Book of Gods and Demons

A few days ago.

The Lulai Plain, less than five hundred miles away from the traditional border of the Durham Empire, beside a turbid and rolling river, Gorkin knelt on one knee, holding binoculars, holding a thin cigarette in his mouth. Looking into the distance quietly.

The big river is several miles wide. In March, the Northland completely thaws. The countless snow and ice accumulated during the long winter melted, and the water level was continuously raised by the spring rain. The water in the river was abundant and the water was turbulent.

There were originally several chain-link pontoons on the river, but now the fortresses on both sides of the pontoons are occupied by the Imperial Lucia army.

Relying on these chain-linked pontoon bridges, the shirtless Lucias are building more pontoon bridges madly. Newly-built boats lined up on the river, and the iron ropes ‘smashed’ through the hull. Pieces of neatly arranged wooden boards were being laid on the iron ropes with extremely high efficiency by the Lucians.

Teams of Lucian troops are lining up in dense teams, crossing the river from the original pontoon bridges.

On the southwest side of the big river, and the camp of the Mebulusians.

Brand-new tents made of wool felt lined up neatly. There was a campfire in front of the tent. A group of Lucian soldiers in dark gray coats were like a group of ferocious hyenas. Baked fried bacon and bread slices.

"Their food expenses have grown!"

Golkin threw the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, drew a few marks on the map in front of him, then rolled up the map, and returned to the rear imperial defense line with a team of guards.

A few days later, the steel giant ship crushed the coalition fleet, the same time that the baby Hydra hunted down the heirs of the deep sea monster.

Dozens of new pontoon bridges have been built, and groups of Lucian soldiers, like marching ants, rushed along the pontoon bridges mightily. They clamored loudly and waved all kinds of weapons. In the roar of the officers, they did not do any rectification or formation. They lined up in a scattered but extremely dense team, and they pressed against the imperial army in the Lulai Plain. The last line of defense.

The front is thirty miles wide and stretches for more than a dozen miles. Lucia soldiers wearing large gray chairs are like migrating herds of animals, laughing loudly and cursing and trotting forward.

In the dense team, the Lucia officers riding their horses yelled and cursed loudly, trying in vain to find their subordinates from the chaotic team.

A little behind, on dozens of large multi-wheeled wooden platforms and huge cowhide tents, gorgeously dressed Lucian royals, nobles, lords, and generals were sitting around the conference table laughing and urging to drive. The soldiers drove these mobile combat command vehicles slowly to the front.

On the pontoon, more soldiers marched along the pontoon.

To the northeast of the pontoon bridge, in the camp that could not be seen at a glance, the soldiers gushed out like a tide, rushing in disorderly to the southwest.

When the forward of the Lucian army had approached the defense line where Gorkin was located, the Lucian army behind was still on the other side of the river, and had not even stepped out of the camp.

Gorkin stood in the trench, beside him, six high-speed machine guns lined up in a short trench that was more than a hundred feet long.

In front of them, there are a total of nine lines of defense consisting of barbed wire and trenches.

The barbed wire meshes are all serpentine-shaped barbed wire meshes densely covered with blades. They are all made of the best alloy steel. They are extremely flexible and tough, and ordinary soldiers cannot destroy them at all.

In front of the line of defense, there is a large black wilderness.

On the fertile ground, a layer of green grass has just sprouted. However, among the half-foot-tall young grass, countless early wild flowers have already sprung up, and some buds have even opened, and the colorfulness is truly beautiful.

The Lucias are advancing, advancing, and constantly advancing.

Lucia's officers are still riding a Mercedes, frantically looking for their subordinate soldiers.

The Lucia army, which was completely chaotic, trot all the way happily, trotting all the way, and gradually ran to a position less than a thousand feet away from the imperial defense line.

Gorkin, and dozens of imperial generals with their subordinates on the front line, remained silent.

In the wilderness in front of them, hundreds of small red flags were planted on the ground.

These red flags are hundreds of feet apart from each other, accurately marking the distance and angle of the battlefield.

The Lucian people are constantly advancing, confidently advancing.

Accompanied by the roar of livestock power, a series of bronze field guns of unknown origin were brought up. About two miles away from the imperial defense line, the artillery of Lucian people rushed to and fro, struggling to find the right one. The position of the artillery position.

Barrels of gunpowder and boxes of shells were also delivered in the chaotic logistics scheduling.

Gunpowder was randomly piled on the ground. In some places, thousands of barrels of gunpowder were piled into mountains.

Lucia soldiers are advancing, advancing.

They sang loudly and strode forward with joy.

In the previous battle, they destroyed countless cities and villages newly built by the Durham Empire on the Rulai Plain. They plundered countless wealth, and everyone's pockets were bulging.

