Chapter 1139： Deterrence of heavy snow

Ball was standing on a small hill bag riding a tall nightmare with flames burning on his limbs ...

Hundreds of firing Mags stood in front of him, throwing fireballs on a battlefield under the hillside.

A fireball about the size of a grenade might not cause too much damage to the vanguard of Behemoth, but it is enough to disrupt their formation and let the powerful lava demons kill it.

There have been more than 20 such small-scale battles ...

Bol knew his goals, he wanted to make a best effort to resist, and then let the two demon army speed up the pace.

Five kilometers further ahead was the frozen cemetery that humans had chosen for the two ethnic armies.

Ball felt that he should not miss this magnificent killing. In his hand was the Moroccan artifact "Gathering Coffin." Those high-level demonic souls that had been frozen to death should still be there.

Collecting souls to strengthen Morlock's army is now the most important task for Ball.

Although I don't know why the demon soul that was killed by Alvin or died near him will disappear, but the 300,000 devil will always be a little bit of a net fish for Boll to digest.

Seeing that the battle below was nearing its end, Ball held a whip and patted the shoulder of a Demon Warlord standing at his feet, saying, "Let them retreat, we move backwards ..."

The one-eyed Demon Warlord took a look at Bohr. Although his approach was not in line with the devil's style, the Demon Warlord did not mean to refute. He picked up a red horn around his waist and blew it ...

A few hours later, Alvin stood on a log-framed platform, watching Morlock's troops rushing away to seduce the two demon army into the preset battlefield.

The dense line of demons that appeared on the horizon made everyone with a cold back.

How many years have humans never fought a battle of this scale?

Stark stood next to Alvin with a tablet ...

Watching the huge number of demonic cannon fodder troops and a part of the regular army opened the formation and walked in the forefront.

The red line range marked on the tablet cannot hold the demons in these marches at all.

Stark said a little uneasily: "It looks like we are a little too optimistic, we must let go of the demon's vanguard ..."

Alvin didn't care at all. He looked at the small yellow flag on the ground in the distance, and said with a smile: "I have confidence in the guys. On the tactics, the guys are stronger than the demons and don't know where to go ... "

Alvin's voice did not fall, and the cannon roar began in the rear of the coalition camp ...

More than 5,000 cannons sent by the Russians roared more than ten kilometers away.

The 152 millimeter high-explosive shell laid a death obstacle on the course of the demons ...

The tablet computer in Stark's hand clearly showed the dynamics on the battlefield. Those demon army near the artillery were a little hesitant and didn't know whether to rush or retreat, but the pressure of the rear army did not stop because of inertia.

A round of artillery was just warming up. At the moment when the pace of the demon's vanguard was slightly chaotic, a large number of rockets swept over Alvin's head, accurately hitting the scattered troops on the edge of the demon army of the two races.

Humans are using artillery fire and rockets to drive massive demonic forces into a space of 50 kilometers in length and 30 kilometers in depth like a sheep.

The battlefield was too large to limit the spread of information. Due to the fact that cannon fodder died in many hearts, the Behemoth and Astra tribes sounded the horn of attack almost simultaneously.

The tempting atmosphere of space is not far away. No matter what is ahead, let the cannon fodder consume the enemy, and then the regular army will come forward to harvest and harvest, by the way, to prepare for the attack of another group.

Unfortunately, they don't know who their enemies are!

They allowed their cannon fodder units to be driven along a predetermined route ...

It was too late when the senior demons of Behemoth and Astra found out that the situation was not too right.

Bol led his elite elite to hang off a group of demons who were too fast ...

When he saw a cold star on the battlefield in the distance, he stopped his nightmare and stared at the battlefield ...

As one cold star rises, the other four rise regularly to the sky ...

Ball didn't know if it was Alvin's "blizzard". A few cold stars did not seem to cause much power ...

But the situation is completely different after ten seconds ...

A dozen kilometers away from the core battlefield, Bol felt a chill, and the sky on the battlefield began to slap snowflakes ...

Then it seems that because of the simultaneous launch of 5 blizzards, a violent storm began to blow on the entire battlefield ...

Blade-like snowflakes are raging in the space of the entire battlefield driven by the storm.

Those unlucky demons didn't know where to hide at all. The release of 5 blizzards at specific locations increased their power by a geometric multiple.

Some small safe areas inside the battlefield simply cannot shelter the demons. Those demons who instinctively charged towards the safe place did not know that they actually entered the core area surrounded by the snowstorm.

