Chapter 1376： The month of recovery in the flames of war

On the 22nd of the recovery month of this year, starting from the beginning of the Earthly Dawn air-space battle group moving towards the wasteland, the entire civilized world's comprehensive counterattack against the wasteland officially kicked off.

In the northern battlefield, the mechanized legion of the Cecil Empire defeated all the wasteland legions north of the mana scorch, and spread the purification device all the way to the ruins of the former northern town of the Gondor Empire "Kagsura" to purify the high The tower is shining on the wasteland, and the continuous barrier composed of the power of purification extends from the dark mountains to the forefront. The Wasteland Legion launched several violent counterattacks within half a month, but until their northern command The system was completely disintegrated, and the advancement of the Alliance Northern Army Corps was not hindered in any way.

On the battlefield of the Western Front, the air fortress cluster with the flagship of the Earthly Dawn descended into the wasteland like a giant dome of the sky. These huge and magnificent war machines silently and firmly advanced towards the center of the wasteland, judged by the flames and thunder falling from the sky. All the filth, the fire of purification surging on the earth, burned out the aberrant legions that were still hovering on the earth after the collapse of the command system. The wasteland tried to resist with weak air units, but they returned in the air. Under the cover of overwhelming superiority, the ground forces composed of the Duke of Franklin Baldwin and the coalition forces of the Ogure tribe steadily advanced, and with extremely high efficiency, the purification components dropped from the Earthly Dawn were built into towers and blocking walls. Extending continuously in the wasteland.

In the southern battlefield, the intervention of Cecil's Expeditionary Fleet completely stabilized the defense line of the Gaoling Kingdom that originally lacked natural protection. The southern coalition forces were able to concentrate all their forces to the fortress of the Stars Temple, and the Kraken Expeditionary Army from the deep sea became the southern line. The greatest assistance in the advancement of the coalition forces, the intrepid deep-sea warriors set off huge waves in the wasteland. After the waves, the magisters of the silver elves and the craftsmen of the Gaoling Kingdom built three consecutive days in a few days. The high purification tower, blocking the operation of the wall, dispelled the haze that had been shrouded in the southern battlefield throughout the winter.

On the Eastern Front, Typhon, the veteran power, showed its strength to the world in this cruel war. The Winter Wolf Legion, the National Knights, and the Magicians formed a powerful frontal arrow. He led into the eastern wilderness of the former Gondor Empire, and set up seven purification towers along the way. Even after experiencing the baptism of the gods, and the cruel internal cleaning and reshuffle, Typhon is still the same. rich. When the month of recovery entered the middle of the month, the Eastern Army of the Wasteland was still engaged in fierce and cruel frontal combat with the Typhon forward, and the Typhon Army’s advancement never stopped.

The situation of the war is still unclear, and the terrorist forces entrenched in the wasteland are still fighting fierce resistance, but scholars who record history have realized that no matter when the dust settles in this war, it will be its biggest this spring. Turning point.

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The living sea of ​​fire set off by the purgatory incendiary bomb has gradually extinguished, but the scorching air remaining on the ground after the flames flowed still evaporates the dry wasteland. In the rolling heat wave, the air presents a distorted lens state. The horizon seems to be wobbly-for ordinary people, this is a very unbearable environment, but for the well-equipped and full protective equipment of the Union soldiers, this will be the best battlefield for them to vent their anger and revenge.

The heavy tank roared and the steel tracks rolled forward. Under the dim sky, the cluster of Warhammer-II tanks rumbling forward on the ground like a group of armored behemoths, the hot wind rolled up the dryness and roughness. The dust slapped on the gray-black armor plate of the main battle tank, the turret adjusted its angle in the hot wind, and the long acceleration rail pointed to the small group of black and red monsters that were emerging from behind the boulders and ruins. Accompanied by a flash of blue light from the charging device, the magic crystal shell screamed in the air, and after a short delay, it fell to the ground and exploded, sending all the monsters who survived the bombing to the sky.

The more scattered monsters that were lucky enough to survive encountered the light howitzers of the Steel Ambassador tank, the continuous-fire missile launchers, and the heat rays fired by the infantry. It made gray-black smoke scattered all over the earth, and dissipated with the wind when the next hot wind blew.

