Mage Joan

Not only was it an early warning, but the broadcaster even publicly announced the bombing of the military installations that were the focus of this air strike, stating that the bombing was only to paralyze the resistance of the defenders and had no intention of causing more killings. We hereby urge the military and civilians near the bombing target to evacuate as soon as possible. So as not to be affected.

Soon afterwards, the Giant Eagle Bombing Team launched the first wave of air strikes, and the time and location were exactly the same as the prior notice.

The climax of this good show appeared at 9:00 in the morning. The radio station read a humorous notice written by Lieutenant Colonel Holden, claiming that the Continental Army is about to bomb the headquarters of the Earl of Winthrop. Customs building.

Holden also kindly reminded Earl Winthrop and his staff to move to the air-raid shelter in the basement of the building as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary casualties.

In the end, Holden ended the "Bombing Forecast" in a cynical tone:

"Considering that it is inconvenient for you generals to give orders in the air-raid shelters and the command to make meaningless resistance, you may wish to use this rare free time to have a cup of tea and think about how to write a surrender letter or a suicide note to your family."

This is no longer a war, but a naked humiliation!

Earl Winthrop and his staff were all deeply embarrassed when they heard the broadcast. However, when the enemy bombing team appeared above the building, they could only endure the humiliation and hurriedly hid in the basement to take refuge.

The bombing of the customs building lasted for two full hours. The naval artillery on the sea surface of the port roared endlessly. The air force dispatched four waves of attacks, forcibly blasting the city’s most magnificent landmark building to the ground, and the fire engulfed the ruins. Smoke of gunpowder rises from the ruined walls.

Through this series of pre-announced bombing operations, the Continental Army has implanted a very psychologically deterrent belief into the minds of enemy troops and even war reporters:

"I will bomb you at the scheduled time and place."

"I did what I said, but you can only hold your head and be beaten."

The bombing continued until noon, and the roar of artillery and bombs gradually weakened. However, before the defenders of the city could catch their breath, the Continental Army launched a more violent ground offensive.

The army on the offensive side kept advancing around the Blue Ice Colossus, while the defending army resisted in vain in despair-this familiar scene seemed to reappear yesterday.

Ironically, after a year, the situation of both offense and defense has been completely reversed.

Earl Winthrop set up heavily guarded fortresses on two high grounds outside the city. The garrison includes the hill giant mercenary group and Wali bear warriors that are most capable of fighting on the Feizhen side.

However, in the face of the pressing colossus, the two strategic points guarding the city of Leiden only lasted less than an hour and fell one after another.

The hill giants and the Valli warriors are not brave, braving the artillery fire to fight back, trying to prevent the blue ice colossus from approaching the city gate.

It's a pity that they didn't even have a chance to get close to the colossus, and they were defeated by the Knights of Walsungkak guarding around the colossus.

The tall and strong hill giants, the Wali warriors incarnate as bears, indeed have fighting power far surpassing ordinary human soldiers, but their opponents are not ordinary people. Hundreds of mechanical armors form a great wall of steel on the battlefield, holding magic crystals. The machine gun fired mercilessly, no matter how strong the giant and the bear were, after all, they were still flesh and blood.

When the highlands outside the city fell, the most heroic scene of the entire battle was shown before the reporters.

The leader of the Valli tribe, Prince Enfield, roared and jumped out of the trenches, and turned into a giant bear with two wings. He braved the bullets and flew straight to the blue ice colossus driven by Colonel Slud Walsung, trying to be alone. The power of destroying the colossus and turning the situation around.

Qiao An accompanied Slude sitting in the Green Ice Colossus cabin, and could not help but move slightly when he saw the huge white bear flying in the sky.

He had dealt with Enfield, and the Green Ice Colossus was modified by him personally. He naturally knew the strength of the two sides.

Even if not counting the hundreds of mechanical armors and thousands of grenadier cavalry who served as guards around the colossus, giving Enfield a fair single chance, he could not beat the colossus of green ice.

After all, the "Bear's Fury" that he turned into is a supernatural power, and when he approaches the Blue Ice Colossus, he will be suppressed by the myth and anti-magic field, and he will be beaten back to his original form immediately, and his power will plummet.

Then Enfield Valley's move must be a brave suicide charge?

Not necessarily.

Qiao An knows that Enfield possesses the "sacred seal." According to past experience, the moment he dies, the holy fetus in his body is likely to accelerate to hatch and transform into the mythical holy beast "Chimera", which may pose a threat to the blue ice colossus. .

Thinking of this, he whispered softly in Slud's ear, and then walked to the cabin door alone, looked at the flying bear through the porthole of the chest of the blue ice colossus, and calmly performed the "mythical dimension killing field".

A magical light flashed in the air, and a dimensional gate quietly opened, forcibly sucking in the huge flying bear.

At the same time, Qiao An himself disappeared.

Slude entrusted the work of manipulating the colossus to his adjutant, pacing back and forth in the cabin with his hands held down, his beautiful eyes could hardly conceal anxiety.

The smoke and artillery fire on the battlefield had been thrown out of her mind at this moment, and the girl's heartstrings were firmly tied to the young mage.

Slude's thoughts did not last long. After just two minutes, Qiao An teleported back on the spot, with a distorted stone statue in his hand, which looked like it came from the hands of a young modern sculptor.

Slaughter took a closer look, and found that the statue was Enfield, who was hunched over his head, and couldn't help laughing.

"Joan, you didn't slaughter this bear, you just petrified him?"

"That's enough." Qiao An's body was as clean as ever, and his calm tone did not show signs of having just experienced a fierce fight. "Enfield Valley has a high prestige among the aboriginal tribes of Jotunheim. Keeping him as a prisoner of war can be used as a bargaining chip for negotiations with the Wali tribe in the future, helping to ease the relationship between Shizhu Town and the northern Asa people, which is more cost-effective than killing him."

"That's true." Slude smiled and nodded in agreement.

In fact, she could see that Joan deliberately left Enfield for his life. In addition to the reasons just mentioned, there is another factor that was moved by the courage of the other party. Even if the two sides were in a hostile position, he couldn't bear to kill. Join the brave and fearless Vali warriors.

Qiao An handed the petrochemical Enfield to Slud for custody, and sat at the table to check a trophy seized from Enfield.

This is a weird weapon called "fist blade", which looks like a pair of gloves with only a metal skeleton, with four arc-shaped short blades that are more than a foot long extending from the ends, like sharp hooks.