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Ride of the Valkyrie (walkütt).

The opening song of the third act of the Valkyrie, the second part of the opera "The Ring of Nibelung" by Richard Wagner, describes the daughters of Odin-wearing gold helmets and wearing blood-red tights Tabards, the Valkyries flying on a white horse and flying above the battlefield. When they find the dying, they send a kiss of death and lead the soul of the war dead to the story of the Heroes' Palace. Wagner's work is second only to "Marriage March" in the opera "Ron Green".

In addition to opera lovers, among the generations cultivated by pop music, Hollywood movies, and computer games, thanks to Francis Ford Coppola and Modern Apocalypse, that dislikes symphony, drama, ballet, Opera generations finally know this famous music. Now, the Defense Force is about to reproduce this hot legend.

The sonorous orchestra dominated the sky, and a loud soprano flowed from the high-power loudspeaker hanging under the assault wing.

"--!--!--!"

The rumbling gunfire, the rapids of the dragon, the angry roar, and the dying wailing failed to cover the Valkyrie riding a horse, galloping on the battlefield sky, and conquering the voice of the heroes.

"--!--!--!"

The assault planes consisted of 3 planes in a triangular formation and began to enter the dive course, holding a long 88 gun under the nose. The steel eagles slammed into the ground, and the pneumatic bagpipes mounted on the right side of the nose issued a scream. In front of them is a group of Benlongs who are completing the turn outs. Charlieman's proud knights were exposed in front of a bunch of flying tank guns, machine guns, rockets, and aviation bombs. They were lined up like a military parade, unguarded and uncovered.

The knights looked up at the sky and cast a surprised, puzzled look on the weird iron bird. With the mocking of the goddess with the orchestral music in the background, countless flames bloomed in the sky.

The assault plane faithfully reproduced the contents of the ground attack manual, and several three-machine formations caught up with the cavalry queue. From back to front, through the queue in sequence. During this period, the metal storm hit the head of all moving objects on the attack route. After the pass, the circle returned to the initial attack position in a circle to ensure that the barrage would not be interrupted.

In fact, this approach is somewhat redundant. Not to mention the awkward lightweight tank gun and the rocket nest under the wing. The four 55mm machine guns built into the wings of the assault plane are all "overkill" weapons for infantry fighting vehicles. Not to mention the second echelon tasked with "filling the gun", with a compound pylon under the wings filled with butterfly bombs-cluster bombs used on cluster targets. Ten canister-shaped bombs are placed in each mother bullet container, and these bombs are equipped with air detonators. Set to detonate when 5 meters above the ground. At the moment of burst, thousands of steel **** will be launched towards the ground. The land, dead bodies, living people, and Benlong will be screened without any omission. In case the survivors who escaped from the first wave of attacks can continue to keep their luck, and then avoid a disaster from the series of butterfly bombs, don’t be too anxious to thank the goddess for your care. When the roundabout was completed, the driver shouted "Run! Charlie!" While pouring the ammunition again, the work of "sweeping and naming" began...

This is not a battle at all. At least one or two places are on equal terms, betting on each other's lives, and seeking survival and victory-such a hostile act can be called a battle. What's happening right now. It is a unilateral disaster and massacre.

Driven by despair and courage, magicians and engineers also attempted to fight back against the monsters overhead. But the arrows shot up into the sky have no power to show their heads. Occasionally, one or two arrows with good luck hit the target, and there was no way to get the armor enough to resist the shooting of small-caliber weapons. It bounced along the smooth surface and fell into the ground weakly.

The magicians were even more miserable. From the moment the iron bird appeared in the sky, they suddenly found themselves unable to sense the existence of Mana. It should have become a miracle of power, as the pride of Superman-all of this supporting the spiritual support of the magician collapsed instantly. As they sweated with their wands, the heavy rain of rockets patronized them. The figure in vain holding up his wand flashed in the firelight, and then disappeared.

The Knights in the middle of the road have no time to appreciate the courage of the same robe. They must fight for survival. When the monsters in the air took care of their wings, the iron lump in front of them did not forget them. The long-nosed metal monsters moved one after another, and in a group of seven, a neat wedge-shaped assault formation was rushed towards them. The man standing on the head of the iron pimple manipulated a long black iron tube and waved a light whip to beat them back and forth. The victim who was hit by the red lotus bow was directly blocked by the waist to achieve two cuts, his hands and feet were torn off, and his chest hit his face A hole as big as a basin. After quenching and refining, the plate armor that cannot be penetrated by the strong bow and sword is like a piece of thin paper in front of the storm of iron and fire.

After successive blows on imagination, the knights' confidence, command system, and trust relationship have disappeared. The Knights completely lost their restraints and became a collection of headless flies. Everyone was scrambling to turn and run away. In order to **** the escape passage, the soldiers waved their weapons to the officers. Over the years, brother-like comrades drew swords, and no one cared about their original tasks, and no one noticed their leader. where is it.

Draenor rode silently on the dragon's back, and everything in front of him seemed to have nothing to do with him. Losing the flag bearer and the adjutant, his body was filled with the crushed blood of his subordinates, and the prosthesis of his right arm did not know where he was flying. The curled iron plate wrapped the amputated limb again, and blood gurgled from the broken arm, spilled onto the ground and penetrated into the soil. It was incredible that the old cavalry couldn't feel the pain, immersed in the majestic symphony of death, his face showing a drunken and happy expression.

I have been exposed to a variety of first-rate music in Rudes' court~www.readwn.com~ but I have never been shocked from the bottom of my heart like now.

What a beautiful and solemn ensemble, the chorus of various orchestral instruments, the singer's high-pitched sound through the battlefield.

"--!--!-Aha!-aha!"

As if seeing the goddess in the sky smiling at herself, Draenor suddenly came up with the idea of ​​"it's time to pray" and took off the obstructive helmet with only one hand, kneeling down on the ground, with a pious expression on his face Consecrate his **** of death and greet his death.

An 88mm cannonball cut off the face looking forward to salvation, followed by a 380mm cannonball falling, the earth was tipped like a volcanic eruption, and when the smoked soil rolled to the ground, Draenor was already there It disappeared, and even the atoms in the free state had not been left in the smoking crater. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets at the starting point. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.

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