Chapter 1277: I'm not injured

Fokker rushed out of the building he was in, and when he opened the door, he happened to see a cannonball falling on a block not far away.

He could feel that his ears once again heard the buzzing sound on the battlefield that day, and he witnessed that kind of explosion once again appeared before his eyes.

The roof of the distant building slowly tilted in the explosion, and eventually collapsed overwhelmed.

The block not far away was instantly flooded with dust, and then a duller voice rolled.

It was the sound of building after building collapsing in shaking, it was the sound of desperate destruction!

"Huh..." In the sound of the explosion, a harsh roar suddenly came. Fokker raised his head and frowned to search for the source of the noise. Then he saw something like a flying cross above his head. Flew over quickly.

Of course he did not know that it was an A-10 attack aircraft, and of course he did not know that the deadly aircraft wing was covered with dangerous rockets.

Fortunately, the target of the A-10 attack plane was not where Fokker was located. The target of the plane's attack was the camp of the Holy Spirit Army outside the city.

Seeing that the A-10 attack plane that flew over Fokker's head began to dive, spraying white smoke at the invisible place outside the city, Fokker felt his whole body trembling.

"Boom! Boom!" As the white smoke from the blast hit the ground, there was a roar after another from the distant city. Explosions one after another, it seems that only explosions and fires remain in the entire world.

"This... what the **** is going on?" Pushing away an officer of the Holy Cleric Army who came, the Pope walked out of the house and came to the clearing, standing next to Fokker and asked.

"This...this is the anger of those'false gods'..." Fokker replied absently.

In fact, he no longer felt that the other party was a false god. If a person with such a powerful force is a false god, then the gods believed by the Holy See may not be as good as a false god.

"Huh..." The engine roared, and an A-10 attack plane that had just fired its rockets went around in the sky, and then returned to the battlefield.

It seemed to have chosen its target and began to dive over the city. Immediately after this strange flying cross, it began to spray straight lines shining forward.

On the ground, at the place hit by these straight lines, wisps of white smoke began to spread forward, spreading all the way to the place where Fokker and the Pope were.

What's more terrifying is that where the white smoke rose, the stones were even shattered, and the soldiers screamed and sprayed the bleeding mist. It was really a mess.

"Danger!" Fokker subconsciously hugged his head, and the pope rushed to the side, ignoring his prestige.

The straight line plowed out by the 30mm caliber GAU-8 cannon mounted on the nose of the A-10 attack aircraft passed through the place where Fokker and the Pope were just standing, and continued to extend into the distance.

Fokker’s adjutant who was too late to dodge, as well as two generals of the Holy See, were hit by a 30mm caliber machine gun shell, and of course they became parts.

It's the real state of the parts, it's not an exaggeration at all. One person flew out half of his body, and the other person got out of the body with an arm in his head.

Even a section of intestines flew to the pope's side, and some of the blood on it even fell on the pope's robes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He tried to get his foot back, but found that the calf above the ankle was gone.

He didn't know which piece of meat was on his calf, so he could only search for it in vain, grabbing a piece from time to time.

The waiter who had just served the generals drinking in it couldn't help but start to retching after seeing the **** scene in front of them.

He almost vomited his stomach, because he really saw a half-length corpse with the stomach and intestines hanging outside, which was disgusting.

The place baptized by the GAN-8 machine gun can definitely be described as a mess. There were deep pits left by densely packed armor-piercing projectiles on the ground, and the target hit by the dense barrage was nothing but tragic.

Fokker can be regarded as a veteran general who has seen strong winds and waves. He has been on the battlefield for so many years, and he has seen a lot of dead people.

Moreover, he had just been bombarded by drones in a contest with the Ailan Hill Empire, which is considered knowledgeable.

Therefore, he is still a little immune to the scene in front of him, and resists the feeling of vomiting. He staggered over and helped the Pope up.

"Under the crown of the Pope... Are you okay?" Fokker asked as he waved away the dust around him.

"They are demons! They are demons from hell! They are not false gods! They are the demons who come to destroy this world!" The pope grabbed Fokker's hand with an iron face and said in an excited tone: "Must be destroyed! Must be destroyed! Destroy them!"

"Under the Pope's Crown! Under the Pope's Crown!" Seeing some blood on the Pope's robe, Fokker nervously supported the Pope, trying to find a wound on his body.

He has seen too many people who are injured on the battlefield but are unconscious because of nervousness. So he was afraid that the Pope was really injured, or he was really afraid that the Pope would die here in such a muddle.

You know, the Pope is the only chance for their Rock Empire to win the war! If there was no pope here, the Rock Empire would have surrendered long ago to face those powerful gods alone.

Amid his shouts, the pope finally came back to his senses. He looked down and saw the blood on his shirt, and realized that he might be really injured.

It's just that he didn't feel any pain coming from his body, so he could only touch it with his hands to see if he could feel the wound.

Just as he reached out to touch his body, a few soldiers hurried over. They just saw their general being attacked by the enemy, so they rushed over to help.

Fokker realized at this time that as a general, when the enemy had already attacked, he didn't even have a weapon!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" He shouted loudly, and then shouted to the soldiers who had gathered: "Where is my armor? Where is my sword?"

The pope on the side finally confirmed that he was not injured and that the blood was someone else's. So he calmed down and shouted to Fokker: "I'm fine! I'm not injured!"