My Empire

Suddenly, all the puppet empire magicians here have the absurd feeling that they were once in Baoshan, but eventually missed the most precious treasure.

They once organized a large-scale operation to steal the technology of the Ailan Hill Empire, and it was exactly that operation that allowed the puppet troops of the Puppet Empire to break through the shackles and embark on a more powerful path.

But it was also that adventure that made Ailan Hill more vigilant and concealed all his research and development projects deeper.

The most terrible thing is that because of the eagerly successful large-scale technology theft operation, the intelligence network deployed by the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Empire in the Alanhill Empire was established by relying on methods such as temptation or threatening mortals. The intelligence network was completely removed.

Now for the mortal empire, although they cannot be described with two eyes and a smear, there is no way to organize a large-scale operation.

Because at this moment Ailan Hill and the vast majority of countries on the border are at war, it is more difficult to get some people in to perform the task.

"Retreat now! Disperse and retreat from the front line! The cannon fodder who handed over the position to the Holy Demon Empire and the remaining puppet soldiers!" In the end, the leading puppet empire magician accepted his fate.

He was worried that Ai Lan Xier still had such a weapon, and he worried that Ai Lan Xier would continue to use such a weapon.

Although such weapons cannot cause immediate destruction and fatal damage to the puppet empire's troops, it can block subsequent reinforcements of the puppet empire. The loss is simply unbearable, and the commander of the Puppet Empire is very depressed if the battle cannot be ended quickly even with the loss.

After losing so many follow-up troops and the main force is still suffering heavy losses on the front line, continuing to attack will only bring the battle to a stalemate. If Ailan Hill is unwilling to consume it, it is entirely possible that they will continue to use similar weapons and continue to attack. Follow-up troops of the Puppet Empire.

The situation was worse than he had imagined. He endured the loss and was consumed on the front line. The puppet empire could not resist the consumption. Once more troops were assembled and attacked actively, Alan Hill would use nuclear weapons. It's an endless loop.

What makes him even more afraid is that once this new type of weapon, or once this small nuclear weapon starts to be used on a large scale on the front line, all attacks against Ailan Hill will be passive.

From then on, even if you reassemble puppet troops, you must be very careful: as long as Ailan Hill’s reconnaissance force finds traces of the puppet troops, it is very likely to directly carry out a blow like today...

The devastating follow-up is that over time, Ailan Hill's investigative methods have become more and more advanced. Maybe in a few days, they will be able to take off the plane on rainy days, and they will be able to conduct large-scale investigations at night.

At that time, whether the puppet empire used the weather to covertly advance, or used the night to build forces, it would have become a joke. Ailan Hill's plane will keep hovering over their heads, like vultures in groups for a long time.

In fact, he didn't know that, just above their invisible heads where they were standing, a reconnaissance satellite just launched by Ailan Hill just passed by and was transmitting image signals to the ground for the first time.

Although this satellite cannot accurately guide and clearly see the target on the ground, it can help correct the map and compare the changes in the entire area.

Long-distance image transmission technology has matured day by day in Ailan Hill. With the development of this technology, more advanced and advanced reconnaissance satellites will soon be put into service. At that time, Ailan Hill seemed to have opened the eyes of God and completely lifted the fog of war in front of him.

"Don't continue to attack?" A magician asked reluctantly when he heard his boss give an order to retreat.

You know, starting early yesterday morning, until early this morning, the puppet empire has invested at least 50,000 puppet soldiers, 10,000 magic soldiers and dozens of advanced magicians.

If you count the dragons and the army composed of giant snakes, the forces they lost here are actually enough to make any magic empire feel distressed.

In just such a battle, 7 high-level magicians fell, and more than 30 dragons and more than 20 magic snakes were killed. These were all valuable high-end combat powers of the Puppet Empire, and losing one would take a long time.

Who could have imagined that a magician of the same level as Vivienne would be killed in one battle? In fact, the fighting power displayed by Ailan Hill was so terrible that magicians were jealous.

Having lost so many troops and killed a large number of puppet troops with a small nuclear weapon, who can swallow this bad breath? There are many people who hope to continue fighting, on the contrary there are many.

