Chapter 241: Blow

Looking at the last two Scud missiles flying into the air, a young officer stood in the missile launch vehicle and asked softly: "If we do this, will we be retributed?"

"Why do you say that? As a soldier, you should take killing enemies as your responsibility. Should you let those opponents kill your comrades?" The middle-aged general in his 40s held his hands behind his back and stared with his chin open. The white smoke trail left by the missile in the sky, gradually dissipating, asked rhetorically.

"But, Your Excellency...Use this weapon..." The young man was still a little worried and explained.

The middle-aged general interrupted him and said first: "No but! Lieutenant Colonel Signer! Nothing! For your majesty, for Elan Hill to eradicate all enemies, this is the meaning of my life! Also, it is you, The meaning of being alive!"

"Yes! Your Excellency General!" The young man put away the worried expression just now, and stopped talking with his chin open. Under his gaze, the tracks in the sky gradually fade away.

After a long while, the middle-aged general spoke to himself and explained: "Don’t think that only the people of the magic empire have hatred! We do too! Mortals have been oppressed and exploited by magicians for thousands of years! Without their exploitation, how many of us would we have? The child will not be starved to death? How many of our friends will not be killed?" The general clenched his fist and asked harshly.

His child died in Arrant because of starvation. If it weren't for the obstruction of the magic empire, Alan Hill could drive into Arrant to improve the living conditions there in the year his son starved to death.

It can be said, or that is what he thought, that the Holy Demon Empire killed his youngest son.

Therefore, for him, throwing a 1 million tons of nuclear weapons at Bellevue did not offset his hatred of the Holy Demon Empire. If you operate according to his ideas, every city in the Holy Demon Empire should be erased from this world.

Those glorious cities and rich people were built on the hills of blood and corpses through the exploitation of mortals. Every brick and tile here has a mortal soul and flesh and blood.

"I understand, General!" The young man nodded slightly and replied solemnly. Although he doesn't empathize like the middle-aged general, he still agrees with the general's words.

The scars of hatred can only be scrubbed with blood, he understands the truth. When is the matter of retribution, there is no need for soldiers like him to think about it. All he has to do is take revenge, and use the weapon in his hand to quell the hatred for his compatriots.

"Anyway, it is estimated that no one will survive in such an environment... Isn't it?" The middle-aged general glanced at his subordinates and stated a fact blankly.

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"Of course no one will survive the attack of this weapon. This is a super weapon just developed by our chemists in Ailan Hill. The scientific name is:'s-(2-diisopropylaminoethyl) -Ethyl methyl thiophosphonate'." In the other headquarters, a technician in a white coat proudly explained to the generals in front of him.

He held a beautiful-looking glass ball with his hand, shook it in front of a few people, and said, "As long as I throw this thing on the ground, you don’t even have time to wear a gas mask, and you will fall to the ground and struggle. Die."

While talking, he threw the glass ball up and caught it with his hands. In a series of his actions, all the generals standing in the room turned pale with fright and did not dare to question any of his actions.

After all, these generals were also afraid. The other one accidentally dropped the glass ball in his hand to the ground...

There are many madmen in this empire, and the man in a white coat in front of him is undoubtedly the most terrifying of these madmen. He is an expert in imperial chemical weapons, and his research is very confidential and very dangerous.

I heard that someone died tragically in the office because of a weapon leak. Many people know that in a quarantine area of ​​the Dothan Empire, there was a mysterious unit with an unknown name. The weapons and equipment they tested had a hideous deformed skeleton on it. As a sign of danger.

"In fact, the chemical name of this thing is too long, I don't want to talk about it myself, but it also has a shorter and more mysterious name, vx nerve gas!" There is a monocle on the bridge of the nose, one end With a smile on his face, the gray-haired old man kept throwing the frightening yellow glass ball in his hand.

In everyone's eyes, he threw the glass ball high into the sky, and then retracted his palm: "Now, if this glass ball is real... everyone is dead!"

The glass ball fell to the ground in his voice and fell into a piece of powder. Crystal shards splashed everywhere, and the liquid inside evaporated into the air visible to the naked eye.

Everyone stood there because they felt that it was too late to run away. It's not that they don't want to run, but their legs are already trembling at their command.

However, at this time, the madman in a white coat laughed loudly and said to everyone: "Well, everyone, the storage environment of vx gas is much harsher than you think, so this one in my hand is just A glass ball of alcohol!"

In the eyes of wanting to kill him, the scientific madman twisted his neck twice and walked out of the air force front-line command with his hands in his pockets. As they walked, they complained: "It's boring! Don't people here know what humor is?"

What is your humor? A group of officers glared at each other, staring at the bastard's back, and kept sending him out of this command post, which was crowded with generals and school officers.

When the seemingly crazy technical tycoon walked away, a general swallowed his mouth and said: "So it seems that the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire near the St. Runos Bridge will not be alive anymore?"

"There is a high probability that they will all be killed in place by the poisonous gas." Another air force commander squinted at the general who asked the question and replied.

"However, there should be many puppet soldiers there. It is estimated that these puppet soldiers will not be wiped out by poison gas." The third person who spoke was an intelligence officer. He pointed to an intelligence document on the edge of the map and introduced: "There are about 1,000 puppets stationed nearby..."

"About twenty minutes later, there will only be puppet soldiers left there!" The general headed looked at the broken glass ball at his feet, shook his head and said: "I never thought, we can use it. Means more terrifying than magic to kill people."

"Yes, we can kill people faster and more decently, and we can also kill more cruel and **** wrecked lives..." a general said.

