Chapter 1112: Small talk

"You... can never defeat the great... the source of magic..." a demon soldier who fell to the ground said with difficulty while spitting black blood.

The Ailan Hill grenadier who looked down at him just snorted coldly, and was not even ready to make a shot with the weapon in his hand.

Because this demon has no chance to survive, unless the medical soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire now begin to rescue this poor fellow.

However, the medical soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire were not obliged to rescue him. After all, after this battle, several wounded still needed help.

"You will all die! All will be killed by the great source of magic!" The wounded demon soldier who fell on the ground was unable to die for a while, so he continued to talk in his weak voice.

He didn't know if he wanted to intimidate the victor standing next to him, or if he wanted to find a reasonable explanation for his death.

The vibration in the distance approached little by little, and the demon lying on the ground felt that under his body, the earth was shaking violently by something.

His eyes widened, because he heard the loud rumbling in the distance and saw the behemoth that was a little closer!

Yes, it can definitely be called a giant, that is a city! A huge city is driving towards him quickly.

Burkland, the fortress city of the Ailan Hill Empire, is also a mobile fortress! Its figure appeared in a place less than 30 kilometers away from Witholens!

In front of the dying demon soldier, this huge fortress entangled little by little, surrounded layer by layer, and finally turned into a super fortress with layers of mosquito coils.

"What kind of opponent are we...what are we fighting with?" The demon lying on the ground closed his eyes, because Burklan's outermost centipede tail happened to fall near the village.

The sturdy, metal-wrapped centipede's legs fell heavily, just stepping on the demon soldier's side.

He could even touch the end of the huge centipede's leg. When the centipede's leg fell heavily, the dust splashed even half of his body.

The Ailan Hill Empire soldier who had been looking down at him at this time came back with a cigarette in his mouth, and with great interest, he found a gravel as a bench in the dust that had just fallen.

The heavy armored grenadier of the Ailan Hill Empire sat there, spit out a white mist of cigarettes, and asked the demon lying on the ground with a smell of contempt: "Now, do you still think we will be defeated? ?"

"Cough cough..." The demon wanted to answer, and the black blood came out again from a mouth. He coughed violently, and half of his buried body was convulsing.

In fact, he really wanted to say something, he still firmly believed that the source of magic would definitely win.

However, the demon soldier who had already felt that his vitality was fading, suddenly realized that his persistence might be meaningless at all.

As a soldier, he has fought for his country to the last moment for his faith. He is about to die. For a corpse, victory or defeat is nothing to fight for.

So, at this moment, he suddenly became open-minded, looking at the humans sitting next to him, and gasping softly: "I don't know... but I have fought, it doesn't matter."

"In a while... there should be a good show that will let you know that this era is the era of the Ailan Hill Empire." The human heavy-armored grenadier spit out a puff of smoke and pointed his finger: "You should be better than me. You can see clearly."

Yes, the demon soldier lying on his back here, the dust in front of him has dispersed, he can clearly see the blue sky, and he can also see the thick, cold black barrels between the blue sky and him.

There are hundreds of large-caliber artillery in Burkland Fortress. Although most of the artillery are old models and the range is not too far, but fortunately, the caliber of these artillery is large enough.

The 203mm, 283mm, and 406mm cannons all have an ultra-long range of 30 kilometers.

What's more, there is a terrible 800mm cannon on the Burkland Fortress, and its range is more than 30 kilometers!

Therefore, these artillery can all attack the Withalans, the Ailan Hill Empire assault operation, the purpose of the campaign has been achieved! They obtained the bridgehead to attack Witthawrans, and at the same time opened the prelude to the official attack on Witthawrans.

"Did you see those barrels? When I first looked at it, what I thought in my heart might be similar to what you thought." The smoking heavy-armored grenadier pointed to the barrel that was gradually rising above his head and said.

"What I think is, how can an army be able to fight against such a force? When this fortress fired all guns, I felt my insignificance and understood a little bit of your despair." He didn't mind lying on the ground. The demon didn't take his gaze from the barrels, and continued to talk to himself a little bit.

It may be that he has been fighting for too long, and he needs an object to confide in. This human soldier regards the dying demon in front of him as a good confession object: "That is not the will of steel that can be resisted by flesh and blood! Do you think the origin of magic is invincible? I think the Airanhill Empire is truly invincible!"

"Look... It seems that we are... here desperately... blocking you, yes, it's a futile thing..." the demon gasped, and he tried hard to get out of the upturned mud Pulling out his badly injured body, the attempt failed in the end.

The black blood mixed into the soil, dyeing the soil black. The demon stopped struggling, and continued to look up at the rising barrels in a daze.

He seemed to be waiting, waiting for those artillery to roar, spewing dazzling light and tumbling air waves. Because in his short life of more than 20 years, he has never seen so many artillery gathering together and firing.

At this moment, he, who was about to lose consciousness, was thinking about how magnificent it is to fire all cannons.

"Boom!" A 203 mm caliber artillery blasted out flames, followed by the roar of a 283 mm caliber heavy artillery. More artillery fired shells, and the sounds of various shelling were mixed together.

When the 406mm caliber artillery also spewed tumbling waves and flames, the Ailanhill heavy armored grenadier sitting there enjoying the sound of all kinds of artillery, saw the chest of the demon soldier at his feet collapsed, and then Did not bulge.