Chapter 582 Dust Explosion

God, if you are really a god...

Why don't you look at us?

Will you let death take the lives of your believers?

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

A crusader knelt 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 out of sight.

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

One after another, 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 debris...sandstone, iron, and broken bomb shells were once the equipment carried by their comrades.

At this moment, a rainstorm centered on the detonation point.

Defense, meaningless.

"Enemy attack! In the air! Maximum power of the shield... resist air strikes!"

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 retiring. Years of participation in wars gave the centurions a sense of smell and intuition far beyond the priests.

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

The centurions used their loudest hoarse voices to let the troops form a formation to meet the enemy.

Their experience was once correct. This flexible reaction once 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 shield formations, and finally stabbed the archmage's heart with holy spears.

The centurions never doubted the strength 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 a completely different enemy, the wrong experience was only fatal.

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

Because the military formation defense shield needs to be opened, the infantry formation needs to be maintained in a relatively dense state.

And if you open every modern infantry manual, you will be told that you need to disperse immediately when encountering artillery bombardment and air raids, and hide in a sunken place on the ground.

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 bullets.

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 solid 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 wheel on the tail wing of the FAB-50 bomb that fell on the shield stopped turning, and everyone seemed to hear a clear collision sound.