"Of course, from my point of view, the faster and more decent we kill, the closer we will be to victory." The leader of the general smiled and worked hard to make an indifferent look.

If you count the nuclear bombs, the air force he commands now may already be stronger than the sum of all the troops used in all the wars that mankind has experienced in the past. He can destroy a country with only a few dozen nuclear bombs.

Near the waiting St. Runos Bridge, beside the high-pitched anti-aircraft guns, several anti-aircraft artillery from the Holy Demon Empire were yawning lazily.

Although the frontline battle situation is not so smooth, the soldiers who are responsible for the rear air defense mission are still relatively safe. They don't have to fight against the terrible Airanhill army, they just need to be stationed in a safe place.

This is definitely a good job for the Saint Demon Empire, which has a high front-line death rate. Unfortunately, I heard that Kadom has been surrounded, and they are getting closer and closer to the front line here.

Fortunately, there is a huge city ahead, Ludnar, the second largest city of the Holy Demon Empire. Fortunately, these days, they have seen countless puppet soldiers passing through this bridge towards an increasingly tight line of defense.

Countless puppet soldiers are still piled on the bridge. These puppet soldiers walked across the bridge in groups and rushed in the direction of Ailan Hill's troops.

"If it hadn't been for so many anti-aircraft guns on our side, maybe those Ailan Hillers had already sent bombers to bomb here." Staring at the 130 mm anti-aircraft gun next to him, a soldier of the Holy Demon Empire exclaimed proudly. Tao.

The anti-aircraft artillery in front of them was made by the Holy Demon Empire based on the machine tool provided by Ailan Hill. It has a large caliber and a very high shooting height. It is effective against the b-17 and b-52 bombers. One of the few weapons.

With this weapon, they can sit back and relax here and guard this important bridge.

"Hey! What do you think it is?" He was about to answer his sigh. The gunner sitting across from him frowned, staring at the constantly clear black spots in the distance, and asked the man sitting beside him.

The subordinate rubbed his eyes, and then he could see clearly that the little black spot that was flying was a "black spot" that was getting bigger and bigger!

"That's a bomb!" Seeing exactly what was flying over, the subordinate exclaimed loudly, "That's a bomb!"

In his horrified cry, the Scud warhead suddenly exploded, dispersing into dozens of small bombs. These bombs dispersed in the sky, and then scattered in an area nearly two kilometers in radius.

Immediately afterwards, the second missile also scattered in the sky, and countless bombs also scattered, falling from the sky, covering a barracks not far away, and dozens of anti-aircraft guns on the air defense position.

In the horrified gaze of everyone, the bomb rain fell like this. The bombs that were about the same thickness as the arm and the same length were scattered in the missile cell and fell to the densely packed position of anti-aircraft guns.

Then, the explosion started like this, the continuous explosions one by one, as if to plough the land over and over again, spreading rapidly from one side to the other.

Before these poor holy demon empire anti-aircraft gunners had time to evade, they were enveloped in the thick smoke raised by the bomb, and their figures were blurred in the black smoke that was constantly churning.

The cluster bomb is a very useful weapon when destroying a large area of ​​defensive positions. I saw these bombs covering everything nearby like a carpet, extending from this side of the bridge to the other side of the bridge.

In the next second, the magic defensive barrier on the bridge lit up, and the dazzling light shook in the explosion. The huge vibration made the entire bridge shake, as if it was about to collapse.

The puppet soldiers on the bridge who were still crossing the river shook with the tremor of the bridge. Many of the puppets on the edge even plunged directly into the river water and fell a piece of it.

Then, these cluster bombs that spread into the river stirred up a column of water above the bridge in the river. Amid the deafening explosion, the San Lunos Bridge dropped some rubble, but it did not collapse. .

In the billowing smoke of the explosion, the magical defensive barrier that was originally shining extremely dimmed. As a magical defense barrier against this bridge, it has collapsed and shattered, and it can no longer serve as a defense.

Where the explosion had gone, the soft soil was torn away from it. The gunner of the anti-aircraft gun who was the first to spot a missile flying from a distance just now slapped his clothes with a dusty head, still muttering words, greeting the parents of the distant Ailan Hill enemy.

In the rising and tumbling thick smoke, the two last-launched Scud ballistic missile warheads shattered in the air, and countless yellow fist-sized glass **** shattered in the air or fell to the ground. The liquid inside disappeared in an instant. Into the air.

"Hey, are you okay?" The artillery commander did not see the warhead whose sound was much smaller than that of the explosion. He lowered his head and was pulling up a subordinate who also did not die in the cluster bomb attack.

The man shook his head. Before he could speak, he saw the gunner pulling him up, bowed his waist and retched.

He had the intention to help pat and pat, but suddenly he felt that something was twisting in his mouth, and his stomach began to turn upside down. Unable to hold back for a while, he also lay on the concealed sandbag, spit out his tongue and vomited: "Oh..."

When he vomited a lot of gastric juice and felt that he could barely hold back the vomiting, he struggled to turn his head and found that his gunner was already sitting next to the anti-aircraft gun, his expression was painful and his facial features were distorted.

The artillery wanted to speak, but found that his mouth had no feeling. He tried to reach out to grab something, but he couldn't lift his arm at all.

In his desperate gaze, the familiar gunner in front of him had calmly leaned on the cold shield of the anti-aircraft gun, and there was no sound.

The gunner who had no strength to struggle and felt that he had lost all his intuition could only sit down on the sandbag and wait quietly for the darkness to completely erode himself clean.

A puppet with a broken arm staggered past two corpses that were gradually cold, turned his head to look at it, and staggered towards the distance.