They firmly believe that they will be able to win the final victory.

They firmly believe that they will be able to...

They approached to a place less than three hundred feet away from the imperial army's defense line, and a stern horn sounded from a distance, and then the horns continued to sound throughout the imperial army's positions.

The entire front of the defense line facing the Lucia army, more than eight thousand high-speed machine guns sprayed a long chain of fire.

Just like the Reaper standing in the grass and waving a sickle, the Lucians approaching the defense line of the Duren Empire, they fell without warning. Rows of gray silhouettes fell down, and the gray silhouettes fell down one after another.

There is no other voice in the world.

There was no roar, no screaming, no laughter, and no joyful singing.

Only the machine gun was screaming, only...numerous new artillery roaring.

From less than three hundred feet away from the defensive line, it stretched backwards, stretched continuously, and stretched to the barracks by the big river...

The chain of fire was sweeping, the artillery was bombarding, a round of artillery shells fell like a torrential rain, and flames continued to explode on the ground.

The dense Lucia army disappeared.

The officers who were running fast on horses disappeared.

On dozens of huge multi-wheel wooden platforms, those gorgeous cattle batch tents were also blown to pieces in the fire.

A famous Lucia Tier 6 transcendent who was surrounded by frost and cold wind roared out, they rushed to the sky, and then they were quickly covered by artillery fire. The large-caliber new artillery pieces were like the hammer of the God of War, hitting the ground bit by bit.

Some of the weaker transcendent Tier VI were directly blown to pieces.

Some powerful, such as the royal family members of the Lucia Empire, those high lords, etc., they carried large-caliber artillery shells indiscriminately and hysterically launched a counterattack toward the imperial defense line.

With this ability to counterattack Lucia Tier 6 is extraordinary, with a total of about 100 people.

In the area occupied by the Deren Imperial Army's defense line, those six-eyed Corrupting Demon Wolf Warriors from the abyss, whose eyes were shining with strange light, totaled more than four hundred.

High in the sky, a small airship appeared from the southwest.

These small airships swiftly passed through the battlefield, dropping huge metal high-pressure gas cylinders over the heads of the Lucias who fled in embarrassment. From these cylinders, a large amount of yellow-green mist was ejected.

Lucia's army became more and more chaotic.

Countless people inhaled this yellow-green mist. They screamed, pinched their throats with their hands, and twitched all over and fell to the ground.

Some people’s eyes were contaminated by the yellow-green mist, and their eyes quickly became red, swollen and eroded. Many people became blind, roaring and running around on the battlefield, and were knocked to the ground by bullets flying from nowhere. , Or be shattered by a cannonball falling from the sky.

The small airship flew over the camps of the Lucia army on both sides of the river. High-pressure gas cylinders continued to fall, and a special white phosphorus napalm bomb fell from the air.

Poisonous gas flooded, raging fire raged, and the wind caught fire and poison, and the two huge camps were enveloped in it.

In just a short period of time, the main force of the Lucia Empire's counterattack on the Lulai Plain collapsed.

The Durham Empire left the defensive position unhurriedly, chasing after the few remaining Lucian soldiers, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com marched in the northeast direction, taking back the territories lost in these days little by little, and more Take advantage of the trend towards the homeland of the Lucia Empire.

Gorkin rode a war horse and led the troops directly under the division to pursue the northeast.

Amid the rumble of cannons, Golkin looked back to the west and curled his lips.

"A piece of pork ribs that is a bit meaty but not fat enough... But, Lanyin Corridor, that is a big piece of fat." Golkin shrugged his shoulders: "His Royal Highness, that big piece of fat is yours. ."

Gorkin was thinking about Lan Yin corridor.

In the northwestern province closest to the Lanyin Corridor, the Gaul Republic led a large number of coalition forces into this province mightily.

Just like what happened in the Great Plain of Rulai, the Imperial Army of Durham built a line of defense consisting of barbed wire and trenches in the central area of ​​this province.

In the headquarters in the middle of the defense line, tall, handsome, and solemn Isaac von Hyderabad, wrapped in an iron-grey military coat, was standing in front of a huge military map.

"The Highlanders slowed down the attack, understandable."

Isaac grinned and said, "Father taught them a lesson. They have seen the power of new weapons, so they won't be a second one... So, they didn't explain this to their allies?"

Isaac shrugged his shoulders: "Then, let us use our utmost enthusiasm to welcome friends from afar. Gaul Republic? Haha... I have a hunch that they will become a Gaul dynasty again."

When Gorkin was chasing with the direct-administered troops, the elite troops of the Gaul Republic were the vanguard and ran into the defense line commanded by Isaac.

One day later, the coalition forces collapsed, and Isaac commanded the army, directly counterattacked, and easily fought back to the Lanyin Corridor.