My Empire

The golden armor was pierced by a sharp sword. The person lying on the ground had been dead for a long time. He still held a long sword in his hand, and his eyes were still open unwillingly.

He closed his eyes with both hands, and the man in the same golden armor stood up and walked back to a group of standing companions.

"My lord! This squad has been killed for at least 2 hours, and we are late!" The soldier pressed his long sword on his waist and lowered his head to report to the tallest and strongest man among them.

"What's there to find?" Brook, the Dragon Commander who was ordered to lead the Dragon Force into the battle, frowned and asked.

"The opponent's combat effectiveness is very strong, probably at the level of a magister..." the soldier who inspected the corpse replied: "A general soldier fights against such an enemy, and the outcome of the two parties cannot be determined."

The annihilated dragon team in front of them did not find nothing. There were some broken white cloth strips beside their corpses. These rags have been stained with a lot of black dust because of the explosion, so quite a fierce battle has erupted here.

"We don't know how many people died, but it should be about the same as our soldiers." The soldier concluded.

"Let the troops concentrate more and search forward with a hundred team as the smallest unit! This kind of loss is too heavy, we can't afford it!" Brooke thought for a while and ordered.

"But, my lord, this will reduce our search range ten times..." asked another dragon officer next to General Brooke.

Brook waved his hand irritably, interrupting the other party's questioning: "There is no way! The troops are too scattered, it will cause casualties. I have lost hundreds of soldiers. If this continues, how can I explain to the Dragon King?"

"Mankind has lost thousands of soldiers..." The officer looked into the distance, the destroyed Type 99 main battle tanks, and the corpses of hundreds of human soldiers, whispered.

"Follow my orders! Save ourselves so that we can continue to kill the enemy in this war!" Brooke insisted on his orders, and the officer could only bow his head and lead the way.

More than a dozen A-10 attack aircraft skimmed the sky in the distance, and a mountain over there was suddenly covered by a violent explosion. Countless cluster bombs burst into flames on the mountain, and the whole earth was trembling constantly. .

Ailan Hill's air force is desperately dispatching, they bomb all the open space without their own troops, using this way of luck, to delay the advancement of the white-robed people.

They didn't want to waste ammunition in this way before, but now they enjoy it. Countless ammunition was dumped on the forest hills of the wasteland valley, noisy and irritating.

In order to prevent the white-robed people from taking advantage of it, Ailan Hill's ground troops even began to shoot out the powerful weapons in their hands aimlessly, in order to prevent these weapons from being captured by the enemy.

These white-robed men were scattered throughout the war zone, and their attacks were broken into pieces, and for a while the entire Magic Continent controlled area was plunged into chaos.

Fighting was everywhere, and there was no clear boundary between the front line and the rear. Ailan Hill's logistics forces suffered heavy losses. As long as they move along the road, they can see abandoned cars and fallen soldiers.

The logistics force without a powered exoskeleton is even more vulnerable when facing the white-robed people. They have no time to retreat, and there is no good way to fight. They can only passively face the battle, and then die in hundreds of thousands.

The problems of the modern army were exposed in this battle. After the system was destroyed by the enemy's tactics, the fragility of a single link became prominent, which would increase losses tenfold and one hundredfold.

When Falai led the elven troops to an anti-aircraft missile position, there were no more living people here.

The anti-aircraft missiles pointing to the sky are still placed there, and the soldiers in charge of manipulating these missiles fell to the ground in all directions, no longer breathing.

The infantry battalion responsible for defending this anti-aircraft missile was almost wiped out, so there won't be any good results here.

Before the expensive missiles had time to stop the enemy's air forces, they were destroyed into piles of scrap copper and iron. The missile launchers that seemed intact were actually destroyed by swords.

From the beginning of the war to today, Ailan Hill has not encountered such a terrible defeat, even until now, the battle has not been determined yet, but everything in front of him is doomed to Ailan Hill's failure!

"Find the survivors! Bring the wounded together! Set up a vigilance nearby!" Falay rode on the unicorn and ordered to the officer beside him: "Turn on the radio and report the situation here to General Medias!"

"Mallofa has sent a distress signal..." An elven soldier with a radio station on the battle horse rode forward and came to Falai's side and reported.

"What? Help? There are more than 50 people on his side..." Farley was obviously startled when he heard the news, and then immediately ordered: "Sim! Take someone over! Be fast! You encounter enemies on the road. , Don't love war!"

"Yes!" An officer who had been following Falai pulled the reins of his horse. A dozen cavalry immediately rode their horses to keep up, and a group of silver-white cavalry rushed to the horizon like this.

"The Saint Marlofa said that they were attacked by more than a dozen white-robed men, and the opponent's combat effectiveness is very strong. They have lost more than a dozen people." The soldier in charge of communications reported nervously.

More than a dozen enemies suppressed more than fifty elves, and this kind of thing had never happened before. For Falai, it is normal for a dozen elven warriors to suppress hundreds of demons.

"The man in the white robe..." Falai murmured, looking at his soldiers who were building a camp. They are sorting out the corpses of human soldiers scattered near the missile positions. This scene seems to be the war he is familiar with.

The last time he saw Ailan Hill fighting was during the second battle at the ferry. The Ailan Hill he saw at that time was so powerful that he was depressed.

Now, looking at the corpse in front of him, he had an absurd feeling that the **** was knocked to the ground. At that time, Ailan Hill made him feel that war is a game, and now the war is back to tell him that even if it is just a game, this game is the cruelest game!

Another formation of A-10 attack aircraft passed over the battlefield, and the ground shook again. A flame flooded the distant woods, and the air smelled of coke.