Chapter 197： King of land

"Huh—"

In the exclamation of countless Falai soldiers, the rapid and harsh air defense sirens tore through the sky over the Alston camp, alarming countless migratory birds.

"It's an airship!"

"Is Infil crazy? How dare you send an airship?"

In an instant, the captive camp was in chaos, ridicule, discussion, and yelling, intertwined into a piece, and turned back into the sky.

"beep--"

The sound of the assembled horn, accompanied by the hoarse roar of the officers, spread throughout every corner of the camp.

Countless Falai soldiers hurriedly rushed out of the bunker, followed the trenches, interspersed and advanced, and rushed to their respective defensive locations.

"Nine o'clock! Anti-aircraft artillery 47° elevation angle ready!"

"Heavy machine gun 34° elevation angle, the **** airship dared to dive and bomb, shooting them all into fireworks!"

With the commander's command, the soldiers at various firepower points became frantically busy.

The high and low gears and steering gears rotate wildly, and the gun barrels are swiped and turned to point to the sky.

High-explosive shells were filled into the barrel, and the bangs of the breech block closed, resounding across the battlefield!

At this moment, all the Falai soldiers were concentrating and holding their breath, waiting for the airship to approach, and then they all turned into fireworks.

The officers of the Falai Command clenched their fists in excitement.

Unexpectedly, being abandoned to the rear, there will be battles?

You can still get credit for it!

At this time, no one cared about Yarman, who was still tied to the railing.

Yarman looked up in amazement, and saw that among the thick clouds, the airships with **** eyes and fangs rushed out of the clouds.

From the perspective of backlighting, those hideous paintings seem to come alive, as if demons are chattering and laughing, expressing horror!

This is not an imperial airship.

The Empire does not have this type of airship at all!

As a mid-level officer of the British Phil, Yarman recognized at a glance that these airships with huge pods hung in the abdomen that did not conform to thermodynamics at all were not imperial airships.

Who are they?

Could it be... the Air Force of the Vaal Dynasty?

But how did they fly over such a vast plateau with no man's land?

This thought just came to Yarman's mind. These terrifying airships suddenly cut open the huge pod in the abdomen, as if a terrible ghost mother gave birth to a hideous ghost baby.

Each ghost infant, Jiejie smiled and dived toward the earth!

"Damn it's high-altitude bombing!"

"bunker!"

"bunker!"

It looked like a black dot in the field of vision, causing the Falai officer to roar hysterically.

If the airship is left for military purposes?

That is high-altitude bombing!

——Undifferentiated blind bombing was carried out at an altitude of 3,000 meters, which is difficult to reach by anti-aircraft artillery.

However, the cost of this tactical war is too high, and the rate of return is too low, and it is almost on the verge of being eliminated.

Because flying high means that you are not accurate, you can only pray for the blessings of the gods if you want to accurately hit the target.

Often after a round of bombing, it seems that turning the earth into a purgatory can actually not blow up important strategic goals at all, especially for some bunkers.

It is better to use the anti-aircraft artillery matrix, a wave of fixed-point bombing.

"Infiel is indeed a blasphemer! Not even their soldiers!"

The Falai officers hiding in the bunker were full of mockery.

It can be expected that the Farai soldiers may be unscathed after this wave of bombing, but the British captives were definitely killed and wounded.

Officer Fale thought of this.

Yalman also thought of it!

He could only madly yell at the prison camp next to him when Falai soldiers retracted into the bunker.

"Disperse! Disperse!"

However, how much meaning does it have to spread out without a cover?

For a while, deep despair and grief filled Yarman's heart.

"No, no, this is not a bomb!"

Yarman's pupils suddenly enlarged while roaring while staring at the aerial bomb.

——As the throwing objects are getting closer and closer to the ground, their appearance is gradually revealed.

That is not a bomb at all, but a steam car!

Yes, even though they looked weird one by one, covered in riveted armor, he still recognized at a glance that they were steam cars.

Is this crazy?

Airdrop steam car?

What steam car can withstand this high level of throwing?

