Chapter 630: Interwar

Attack, defend, retreat.

The Vatican troops had to retreat after the attack was hopeless. They avoided several blood turbines that were still in operation and withdrew their front-line troops from the stone wall that had just opened a gap.

The coalition soldiers stationed on the high wall looked at the receding silver light and the bodies of both sides left after the wave disappeared, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When a troop is completely destroyed in order to achieve an attack, then their actions are only a hair's breadth away from failure... After seizing a certain area or a certain fortress from the enemy, they still need to hold on until the arrival of follow-up troops.

If there is no way to complete control, then destroying the area is obviously a more economical solution.

After all, the Vatican cannot be like the troops in the game. After occupying a city, they do not need to establish any supply lines and immediately set up high-level city defense... Although the lords can do it through the system's fully automatic construction, it still takes a lot of time.

The army that retreated like a tide made the lords who defended the fortress breathe a sigh of relief. The high pressure brought by the battle was only reflected after the war. One-third of the lords simply found a place and fell asleep.

The guarding troops in charge also lost more than 70% of their troops and countless supplies in the process of defending the city. This amount of supplies would be enough to bankrupt each specific lord.

This is not an adjective.

Fixed machine guns, field artillery, corresponding ammunition, barbed wire and chevaux de frise used in the deployment positions.

Electric ignition firing pins used in rifles, rune replacement modules used by various types of constructs, and anesthetic consumables required to maintain soldiers' combat.

The supplies mobilized by the Supreme Command will take at least three days to be delivered to the front line by steam train.

It was not until the sky in the distance showed some light that the coalition soldiers saw the deformed bodies crawling on the ground in the distance. They were crawling their bodies and wandering on the battlefield.

Like a cruiser moving on the ground, the body made of metal and flesh left a deep mark on the ground, and the molten boiler added poisonous smoke full of heavy metals to this bloody scene.

Flesh turbine.

The third stage, land cruiser.

It was that kind of thing that forced the troops of the Church to retreat.

From the Supreme Command——'Tactical Support'

Most of the deformed bodies chased the light emitted by the holy warriors and abandoned their food, crawling towards the fortress area to intercept the retreating church troops.

And a few of them were wandering around the battlefield in a daze.

"Damn... Why does my body hurt so much..." Gao Yu climbed up the wall and rubbed his half-left hand: "These crazy guys are really good at fighting..."

Appeared from the shadows, rushed up and stabbed me. If he hadn't run fast, he would have died here.

"Be content, half of the lords shot me directly after the fight and resurrected." Hui Xia, who was standing next to him, smacked his lips and handed him a rifle that he didn't know where he got from as a crutch.

Half of his body has become undead, and the cold white fire licked his bones, supporting the body that should have been dead.

Temporary undead, can be restored to its original state after resurrection.

"What do you think we should do with the prisoners on the battlefield?" The battalion commander who was guarding nearby glanced at the Vatican soldiers lying on the ground not far away. Their chests were still rising and falling, indicating that they were not completely dead.

"What else can we do? Those who are willing to surrender can be saved, and those who cannot be saved can be shot down - just let them be loyal to their master." Gao Yu shrugged, and the broken armor on his body shook, and then he grimaced in pain when it was pulled.

But in fact, as long as the lord and the external population are willing, after the external population is converted into the lord's population, no matter how serious the injury is, it will recover instantly... Of course, it will take up a resurrection quota.

Consuming a resurrection quota is a trivial matter, but they don't want to bury bombs in the territory.

No matter what the external means are, the lords are very careful about the situation in the territory - there is an answer in front, it is not difficult to copy homework, and giving citizenship and basic human rights can improve production efficiency. Why not do it?

"It's written in the military manual that those who are willing to surrender will be brought here and sent to the labor camp as prisoners after recovery." Hui Xia sighed: "If I have to choose, I don't want to fight with these people... I still want to kill other lords."

"How can a sentimental person become an undead lord? If I were an undead lord, I would have killed them all... The lords are fighting on the Western Front, squatting in the pits and fighting trench warfare, and they are fighting back and forth every day."

Gao Yu stopped and looked into the distance. He noticed that the faint light in the distance seemed to be distorted. He turned around and asked the garrison soldiers for a standard arcane flare.

The white light rose, drew an arc, and briefly illuminated the pit not far from the city wall.

A flesh turbine ran to a position only one kilometer away from the city wall at some point, which scared everyone into a cold sweat.

It seemed to have noticed the falling flare, stopped its movement, and stared at the white ball falling from the sky.

The soldiers of the city wall coalition saw that the group of flesh and blood turbines were crawling towards their fortress, and they suddenly became nervous. Regardless of whether the rifles in their hands were useful, they raised them and aimed at the mechanical flesh and blood fusion monsters that turned around.

It moved its body.

The next moment, several 500kg bombs fell from the sky and accurately resolved the tension of the coalition guards.

There was no wailing, no fear, the bombs after the stopwatch were calibrated fell neatly on the oversized body of the blood turbine.

The shock wave engulfed the flame ball and created a cavity with the landing point as the center. The torn flesh turned into blood mist and rose into the sky, and then fell back to the ground like blood rain.

Bombs one after another smashed the group of blood turbines. The strong shock wave will cover its overgrown body. It has no way to avoid it, and the flesh core will be crushed into blood foam.

The air support force carried by the nearest industrial command ship has arrived. According to the reserve plan, there will be remaining blood turbines on the battlefield.

They need to manually deal with the "disaster" they created.

And dealing with materialized, observable, large-sized enemies, using sufficient explosives can solve the problem.

Adjust the crosshairs and measure the wind speed.

The finishing air force used bombs to kill the remaining blood turbines on the battlefield one by one at a high altitude that the blood turbines could not reach. Using ballistic sights to assist in aiming, 500-kilogram bombs broke away from the racks and fell towards mankind's own creations.

This was the final end to this battle.