Maybe they killed their companions and squeezed into the safe zone. Maybe they could escape the flakes, but the low temperature that came with them would put them to a severe test.

The locations chosen by the artillery technicians are extremely vicious, and the timing of rocket launches is also tricky.

Almost all the demonic forces fell into the radiation range of the blizzard ...

In the face of the blizzard attack, those demons in the most marginal positions actually had a chance to escape.

But the horn made them choose to move closer to their master, and then rushed to the "safe area" in the middle of the battlefield ...

Prince Boll has always wanted to face his fears, he always felt that he was ready.

But he was scared when the "blizzard" broke out ...

The demon vanguard, who was fighting Bohr's army, roared in panic, wondering what to do.

The Molok Lava Demon looked at the death zone in horror, and numbly cut off the head of the enemy ...

It was such a heavy snow that completely destroyed Moroccan's royal court, and it was such a heavy snow that made them a homeless dog.

Many demons once imagined how to retaliate against that "person", but now they don't want to, and dare not think about it!

Poll fell off the back of Nightmare, and he knelt down in pain, looking at the death trap in the distance, and murmured in his mouth, "What the **** did I do?"

Alvin used the "flash" to return to his starting position, he held Stark's shoulder and spit out in the dark ...

Stark looked at Alvin, who was about to spit out his stomach, and said with a little glee, "God is really fair, no one is perfect ...

I heard of motion sickness, seasickness, and motion sickness, but motion sickness is so amazing that you are the first one I have ever seen ...

Maybe this is God warning you not to be too far away from the earth, it is better not to leave the ground ... "

Speaking of Stark's nano-suit, he was armed in an instant, and he said in a little frightened: "What's going on? We're outside the killing area ...

Jarvis, your thermometer is broken? "

In Human Command, Zhang Qiang looked at the image displayed on a screen in front of him ...

The core battlefield has a temperature of 70 kilometers and the temperature has dropped to about 30 degrees below zero ...

The demons who are accustomed to living in high temperatures and don't love clothes very much seem to have no way to go ...

This means that if Alvin wants to, he can destroy a big city that can hold millions of people at any time.

Zhang Qiang glanced at General Ross, who had a blue face. This guy had been using the Alvin as an imaginary enemy to create the American super army, and it was very effective.

But now it seems that he should give up his thoughts completely. People like Alvin, you can guard, but it doesn't make sense!

Choosing flexible control and trying to guide his direction of action is the only way out for the United States!

Zhang Qiang looked at General Ross's awkward expression. He fortunately rubbed his nose and decided to go back and throw away the idea of ​​inviting Alvin to visit the house.

If this big man didn't want to go to Huaguo, there would be no way for him to survive!

Several European military chiefs did not know whether they were envious or glad to be with General Rose and celebrated his upcoming victory with him ...

A bald eagle-hook-nosed Italian military boss said a little bit fearfully: "I heard that Mr. Tomahawk wants to relocate a church in Rome?

I think if Mr. Tomahawk is out of love for architectural art, we can pay to relocate several churches and send them to New York.

It is our duty to show the charm of the Renaissance art to the people of the American East Coast.

In fact, we have nothing to visit in Italy. My traditional pizzas are all from China. The mafia is nothing compared to the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen ... "

Talking about this bald eagle with a hooked nose and looking at Zhang Qiang said, "Mr. Tomahawk should look like you Chinese. Do you think there is anything attractive about Italy in China?"

Zhang Qiang looked at this **** bald man who regarded Alvin as the plague god, and said, "If I were you, I would let the thieves in Italy hold my ears, and let them keep all the Chinese people in their dirty hands a little further.

I guess our Mr. Tomahawk can't wait for your highly efficient policemen ~ www.novelhall.com ~ to find stolen items for ourselves ... "

The bald eagle sniffed and heard that although he knew Zhang Qiang was sarcastic about his country, he still felt the sweat on his forehead, and was ready to go back and urge Rome.

The thief is not important, the church is important. Who knows that the Manhattan Tomahawk actually fancy a Roman cathedral that has no history?

But those are not important now!

Isn't it just a church? What happened to being bigger and more famous?

Can those protesting be compared to Mr. Tomahawk?

What does the protest in the Vatican have to do with the city of Rome? Does the Pope snow?

Go back and quickly dismantle the cathedral and send it to Mr. Tomahawk, not only to help demolish it, but also to build it for you in New York as it is.

If necessary, even the priest will change your nationality and send it to you. It is not impossible to discuss with a nun.