Chapter 242： Doesn't exist anymore

What is going on here? Holding his nose, a magician saw a mess on the ground after being bombed. Although a bombing of this scale would cause heavy losses to the entire position, it was impossible to kill everyone.

But now, he did not see the living people struggling in the battlefield, only the puppets were still clearing the battlefield, moving back and forth.

He frowned, then suddenly smelled a faint smell. A trace of vigilance rushed into his brain, and he subconsciously held his breath and stopped breathing.

Then, the magician wanted to use magic to dispel the uneasy smell around him. But when he mobilized the magical aura in his body, he found that he could no longer control these manic and restless magical auras.

He is from the Puppet Empire and is also a senior magician. He is ordered to guard this bridge here to intercept all possible attacks.

However, before him, a senior magician of the Holy Demon Empire had fallen. He died under the explosion of a nuclear weapon when Bellevue was attacked, which made all the senior magicians of the Holy Demon Empire feel dangerous.

Although the magician was also afraid and worried that Ailan Hill would use nuclear weapons to directly attack the bridge, but the people above told him that Ai Lan Hill would not easily use that terrible and tyrannical weapon.

Through Gricken, Ailan Hill and the Puppet Empire formed a tacit understanding in performance: as long as the **** puppets or high-level magicians of the Puppet Empire no longer assassinate the top Alan Hill, then the top Alan Hill will also refrain from using nuclear weapons. .

With this guarantee, he was ordered to come to the St. Runos Bridge and reluctantly accepted the task of protecting the bridge.

However, everything in front of him suddenly made him, the senior magician of the Holy Demon Empire, feel the danger. He stopped breathing, only to find that he still seemed to be affected by something.

His nerves seemed to be damaged, and when he wanted to continue breathing, he found that his respiratory system was unresponsive. This is a state of fear, and he desperately wants to recover his breathing.

So he reached out to grab his neck, but he didn't feel the pain. He wanted to enjoy the comfort of the air entering his lungs again, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried.

"What's the matter with you?" A senior puppet with a mask came over, looked at the magician who was violently clasping his neck, and asked with weird emphasis: "What's the problem?"

"Rus...Russian...supplement of Chu words...I..." The magician tried hard to say something, but used up the remaining energy in his lungs. His face became paler, and his hands were already scratching his neck and bleeding.

"Can I help you?" The senior puppet reached out, hoping to help the magician, but the other party had fallen straight and fell to the ground without a sound.

"Mr. Magician? Sir? Your Excellency?" The senior puppet knelt on one knee, guarding his side, and asked over and over again, wondering what he should do.

Unfortunately, the senior magician who fell in front of him could no longer give any orders. He could only lie down like this, feeling that everything in front of him was gradually dimming, until the darkness swallowed everything about him.

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In the distant sky, the b-52 bomber group has occupied the launch position, and all bombers are ready to attack. Their purpose is to attack the St. Runos Bridge and completely destroy this goal.

"We are close to the target area! The radio coordinates show that we can launch missiles!" Inside the plane, the pilot looked at the instrument in front of him and pressed the intercom to confirm to his captain.

The captain and the pilot rechecked their coordinates, and then rechecked the status of the aircraft with the co-pilot before giving a thumbs up: "The aircraft is in stable condition! Missiles can be launched!"

The frontline commander issued an order to continue the operation in the cabin: "Turn on the missile insurance! Confirm the launch coordinates! Check the status of the missile!"

The bomber gave a thumbs up and reported to the commander nearby: "The missile is all normal! The coordinates have been entered! You can launch!"

"Launch the super hound, long live Ailan Hill!" The officer squeezed his fist and commanded loudly.

"Launch!" The bombardier pressed the button in front of him, and then he felt the body of the huge b-52 strategic bomber tremble slightly.

This is no small effort. You have to know how huge this b-52 bomber is? It has a take-off weight of more than 200 tons! Because the body is too large and slender, when it is parked on the ground, its body is slightly bent due to gravity.

Such a huge bomber can still feel a slight tremor when launching the missile, which can clearly know how heavy the Super Hound air-to-surface missile is mounted under the wings.

