Chapter 760: Words on canvas

A poet in the Qing Dynasty wrote a poem, and there was a saying: "Please don't be afraid of big cannons, you can only hear a few deaths after a hundred cannons." Although the words are somewhat taken for granted, there is still some truth.

The poet’s original intention was to use cannons to contrast opium smoke, to emphasize the viciousness of opium smoke, but in turn he also stated the fact that there have been "a few deaths" after a hundred artillery bombardment...

Yes, the current Elan Hill Expeditionary Army of the Demon Realm is using this most primitive method to deal with the white-robed people who invade behind the defense line.

They covered an entire hill, in order to be able to reduce the number of these white-robed people by luck. For the military commanders of Ailan Hill, even if 100,000 shells can kill a white-robed man, they will feel that they have made a profit.

But in fact, the white-robed people they used to eliminate with this stupid method are no longer one or two. This kind of high-intensity firepower coverage, while consuming one's own ammunition reserves, is indeed consuming the strength of the devil's offensive force.

Although I don't know how many white-robed waiters lost in various firepower coverage, this coverage attack did have a certain effect and slowed the actions of many waiters.

In the high sky, the Airland Hill floating fleet is slowly advancing, these huge warships are not as heavy as they seem.

They carry a large number of fighter jets, and are also equipped with many weapons for attack, including Tomahawk cruise missiles, ordinary artillery, and powerful electromagnetic guns!

As long as the place where this fleet passes by is not under the control of Ailan Hill forces, countless shells will be poured down, turning all the land there.

"Are these humans crazy? They are venting their anger, they are not fighting!" Dragon Commander Brooke frowned as he watched the distant mountains leveled by countless explosions.

In this battle, he finally saw the real potential of human forces. This is not a war, this is simply a feast of explosions.

Even if he was as powerful as him, and could be transformed into a dragon like a mountain flying in the sky, he did not dare to say that he would be able to sustain it under such terrifying firepower.

Confronting such a force head-on is almost like seeking a dead end. Even the most elite troops of the Dragon Clan, there is no way to sustain such a strong attack for too long.

He threw the broken piece of white cloth in his hand at his feet, coldly opened his mouth and commanded: "Reconfirm the coordinates of the troops, don't make a mistake! It's bad luck if you get hurt by mistake."

Hearing his order, the officer standing next to him swallowed a spit, turned and ran to the vehicle responsible for controlling the identification friend or foe. The car was allocated to the Dragon troops by the Ailan Hill troops, the purpose is to avoid accidental injuries.

Above the sky, Ailan Hill's floating fleet is like a honeycomb, releasing countless black spots.

These black spots are scattered in the sky, and you can tell if you look carefully. In fact, they are the high-level magicians of Ailan Hill.

Thousands of such magicians were airdropped into the battle zone, and they were organized into hundreds of combat teams with the purpose of finding and capturing those white robe invaders.

They all carry a communication system, and as long as they find a target, they can call for reinforcements.

The on-call troops will quickly rush to the battlefield and join these magicians to encircle and suppress the white robe invaders that have been over-dispersed.

On the ground, next to a Type 99 main battle tank, is a row of Ailan Hill heavy armored grenadiers carrying heavy weapons slowly advancing. Behind them are armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery.

As long as the place is slightly flat, there are Alanhill's soldiers on defense. Hundreds of Alanhill grenadiers have filled the gap in the line of defense. They built a line of defense on the plain and pulled up a long barbed wire. , Ready for various bazooka sniper rifles and other heavy firepower.

One plane after another flew over their heads, and countless black devices were scattered. At least 100 bombers were rushing into the air for aerial minelaying, turning flat farmlands into deadly death zones.

And all this, for Ailan Hill, is just the beginning.

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On the largest loading and unloading dock in Port Stoffel, there are long convoys parked side by side. These super heavy-duty trucks are even bigger than the special heavy-duty trucks that transport heavy armored grenadiers.

The loading places of these trucks are covered with canvas, and the Ailan Hill soldiers with rifles are closely guarding them near the trucks.

As those who protect these important war materials, the soldiers on guard do not know what they are protecting, because their level is too low to have the opportunity to see the weapons covered in canvas.

However, today, they saw dozens of experimenters, commanding hundreds of engineers, plugging cables as thick as their arms, and some other cables into the carrier vehicle, seeming to be charging these weapon systems.

Then, some drivers walked into the cargo compartments of these super trucks, lifted the canvas above, and got into the weapons.

Now, they were stunned watching these behemoths slowly stand up on their own with the help of the hydraulic crane behind the truck. Only at this time did they realize that these things were more than ten meters in height.

Then, these soldiers who were responsible for safeguarding weapons finally saw a line of strange symbols written on the canvas.

It is said that these symbols were named by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and it represents a super weapon. In the sun, the black handwriting was very clear. Many soldiers tried to spell to see if they could read the pronunciation accurately.

An officer was also trying the same. He stared at the handwriting and said something in his mouth: "U-i-p-a-1...Ultimate, Individual, Power...Armor...Type 1?"

Just as he was chanting these strange words, the canvas finally fell down due to gravity. A black steel giant exuding the radiance of spangled iron appeared in front of everyone in this way.

This giant has a golden eagle national emblem embossed on its chest, which looks very steampunk style. However, this giant robot is a perfect combination of magic and modern science and technology. It is much more advanced and powerful than steampunk.

The soldiers on the ground couldn't help but back up two steps when seeing such a huge humanoid machine. They instinctively feared this kind of humanoid war machine, even if it was the secret weapon of their empire.