under the silent gaze of the Sky City, the tank regiment slowly drove into Hexi City, which was occupied and recovered several times.
"Kill! Kill these heretics!"
"We will return to the Lord's heaven!"
Before they got close, the fanatics of the blockbuster chanted various slogans.
Densely dense, chaotic, and weak.
There are very few people at the level of warrior and great warrior, and most of them are civilians wearing common clothes and holding swords.
It is worth noting that the number of barbarians among ordinary people is only a small half, and most of them are the original Blue Star humans.
At this moment, their faces were full of madness, no different from the barbarians around them.
The attacking tank regiment suddenly stagnated and temporarily stopped the attack.
At the center of the tank regiment, the chief of staff looked at his regimental commander. Wu Mo, who had regained his strength, did not know what to do.
"Do you have any scruples?"
Wu Mo smiled coldly: "Since they have chosen to believe in the evil of storms and be his accomplices to the murder of the people, and they took up weapons to attack, they are the enemies on the battlefield."
"Yes!"
Boom boom boom~
Tank heavy artillery aimed and bombarded, firing one after another in the dense and chaotic crowd, exploding blood with countless stumps and broken arms, and blasting these frenzied crowds into flesh and blood.
"Mom! Forgive me!"
"You are the People's Army, and you dare to attack us, you are very sinful!"
"You heretics who don't believe in God will definitely..."
Seemingly fanatical, the crowd of people with faith comparable to real gold collapsed in the steel cannonballs, and various voices of cursing and begging for mercy sounded, but they could not delay the successive bombardment of heavy artillery.
After a while, the battlefield was empty, and most of the people blocking in front were killed and injured, collapsed and surrendered, and the remaining few powerful warriors and great warrior-level barbarians flee into the city in panic.
After leaving some accompanying infantry to guard the prisoners, the flood of steel gunpowder continued to advance in an orderly manner.
All the people who dared to gather head-on to confront the enemy along the way died, and even if one or two warriors of the martial arts level were left behind by the missile attack, they quickly disappeared.
An hour later, the tanks advanced to the center of Hexi City, and no one was there except a priest of the Great Warrior level who initiated a suicide charge.
"Target, the statue of the Storm God."
Wu Mo didn't pay much attention to the priest who died instantly under the heavy artillery attack. More than 300 tanks under his command fired at the tall statue of the of the storm, blowing it into pieces again.
The tall and majestic Temple of the Storm was also razed to the ground under this saturated bombing. The so-called sacred and the so-called majestic gods are all jokes under the explosives.
The tank regiment dispersed around the city after the settlement center, and surrendered the remaining scattered barbarian warriors by means of small tank detachments and accompanying infantry.
At this time, there were not low casualties.
The warrior-level barbarians concealed in the corners of the city and attacked. Suddenly rushing into the accompanying infantry would often set off a storm, causing huge casualties in a short time.
The tanks around them are more than self-preserving, but they can't pose a threat to the enemies close at hand.
More than that, a sneak attack by a great warrior-level barbarian can often explode the tank within a few seconds, and all the surrounding infantry will die, and there is no alternative to them.
The accidental attack by one or two martial artist-level barbarians was even more terrifying. In the urban terrain of such high-rise buildings, even missiles could not kill them.
In the short time of dispersion, more than 20 tanks in the tank regiment were breached, and hundreds of infantry died.
These are all well-equipped elite veterans who have experienced wars.
The results are also very few, and the previous battlefield situation is two extremes.
"Report to the military department."
Wu Mo's face was full of heartache: "In the process of dispersing and surrendering the barbarians, there was a lot of resistance, and the casualties were huge. It is expected that our ministry will lose more than a quarter of its troops after the war."
This is the reason why Xia Guo seldom regained the city despite his obvious advantages in the low-end frontal battlefield in the past.
In the complex terrain of the city, the firepower of the modern army cannot be fully deployed, and the barbarian warriors can easily go around to the front, and the city street battle is impossible to fight!
The first-line intelligence was quickly passed to the joint headquarters.
With shame on his face, He Donglai said to the spear: "Skilled spear, the casualties are too great. If this continues, the next battle will not be able to fight, so please ask for your support."
The other generals also bowed their heads.
It's not that they can't ask for help, but at the beginning of the battle, they ask for help before encountering the main enemy. This situation greatly hurts their military's self-esteem.
But there is no objection, and self-esteem is insignificant compared to the lives of soldiers and national interests.
"Understood, each has its own strengths, you don't have to worry about it."
The spear said lightly: "Just let the scattered leader Wu retreat to the center of the city, and wait for our department to complete the settlement before taking over. In the future, urban street fighting will also be handled in this way."
"No need to stop here,"
The blushing He Donglai waved his hands again and again: "Our soldiers can cooperate with the actions of the immortals to make the battle more smooth."
"It's okay, but the mobility of the two is very different, and there is a certain degree of difficulty in cooperation."
Spear agreed.
A red cloud flew out of the Sky City, carrying one hundred and forty-four Blood Sea Guild Condensation Realm cultivators, and the company commander was Tutu Cotton Candy.
The red cloud landed near Wu Mo's armored command vehicle.
Wu Mo came out of the armored command vehicle, glanced at the nameplate on Tutu Marshmallow’s chest, and said in a military salute: "Tutu Marshmallow Fairy Master, the military department orders that this surrender task is based on you, and our department cooperates. Please advise."
Tutu Marshmallow shook his head and whispered softly, "Leader Wu is polite, as long as you provide information on the location of your previous encounters with barbarians."
Below the golden core, there are all ants.
This is true both in terms of strength and the mobility they are proud of in the face of modern military forces.
Finding and killing with a sword is as simple as that, no need to think about it.
"Yes!"
Wu Mo couldn't believe it, but he quickly reported the battle position he encountered to Tutu Marshmallow.
Tutu Marshmallow, who received the message, closed and opened his eyes slightly, leading the players under his command to fly into the sky.
When flying to a height of 100 meters, it turned into small blood-colored clouds and separated.
A small piece of sky in Hedong suddenly appeared a light red darker than the color of the sunset, accompanied by a dense red rain.
"what!"
"Here, God will send down his anger and slay you..."
A Real Realm player riding on a blood-colored cloud group passed over the high-rise building, and from time to time a blood-colored sword light flew down, penetrating the wall, and cutting into two the barbarian warrior who was hidden in the corner and prepared to ambush the sneak attack. .
There is no difference between the martial artist and the barbarians of the great martial artist, and there is no wave.
Resistance is death, fleeing is death, gathering together or death, there is a huge difference in strength and mobility.
Tutu Marshmallow didn't do anything, and the eleven teammates who had grown up behind him looked around faintly, advancing freely among the sword light flying horizontally and horizontally, showing no interest in the weak enemy below.
Wu Mo stared at the women flying in the sky in shock.
Although the tank regiment can compete against the Great Warrior Group on the frontal battlefield, it is just as weak as an ant under these cultivators, right?
Compared with the barbarian warriors, they are simply the difference between the common people and the king, and the two are not like extraordinary people of the same rank.