Chapter 352： Ronsek

Ronshek is the southern important town of the Eternal Empire, where a fierce battle broke out. Approximately 70,000 soldiers of the Eternal Empire are fighting here against approximately 300,000 puppet soldiers.

It was a desperate battle, and the final result was that the Puppet Empire occupied Longshek, but this place was also turned into a ruin during the battle.

Yes, when the Puppet Empire got this city, it was already in ruins. And now, this city that has endured countless sufferings is undergoing more sufferings and trials.

Now, at this moment, in this ruin, the host and the guest are transposed, the soldiers of the Puppet Empire have become the defender of the city, and the army of Ailan Hill has become the attacker.

Ailan Hill's offensive method was ten times more brutal than the Puppet Empire, a hundred or even a thousand times. The carpet bombing baptized the city before the ground offensive began.

Countless bombs exploded in the city, exploding the city that was already in ruins even more completely.

The mage tower that could have been faintly visible, the towering wall depicting the fracture of the magic circle, are now peacefully scarce.

There are huge bullet craters everywhere, ruined walls bursting with smoke and fire everywhere, corpses everywhere, or in other words, broken bodies everywhere...

Then, the self-propelled artillery and mechanized towed artillery that followed the mechanized troops to the front line once again greeted the city called Ronshek.

Countless 155mm caliber howitzer shells and more 105mm caliber howitzer shells landed in this city. The army of hundreds of thousands of puppets and tens of thousands of magicians deployed by the puppet empire here was blown up.

In the previous battle, the soldiers of the Puppet Empire barely blocked the attack of Ailan Hill. They destroyed 7 tanks and killed about 300 Alan Hill soldiers.

Of course, this battle is not a unilateral massacre, on the contrary it is a very fierce and evenly matched battle. The main force of the puppet empire, the real magician army, killed more than 200 people, and about 3,000 puppet soldiers were beaten into parts.

With just such a battle, both sides have seen what a real cruel war is like.

On the battlefield that had just calmed down, in a huge round crater, a magician in armor was wiping his sword.

He carefully wiped the blood stains on it, because just now he personally used this sword to hack to death an Ailan Hill soldier who rushed in front of him.

The opponent's weapon jammed, so he was given a chance to shoot. Ailan Hill uses a large number of steel shells, which is also an inevitable choice and an inevitable result of mass production of weapons in the cruel war environment.

Taking advantage of this rare moment of peace, everyone is nurturing their own spirits. They know that the next battle will only become more cruel, so they are all enjoying this moment of their own time.

Perhaps, in the next second, these magicians who used to be aloof will be overwhelmed by cannonballs shot by mortals...

Although they don't want to admit it, each of them feels heavy. The opponent just made a tentative attack, but they have paid a very heavy price to stop it.

Even the proudest people have already seen how powerful those mortals are on the frontal battlefield. That was the power that once belonged to them, but now it belongs to others.

"Here!" A young soldier carrying a suitcase walked to the side of the crater, squatted down, and handed a bottle of blue potion in his hand to the magic warrior in the crater: "Magic supplement liquid! Save a little bit, we There’s not much inventory left."

"You'd better give me another one, I'm afraid one is not enough." The magic warrior in the crater stretched out his hand, caught the magic crystal bottle that the opponent handed him, and showed a somewhat reluctant smile: "Thank you."

"No more! There is only one for everyone. This is the rule above." The young soldier explained, and wanted to get up and leave.

The magic soldier in the crater stopped the opponent and said, "Hey! I said, kid! It's impossible for the people above to count the number of soldiers killed so quickly, right? Give me one more, and I have one more person. Yeah!"

After speaking, he pointed to a corpse beside his crater that had been cold for a long time: "He is not dead yet!"

In fact, the armor on that corpse had been twisted and deformed, and it was obviously directly hit by the shock wave of the cannonball. Even the magic defensive runes above could not save the life of the armor owner.

"Is he still alive?" The young soldier carrying a bag was taken aback, and then he saw a terrible face under the twisted armor: "Ah!"

He was taken aback and almost fell into the crater. Although he had seen many dead people along the way, this one was still the most miserable one among the dead people he saw.

"What are you afraid of? He was very good when he was alive, and he always liked to joke. He is from Burklan, but he is a decent man." The magic soldier in the crater smiled, and introduced it with a pretentious expression.

The young man turned pale and felt that he was about to vomit, so he handed another bottle of magic supplement liquid to him: "Stop talking! Please stop talking! Damn it, hell!"

He left the crater in embarrassment, and he heard a gunshot before he had walked two steps away. He shrank his neck subconsciously, and quickly found a cover to hide, before daring to look back to see what happened.

Then, he saw a soldier of the Magic Legion was hit by a bullet, and there were many people around helping him to retreat to a safe position.

"Sniper! There is an opponent's sniper!" The position was in chaos, and many soldiers were running. The originally silent position immediately became chaotic and noisy.

"Where is the doctor? Someone was shot!" Behind the bunker, someone shouted loudly, but what was waiting was a new round of shelling from Ailan Hill.

A shell fell behind the ruins behind the young man, and the young soldier who sent the magic replenisher felt the ground under his feet tremble suddenly.

Then, before he subconsciously covered his ears, the loud explosion swept through, making him involuntarily frowning and narrowing his eyes.

A battle started, and I don't know if the magician who was hit by the sniper will get the treatment he deserves. No one cares about any injured comrades anymore, because the cannonballs, like raindrops, have already fallen--

Long Ling's body is almost good, and he will start to make changes tomorrow, so stay tuned.