It has a ton of conventional explosive warhead, which is loaded with newly developed high explosives. As long as it hits one of these missiles, the San Lunos Bridge will be completely broken, and there will be no other possibility.

"The missile is launched!" After the second indicator light went out, the bombardier shouted loudly.

Then, following his shout, the b-52 bomber began to climb. Another b-52 bomber following it began to drop bombs, and two super hounds rushed out under the huge bomber wing.

Coupled with the inertia of the bomber flying forward, these missiles are quite fast, and they rushed towards the bridge indefinitely.

A missile fell into the river while turning, but the missile next to it passed the stirred water column and continued to rush towards the important bridge.

"Huh!" The huge turbojet engine noise echoed in the canyon, and then these missiles were scattered across the sides of the bridge.

The first missile that hit the bridge passed through the bridge's tunnel and fell into the river. The second missile hit the pier of the bridge all at once, exploding and setting off a flame that obscured the sky.

The seemingly sturdy bridge pier shattered and collapsed in the explosion, but the bridge deck did not show any problems during the violent shaking. Although the puppet troops walking on it fell off the bridge in large numbers, there were still more puppets who had crossed the bridge and reached the opposite bank.

The third missile slammed into the magical defense barrier that was only a little bit left. It suddenly smashed the barrier, rubbed the bridge deck, and rolled into the river on the other side of the bridge.

The fourth missile still missed the target and hit an anti-aircraft gun position on the shore, setting off a huge black mushroom cloud. More than 1 ton of high explosives is no joke, and the power of the explosion is definitely not trivial.

Most of the missiles did not hit their targets. After all, the attack accuracy of 70 meters is not very accurate data. However, under the attack of more than a dozen missiles, the San Luno Bridge still suffered a lot of damage.

The bridge deck has cracked, and one of the bridge piers has also broken. The only reason it has not collapsed now is that the main load-bearing structure has not been devastated.

Another missile roared and rushed, and this time it accurately hit the bridge deck. A huge explosion damaged the bridge deck, and the entire bridge began to collapse in tremor.

Countless puppet soldiers and puppet tanks on the bridge fell into the river water, and a section of the bridge deck also shattered in the explosion, collapsed and fell into the raging waves.

The St. Runos Bridge is over... After such a terrible explosion, the main structure of the bridge has collapsed, and the puppet empire's continuous plan to Ludnar through this bridge has completely become an empty talk.

After cutting off this bridge, the plan to attack Ludnar can be carried out smoothly, and the puppet empire wants to repair this bridge, but does not know when it will wait.

"Boom!" Another missile was icing on the cake and hit the bridge deck. The huge explosion destroyed the two bridge piers and the bridge deck in the middle, and fell into the river billowing south.

Under the gaze of all the puppets, as well as the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire on the other side of the bank, the road bridge collapsed again while shaking, and the broken bridge surface fell into the river water in sections, arousing a wave. Road water column.

"Hit the target, hit the target!" A b-52 bomber carrying a camera confirmed the effectiveness of these missiles in the sparse artillery fire. The bridge did collapse, and it was so destroyed that it could no longer be destroyed.

Amid the roar of the engines, the b-52 bomber group began to return, and on the other side of their return direction, the conventional bomber group had already assembled in the sky.

The mighty, b-17 bombers that covered the sky flew past the defending positions of the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Empire in droves, and the people on these positions were numb.

A soldier of the Holy Demon Empire put down the binoculars in his hand, looked at the commander behind him, and said loudly: "Sir! Found a large number of bombers crossing the front! Their direction should be to bomb the St. Runos Bridge. of!"

The officer behind him was also very nervous, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Quickly send a report by radio! Remind the troops behind! Let them get ready as soon as possible, ready to fight against the air! Quick!"

On the other side of the St. Runos Bridge, looking at the collapsed bridge, an officer of the Holy Demon Empire received a piece of information from his men from the front line, holding a long sword, with a sad face.

"Sir! There is news from the frontline observation post, let us prepare as soon as possible to meet the air." The officer sending the intelligence reminded me cautiously.

"No need... no need." The officer smiled bitterly, looked at the extremely silent position on the other side, and the smoke that had not dispersed, shook his head and said: "The things we want to guard no longer exist. Up."