Behind the ground troops, Lord Baldwin Franklin jumped out of the car and looked up at the dark ground covered by the foul clouds. The protective layer formed by the breeze shield shone beside him, isolating the environment. With heat waves and potentially toxic gases, a soldier wearing light infantry armor and wearing the Cecil Empire emblem on his chest approached him, reporting loudly: "Master Duke, the ground battlefield has been cleared, and the airdrop is safe!"

Duke Baldwin nodded and looked to the other side of the position: "How is the situation on King Wycliffe?"

"The battle over there has also ended. His Majesty Wycliffe’s engineering units are building fortifications and assembling ground signal stations."

"It looks like those Ogure people have gradually become proficient..." Duke Baldwin nodded and looked up to the sky. The figure of the Earthly Dawn was floating above his head, while slightly adjusting its angle and position. The twelve Gorgon fortresses are like small "floating islands" floating around the huge fortress, and countless dragoon fighters are patrolling around this air force like a swarm of bees, and countless cannon mouths point to the wasteland far away. At this point, as long as those monsters dare to rush over again, Thunder Sky Fire will surely destroy them all.

On the other side of the position, King Wycliffe was looking at a rolling shadow in the distance on the edge of the battlefield. It looked like a strange mountain with many gaps, but it was actually a molten city, that terrible. The ruins are the shocking scars left by the Gondor explosion in the past-the scholars who accompanied him told him that it was because of the loss of control of the dark blue magic that detonated the main node of energy supply in the city, and the magic of the node melted the whole city into Today's horrible form, and such a horrible scene can be seen everywhere in the Gondor Wasteland.

After seven hundred years, everything in the wasteland can still make everyone who has witnessed it feel chills in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, the surrounding area has been cleaned up," a soldier walked from the side, and the report interrupted Wycliffe's thoughts. "The Earthly Dawn sent a communication asking if it could accept the airdrop."

"Reply, the venue is ready and you can accept airdrops at any time." Wycliffe nodded and said, but at the moment when his voice fell, there was a sudden change in a piece of wreckage not far away, and only one was left. The deformed half of the body suddenly got up from the mud. This hideous and mutated monster roared chaotically, and flew towards this side with a terrifying twist-the soldier next to him was taken aback and pulled out his waist in an instant. Sabre, but his king reacted faster than him. Wycliffe raised his arm, and the mechanical device made a slight noise. A black hole muzzle appeared in the alloy-cast palm, accompanied by a sharp howling, for three consecutive times. Arcane missiles smashed the mutilated body of the monster into pieces.

Wycliffe put his arm away, and under the direct control of the nervous system, the deformation mechanism of the palm quickly returned to its original shape. He turned his head and glanced at the soldier: "Attention, the vitality of these monsters is terrifying, and it may not be broken into two parts. It will die completely, and only when the bones start to smoke, is it truly finished-let the soldiers pay attention to all the wreckage on the battlefield that has not been dissipated, and don't let a piece of meat."

"...Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately responded loudly, then turned and ran to the back of the position quickly, while Wycliffe watched the soldier leave, then raised his head to look at the flying fortress in the air.

After a period of running-in and learning, the soldiers they brought out finally gradually adapted to the Cecilian fighting style. This was a tactic they had never encountered before—the air force led by the Earthly Dawn led the way. , Cleared all the large units and most of the assembly points in the target area with fire bombardment, and then heavy armored units pushed into the field to clear the enemy strongholds and concealed facilities that survived the aerial bombardment. Infantry units and light tanks finally came to the field to complete the match. The occupation of the target and the subsequent formation of positions, and in the whole process, those flying machines will always maintain the suppression of the entire area-the Cecils call it "air supremacy".

Air supremacy is very necessary, because the Wasteland Legion actually has its own flying units. Those swollen and able to cast spells are vulnerable to a blow in front of the air fortress, but if they face a pure ground without air cover The troops, they are still extremely terrifying threats.

Frankly speaking, this is not the battle originally imagined by the Ogure soldiers. In most cases, the monsters that can survive aerial bombardment and tank shelling are even scarce to the point that they don’t need soldiers to fight in close combat at all. The sporadic aberrations often fall on the way to the charge as soon as they come up with light weapons. The envisioned **** fight and the battle of revenge have no chance to happen. This made the soldiers very uncomfortable at first, but Soon, this discomfort disappeared.

