My Empire

When Burrison saw the devil's city again, he had become accustomed to attacking the daily lives of all demons with his own weapons.

In the Demon Realm, a world free from the laws of war, the soldiers of Ailan Hill have the right to end the life of any demon here.

Even if these demons hold the banner of surrender, even if these demons don't seem to have any decent ability to resist.

"Boom!" A huge explosion soared in the distance, and a cloud of black smoke rolled from behind the devil's fortress into the sky.

This is a shell fired from a 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer. The power of the explosion is very powerful, especially when the opponent hasn't even raised the magical defense barrier.

The devil's house hit by the shell collapsed, and the surrounding houses were also crumbling. The devil in the city watched helplessly as the disaster fell on his head, and didn't know what to do for a while.

They have lived under the rule of the source of magic for too long, and even these demonic races have no basic resistance. They resigned themselves and took it for granted to be ruled by others.

Anyway, under the control of the demons controlled by the source of magic, their fate has been miserable to a certain extent.

For them, death is not a way to get rid of these ragged demons and civilians, living in slums, without even having the basic security of life.

Now, another group of powerful enemies came over, and the other side did not give any way to survive. For these demons, there is nothing to complain about.

In the sky, an A-10 attack aircraft painted with Golden Eagle wings roared past, and the heavy cannon on its nose spewed dazzling flames.

The dense ammunition cut across the street like a butter knife, leaving a row of white smoke craters on the stone-paved street.

On both sides of this row of craters are the bodies of some demonic civilians who have just fled in the streets.

These corpses were fragmented and there was no one intact. The black blood spread across the street, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.

"Boom!" Another heavy artillery shell fell and hit the roof of a building, blasting the entire building to pieces.

The thick wall instantly expanded under the ravages of the shock wave, and then fell back again due to gravity, and everything inside disappeared with this expansion and contraction.

The streets of the once prosperous Demon City have now completely become a sea of ​​refugees. They, without any awareness of air defense, are being destroyed by various weapons of Ailan Hill.

In the sky, there are not only the a-10 attack aircraft coming from afar, but also the a-130 aerial gunboat that has been hovering like a vulture.

Three of these huge fire support aircraft flew in a formation circling the city. The artillerymen on the plane aimed their weapons at the target as much as possible to pour ammunition, leaving patches of white smoke in the city.

Countless bullet shells fell under the feet of these attackers, and they had become accustomed to the feeling of slaughtering their opponents.

Along the way, as the main attack force, they have destroyed too many demon ground targets. Including the retreating refugees, including the refugees who stayed behind, including the demon soldiers who retreated, and the demon soldiers who stayed behind...

Just now, several A-10 attack aircraft destroyed the walls of this demon city, and heavy bombs left huge gaps in the walls.

Ailan Hill's ground armored forces have controlled these gaps, and have established their own firepower points on the surrounding city.

The hundreds of demon soldiers who originally garrisoned the city wall had all been killed on the spot, and those who stubbornly had been wiped out. The rest are still lingering on some of the walls in the distance, and there is no threat at all.

Now, Burrison is dispatching his company into the city. They are holding their weapons, and no matter what target they see, they will subconsciously pull the trigger.

These heavy-armored Grenadiers of Ailan Hill, wearing heavy power armor, advanced step by step, firing their own ammunition at all suspicious buildings.

They would pick up a 200mm-caliber rocket launcher and blast them at the distant buildings, blasting the target to ruins in just an instant.

Those buildings that didn't know if anyone was inside collapsed, and the rolled up dust engulfed all the surrounding streets.

In such an environment with very bad vision, Ailan Hill's soldiers easily found the target through thermal induction, and then suddenly opened fire, causing the gunshots to echo across the entire city.

A huge black Ailan Hill Empire Eagle flag was over the city wall. Air Force planes passed the flag and swung their wings to show their respect.

Then these low-flying fighter planes dropped the bombs and landed at the far end of the streets in the city, turning them into huge steaming craters.

The whole city is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, or a lump of rotten meat broken by a kitchen knife.

It does not groan, nor resist, but just stubbornly obediently, waiting for the cruel ending to come.

For the soldiers of Ailan Hill, they don't feel that they are doing a cruel thing. They are performing a task to eliminate all enemies that may have invaded their country!

This is war, this is cruel war. Whether it was the slaughter of the devil's glory when the demon triumphed, or the revenge in return when the Elan Hill triumphed, it was countless lives that filled the grave in the end.

Regardless of whether these lives are good or bad, there is no difference in front of bullets or long swords.

"Go ahead!" Burrison gave orders to his men. They held their weapons and continued to move forward, firing from time to time, knocking down the panic-fleeing demon that flashed in front of him to the ground.

They stepped on the black blood and collapsed rubble, staggering forward step by step, as if walking on a sandy beach made of mud.

"Clean up the nearby streets! The following troops are going to stay here for the night, and we must not leave them any demon that may pose a threat!" As he walked forward, Burrison reminded his men not to be merciless.

As a result, his subordinates all laughed. This kind of place is full of ruined walls, and there are still corpses lying in between, dry and black blood. Who can sleep peacefully?

Follow-up troops? Those follow-up troops will camp outside the city at most, and honestly set up tents for the night——

The second one is later, you can watch it tomorrow morning