In their view, fighting for losses must also penetrate the mortal defenses here, to prove the superiority of the magician, to avenge the companions who died here, and even to continue the attack, until the capital of Ailan Hill, Serris. .

Of course, there are more people with normal brains, at least not everyone thinks they have the ability to kill Seris all the way.

In fact, with a little bit of reason, they know that they are not considering whether to kill Serris, but whether they will be chased all the way to Bellevue...

For the frontline troops of the Puppet Empire, the good news is that their commander, the senior magician headed by them, is still sober. He didn't imagine his troops could win the battle, but was thinking about whether his troops would be wiped out here.

At this moment, he shook his head and explained: "There is no point in fighting like this anymore! Ailan Hill's weapons have already come to the front of the war. Shouldn't they stay here to die?"

"Then what shall we do now? Have we already lost the war?" Hearing the explanation from their commander, some of the more radical magicians cried and said.

In their view, losing such a battle means that the puppet empire has lost the entire war... Their superiority to mortals since the year before, and their superiority to low demons will collapse with this failure. This is more terrifying than death.

They want to continue fighting here more than retreating. They are sad for not being able to penetrate the enemy's line of defense, and they are sad for not being able to achieve their goals. After all, they had come over aggressively before and never thought of their failure.

It's a pity that the reality is cruel. No matter how hard they work, Ailan Hill's defense line composed of ordinary mortals is as unbreakable as steel forged. And those terrifying weapons emerge in an endless stream, letting the magicians see what is called "there is a mountain beyond the mountain".

Yes, there are mountains beyond the mountains...

Just when they were discussing whether to retreat or not, the shelling of Ailan Hill in the distance began again, and the roar of the 155mm caliber howitzer was low and rhythmic on the horizon.

Then the 203mm caliber cannon and the 283mm railroad gun were also added to the performance. The position of the puppet empire suddenly became noisy, and it was just in the quiet morning, and it was boiling.

Then, the raindrops of countless rocket bombs of various types generally covered the puppet empire's camp, and the MiG-21 fighter jets patrolling in the sky roared past, as if patrolling their own territory.

That's how a lively day began, and thick smoke began to rise from the entire battlefield as far as the eye could see. Ailan Hill's steel offensive has just begun, and the opponent being attacked feels a little bit overwhelmed.

It seems that the script has been written. Yesterday it was the puppet empire's offensive, but starting today, it will be Ailan Hill's counterattack.

Withdrawing his gaze from the explosion in the distance, the commander of the Puppet Empire spoke to his men and encouraged them: "We have not lost the war! At least the plan that the demons are preparing will give us another chance! Now! , Let's give the scorched earth of Bellevue to Ailan Hill! There is no need to entangle it anymore!"

"Yes!" Everyone looked at the black smoke that exploded and rolled with lingering fears, and looked at the positions where they could no longer see their true colors. They lowered their heads and responded, and each went away to prepare for the retreat.

On the outskirts of Believ, the capital of the Holy Demon Empire, which was still in ruins, the man still wearing the black magic robes slightly pressed his fingers to burn the note in his hand. His expression was gloomy, and his face was ugly to the extreme.

He stroked the giant dragon next to him who was in charge of delivering the letter with his hand, and he walked up to the Grand Archon who had been looking at him not far away. Before the other party could speak, he said the content of the note: "We lost!"

"What?" The Grand Archon was unimaginable, his eyes widened and subconsciously shocked: "Your troops have been defeated? How is this possible? That...that is...the real magic army!"

"Nothing is impossible. Look at this ruin..." The man in black sneered and continued: "Now, we have to fulfill our promise to you! Come with me, and meet your new teacher, Da Lord Travis the Magister!"

"That? Then we don't care about it here?" The happiness came too suddenly, and the Grand Archon didn't react a bit. He looked at the magicians and officers waiting for his decision in the distance, and asked subconsciously.

"Everything here has nothing to do with you! In other words, it has nothing to do with the puppet empire... The rest is left to the source of magic!" The man in black replied coldly.

He pointed to the dragon and said, "So, now, are you staying as your chief archon, or leaving with me?"

The chief consul did not delay even a second, and walked directly to the dragon that seemed to him incomparably powerful, and carefully climbed onto the dragon's back. —

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