Aberrations torn apart under heavy artillery bombardment and giant beasts that were reduced to ashes under living flames can also comfort the victims of the Farm Fortress. Although those monsters are not necessarily hacked to death by the soldiers themselves, they are what they are today. The way of death is countless times more miserable than dying by the sword-which is not bad.

Wycliffe lowered his head and glanced at his silver-shining mechanical arm, feeling the surging power between the alloy skeleton and the artificial nerve, his fingers slowly clenched, and lightly opened.

Above him, a flash of light appeared on the edge of the Earthly Dawn. A frame structure the size of a house broke away from the air fortress. The anti-gravity ring on the edge of the frame structure emitted a faint blue light, and the whole device quickly fell to the surface.

Immediately afterwards, a larger number of airdrop structures were detached from the air fortress. With the aid of one-time anti-gravity components, these huge "parts" whistled in the air, passing through the foul air over the battlefield and piercing through the air. After the heat wave of the earth rising, and after the final deceleration phase ended, it fell into a predetermined area near the ground troops.

After the anti-gravity ring is shut down, the gravity adjustment rune of the airdrop structure will continue to operate for a period of time. During this process, the engineers will transport the components one by one to the appropriate location and use them in the large construction machinery and dragoon aircraft. With the help of it, it is assembled into a high purification tower standing on the ground-the node of the blocking wall.

The whole process takes about twenty-four hours—compared with other purification towers constructed in a normal way, this speed is already incredible.

The images from the surface are converged to the control hall where the main brain is located through nerve conduction, and then projected in front of the main console through the magic net terminal connected to the biomass tank. Rebecca stared at the airdrop components all the way to the ground, watching As they slowed down and landed under the drive of the anti-gravity ring, they watched the engineering unit responsible for the response on the surface go to recover the components that fell on the surface. It was only then that they were slightly relieved.

"The'goods' have arrived on the ground," she raised her head and looked at Gina Prince who was standing not far away, "They will start assembling soon."

"Then we are about to be busy too," Gina Prince, who was standing on the commander’s seat, nodded gently, but her gaze fell on another set of holographic projections, the surrounding holographic projections. What is shown is the vast wasteland surrounding the entire aerospace battle group. Within the range that the sensing device (the big eyes around the Earthly Dawn) can capture, some vague black spots are gradually converging, and there is a faint convergence. Signs of the tide.

The Wasteland Legion is not afraid of death. Although the controllers behind them are conscious dark priests, after suffering several losses in front of the Cecil's long-range firepower and ultra-long-range firepower, those dark priests now know how to hide. More distant rear, completely relying on the root network to remotely control their monster army, so now the alliance troops can hit within the range, are all those deformed bodies and biochemical monsters that are not afraid of death at all.

Even if they are hit harder and harder, those monsters will quickly organize and launch counterattacks again and again.

To be honest, such a counterattack is meaningless, but the aberrations never care about it-they are an extension of the wasteland, a part of the wasteland, and the "things" that have grown out of this strange environment that has turned into a foreign land, as long as The wasteland is still in motion, and a certain amount of distortions can always be maintained. Whether it is a supercritical accelerator or a purgatory incendiary bomb, they are like boulders thrown into the water, even at the moment of being dropped, the water surface in an area can be repelled. In an instant, the total amount of water in the pond will still fill this gap quickly-so the enemy never cares what effect their counterattack can achieve.

Even if the waves of monsters cannot affect the advancement of the Alliance army at all, they will still come in waves.

Because the commander behind them believes that no matter how overwhelming the Allied forces are in each battle, the "cost" of the battle itself is constantly accumulating. The spirit of the soldiers and the consumption of ammunition will keep countries in wartime. The social pressure generated by the system... all of this will not be cleared by victory, but will continue to accumulate in the entire civilized world and gradually become a burden.

In contrast, the cost paid by the Wasteland Legion is nothing more than a constantly compressed space for activities-and in this vast homeland of Gondor, the cost that the Wasteland Legion can "pay" is very much.

Up to now, the initial momentum and enthusiasm have faded, and the commander of the Wasteland Legion seems to have clearly realized the essence of the battle.

The giants wrestle, and those who are exhausted die.

"Start to assemble the purgatory incendiary bomb," Jin Na took a slight breath, "The supercritical accelerator is pre-charged, waiting for the launch command."