In the absurdity of Yarman's face, these crazy falling steam cars suddenly slowed down strangely when they were 100 meters above the ground.

Then, in a sense of awkwardness, he crashed on the ground.

"boom!"

A steam tank slammed into the Ottoman line of defense that stretched for more than ten miles. Although they still smashed the ground into a depression, the impact was clearly within the tolerance of the steam tank.

One of them smashed down not far from Yarman!

In Yarman's dumbfounded.

"Boom..."

The steam tank roared, spitting out white steam.

The driving wheel spins crazily, driving the road wheels, inducers, and supporting pulleys, and then drives the metal crawler to run over wide trenches, vertical walls, deep water, swamps, steel mesh, sandbag bunkers, like a fearless metal monster, crazy Howl rushed and rushed towards the Falai camp!

"Fire! Fire! Free fire!"

The Falai soldiers hiding behind the sandbag shelter were stunned!

It took a long time to react. Amidst the command of the officer, the Farai soldiers carried a crane gun and poured a metal storm frantically!

"Dangdangdang!"

Projectiles capable of blasting the werewolves into flesh foam were shot on the 6mm armor. Before the kinetic energy was fully released, they were riveted on the **** of the armor, venting half of the kinetic energy.

Projectiles can only be ejected around in unwillingness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rapid-fire guns on the tank roared, and flames spurted out from the muzzle, and the evil baby-like projectiles roared into the Farley heavy machine gun camp.

"Boom..."

In an instant, among the flame mushrooms that suddenly erupted, the metal parts, accompanied by flesh and blood residues, scattered all over the battlefield!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several rapid-fire guns from the Fale position fired at the tank.

"Boom!"

Under the unloading force of the inclined riveting armor, the rapid-fire projectile can only leave a fist-sized depression on the surface of the riveted dealer, and there is no other effect except for the shock.

The exposed rapid-fire gun positions were immediately fired by four or five tanks!

——Under the big data of Internet prophecy, all exposed rapid-fire guns, heavy machine guns, and howitzers are all located and marked and displayed on the virtual screens of major tank crews.

Therefore, all the tanks were naturally swept away by the fire!

"Da da da da..."

The sound of artillery resounding through the sky concealed the howling machine guns on the steam tank.

They are actually the harvesters of life!

Wherever the steam tank goes, life is like weeds, all falling down, facing the steam tank that can be called the iron king, no matter how powerful the werewolf is, there is only a situation of being crushed!

This is totally a slaughter!

"Do not--"

"Mom! Save me!"

"I want to go home!"

"God, save me—"

The Falai soldiers collapsed, and more and more soldiers dropped their weapons, fled frantically, or shivered in the bunker.

However, stopping the resistance brought only a more tragic fate.

Suddenly screams, wailing, pleading, resounded through the Ottoman defense line!

"Rumble!!!"

The sore white steam was roaring, the magic steam engine was roaring, the rapid-fire cannon was spewing death, and the machine gun was venting the endless rain of bullets amidst wild howls, reaping lives.

Metal caterpillars ran over sandbag corpses and thundered up on the battlefield.

At this moment, flesh and blood are weak and steel is eternal!

Yarman was completely horrified.

The pain and weakness of the body gradually peeled off.

He stared at everything around him blankly. The war unfolded in front of him in a way he had never thought of, completely subverting his decades of military literacy and world outlook!

In the endless artillery fire, his soldiers tore through the metal fence and rushed out to rescue him.

A group of people hid in the trench nearby, shivering, their minds blank.

I don't know how long it took, a tank suddenly straddled the trench where they were hiding, but stopped abruptly.

In Yarman and the soldiers, they raised their hearts instantly!

In tension and fear, they can even see the residual limbs stuck on the metal track.

"Squeak!"

The huge metal lump makes a mechanical rubbing sound.

It was not the turning muzzle to greet them, but the wide open circular hatch.

I saw an Infiel soldier showing his head and crawling out.

He half hung on the tank and reached out his palm to them.

"I'm Maurice of British Phil and National Boat 01 Formation 0174 Squad. Do you want to join us and beat the Farai dynasty?"

Yalman was stunned.