Chapter 1139: The old general's storm
"Two imperial concubines? Are you kidding me?" He crumpled the message into a ball of paper, and Midas frowned and threw the ball of paper under his feet: "Isn't this putting me on the fire? It's better than me. The headquarter was hit much more seriously."
After speaking, he looked at General Heidi Cannon next to him: "This is more disgusting than sending a telegram urging us to speed up the attack."
"What's the matter?" General Heidi Cannon hadn't seen the message, because it had turned into a ball of paper and rolled not far away.
"Princess Andrea and Princess Vivienne will personally lead troops to attack the Temple of Whithalath!" Medias replied viciously.
"God horse?" When Heidi Cannon asked this question, his voice changed. Just by listening to the sound, this word can have various meanings such as unbelievable and frightened.
"Let the front-line troops speed up the attack! No matter what difficulties you encounter! Give me within 2 hours to advance to the Temple of Withalans!" After thinking for a few seconds, Medias went from Heidi Cannon. In his hands, he took over the command.
He had just visited the position of the First Armored Corps of the Demon Expeditionary Army of the Ailan Hill Empire today. Here, he received this telegram that caused him a headache.
As a matter of course, this routine inspection has become the commander of the Ailan Hill Empire Expeditionary Force to supervise the battle in person.
"Order the army artillery, cancel the rest, and immediately start bombarding all areas from H to L! Immediately! Immediately!" The recovered Heidecarnon also hurriedly spoke and ordered loudly.
"Hey! I'm Medias! Yes! Decentralize the artillery support authority of Burkelan Fortress to the 1st Armored Corps! Yes! Yes!" Medias grabbed a phone in front of him and wanted to talk. , Directly ordered.
"Hey, hello! Yes, it's me! Banner is on duty, that's Louis? Let him answer the phone! Yes! The situation has changed! No matter the cost, dispatch all the tactical support aircraft that can be found! Attack Witholens All ground targets that can be confirmed!" On the air force liaison officer's side, the hand holding the phone was shaking.
Before the Air Force was afraid of loss, it almost cancelled the bombing of Withalens. But this time is different, even if they lose 100 planes a little, they must fully support this battle!
Even if you lose half of the frontline air force and lose 1,000 pilots, you must end the battle of Withalans before the imperial concubine arrives on the front line!
Remember the original goal of the Air Force? The one who "fighted Vivian"... now just the other way round, "protecting Vivian" is the task that the Air Force must complete.
The phone calls from the front-line command here came one after another, and the first batch of artillery over there that received the firing mission has already begun to attack.
The dull but not far away self-propelled 155mm caliber howitzer began to roar, and one round of rounds roared through the sky above the command headquarters.
Then, the downtown area of Witholens, which had just fallen silent, boiled again. It was like a calm water, suddenly there was a stormy sea.
"Boom!" A shell fell between the ruins of a building, and the rubble rolled into the air with the explosion, and then shattered into more small stones and sand fell down, as if it was a soil. rainstorm.
And the falling mud and rubble, before it fell back to the ground, was lifted into the air by a new explosion.
The entire land of Werthalens was trembling in the explosion, and the power of many large-caliber artillery shells when they exploded was not much better than that of an earthquake.
The demon defenders who were struggling with the bomb explosion, before they had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the rain-drenched rocket once again fell.
This time, these sturdy rockets didn't carry those **** cluster bombs, they carried powerful TNT charges, in order to destroy the buildings they hit.
Hundreds of rockets fell almost at the same time, which is different from the concept of a cannonball falling. Although the number of shells fired by the front line artillery of the Ailan Hill Empire is already comparable to the instant coverage of rockets.
In just a moment, hundreds of explosions bloomed throughout the city, shaking the earth and destroying the earth.
Under such a terrifying cover and running away, the demon servant army in heavy armor swarmed up, killing those demon defenders who were holding on to the fragile line of defense.
These demon servants were ordered to defeat all the enemies in front of them within a few hours, regardless of the cost!
Yes, at no cost! They no longer fight alone. Behind them, human snipers and mortar forces are pressing on.
The sudden climax of this offensive caught the demon defenders off guard. They lost their line of defense and even suffered a large-scale defeat in some places.
The defenders from block to block were driven or wiped out, and the soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire could even see the demon temple that collapsed more than half through the cracks in the ruins.
Beside the ruins of the demon factory that had long been unrecognizable, a demon struggling out of the burial soil. He shook his head, shaking the dirt off his head.
Not far away, a Type 99 main battle tank with a remote-controlled weapon station was running over the outer wall of the collapsed factory. Its turret was pointed in the distant direction, and it was steady without a trace of shaking when it bumped.
In the next second, the tank stopped suddenly, and then the steady barrel spewed out a group of hot flames.
The sound of the cannon made the demon who had just crawled out of the rubble mud dizzy. He hurriedly pulled out his long sword from the mud beside him, then struggled to get up and fled in the opposite direction.
Because of the cover of the reverse slope, he turned a corner of a collapsed wall and saw several companions hiding here.
"Great, my lord!" He almost crawled before a veteran, lowered his voice and asked.
"When the shelling started, he told us to stand on our ground, and then we didn't see him again." The veteran was holding a Mauser 98K rifle and a long sword at his waist, looking very embarrassed: "I don't know it is. I ran and died."
"Then...then what do we do?" The demon who finally escaped asked nervously.
"What else..." The veteran leaned against the corner, poking out half of his head and glanced at the majestic human tank: "Retreat! Follow this road to the other side, another ruin, there should be ours over there. people!"
