Chapter 197 The King of Land

"Jee--"

Amidst the exclamation of countless Farley soldiers, the rapid and piercing air defense siren tore through the sky above the Auston camp, startling countless migratory birds.

"It's an airship!"

"Is Infer crazy? How dare you send an airship over?"

In an instant, the prisoner camp was in chaos, the sounds of ridicule, discussion, and yelling were intertwined into pieces, and the sky was filled with excitement.

"beep--"

The call of assembly horns, accompanied by the hoarse roar of the officers, spread to every corner of the camp.

Numerous Farley soldiers rushed out of their bunkers, marched along the trenches, and rushed to their respective defensive positions.

"Nine o'clock direction! The anti-aircraft artillery is ready at a 47° elevation angle!"

"The heavy machine gun is at a 34° elevation angle, the damned airship dares to dive and bomb, and shoot them all into fireworks!"

Under the command of the chief, the soldiers at each major firepower point were frantically busy.

The altitude machine and the steering machine rotated wildly, and the gun barrels turned in unison, pointing to the sky.

One by one high-explosive shells were filled into the barrel, and the bang-dang closing sound of the breech breech resounded throughout the battlefield!

At this moment, all the Farley soldiers, holding their breath, waited for the approach of the airship, and then they all turned into fireworks.

The officers of Farley Command clenched their fists even more excitedly.

Didn't expect to be abandoned to the rear, and there is still a battle?

You can still get credit!

At this time, no one paid any attention to Arman who was still tied to the railing.

Yarman looked up in astonishment, and saw in the thick clouds, one by one floating airships painted with ferocious blood eyes and fangs, rushing out of the clouds.

Under the backlighting angle, those hideous paintings seem to come alive, as if the devil is chattering and laughing, showing terror!

This is not an imperial airship.

The empire does not have this type of airship at all!

Arman, a mid-level officer in Infel, recognized at a glance that these airships with huge pods hanging from their abdomens and that did not conform to thermodynamics at all were not imperial airships.

who are they?

Could it be... the air force of the Vaal Dynasty?

But how did they fly over such a vast plateau with no man's land?

This idea just popped up in Arman's mind, these hideous and terrifying airships suddenly cut open their huge gondolas, just like a terrifying ghost mother giving birth to a hideous ghost baby.

One by one, ghost babies swooped towards the ground with strange smiles!

"Damn it, it's a high-altitude bombing!"

"bunker!"

"bunker!"

What appeared to be a projectile of black dots in the field of vision made Officer Farley howl hysterically.

If there is any military use left for the floating airship?

That is high-altitude bombing!

——Indiscriminate blind bombing at an altitude of 3,000 meters, which is difficult for anti-aircraft artillery to reach.

However, the cost of this tactical war is too high, the rate of return is too low, and it is almost on the verge of being eliminated.

Because flying high means that you are not accurate, and if you want to hit the target accurately, you can only pray for the blessing of the gods.

Often after a round of bombing, it seems that the earth will be turned into a purgatory, but in fact, it will not be able to bomb important strategic targets, especially for some bunkers.

It's better to use the anti-aircraft artillery matrix to bomb at a fixed point.

"Infel is indeed a blasphemer! They don't even want their soldiers!"

The Farley officers who were hiding in the bunker laughed mockingly.

It can be expected that after this wave of bombing, the Farley soldiers may be unscathed, but the Infell prisoners definitely suffered heavy casualties.

Officer Farley thought of that.

Alman thought of it too!

When Farley's soldiers retreated into the bunker one after another, he could only yell madly at the prisoner camp next to him.

"Stay away! Spread out!"

But what's the point of spreading out without cover?

For a moment, deep despair and grief filled Yarman's heart.

"No, no, it's not a bomb!"

While roaring and staring at the bomb in the air, Arman's pupils suddenly dilated.

——As the thrown objects got closer and closer to the ground, their appearance gradually revealed.

That's not a bomb at all, but a steam car!

Yes, even though they were odd looking and covered in riveted armor, he recognized them at once as steam cars.

Is this crazy?

Airdropped steam cars?

What steam car could withstand being thrown at that height?

Amid Yarman's absurd face, these crazily falling steam cars suddenly slowed down strangely when they were 100 meters above the ground.

Then, in an awkward feeling of lifting weights as if they were light, they crashed to the ground.

"boom!"

A steam tank slammed into the Ottoman defense line that stretched for more than ten miles. Although they still made a depression on the ground, the impact was obviously within the range of the steam tank.

One of them crashed down not far from Yarman!

Alman was dumbfounded.

"Boom..."

The steam tank roared, spewing out billows of white steam.

The driving wheel rotates crazily, driving the load wheel, induction wheel, and supporting pulley, and then drives the metal track, running over wide ditches, hanging walls, deep water, swamps, wire mesh, and sandbag bunkers, just like a fearless metal monster. Rampage in the howl, rushing towards Falai's camp!

"Fire! Fire! Free fire!"

The Farley soldiers hiding behind the sandbag bunker were stunned!

It took a while to react, and amidst the officer's order, Farley's soldiers set up crane machine guns and crazily poured metal storms!

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Projectiles, enough to blast a werewolf to pieces, hit the 6mm armor. Before the kinetic energy was fully released, they were riveted to the slope of the armor, draining half of the kinetic energy.

The projectile can only be ejected in all directions in unwillingness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rapid-fire gun on the tank roared, flames sprayed out from the muzzle, and bullets like evil babies blasted into the Farley heavy machine gun camp chattering strangely.

"Boom..."

In an instant, in the sudden explosion of flame mushrooms, metal parts, accompanied by blood and flesh residues, scattered and scattered all over the battlefield!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several rapid-fire guns in Farley's position opened fire on the tanks.

"Boom!"

Under the unloading force of the inclined riveted armor, the rapid-fire artillery projectile can only leave a fist-sized depression on the surface of the riveted dealer, and there is no other effect except for the shock.

The exposed rapid-fire gun positions were immediately fired upon by four or five tanks!

——According to the big data summary of Internet prophecy, all exposed rapid-fire guns, heavy machine guns, and howitzers are all positioned and marked, and presented on the virtual screens of the tank crews.

Therefore, it was naturally mopped up by all tanks in the first place!

"Da da da da..."

The sound of artillery resounding through the sky covered up the howling machine guns on the steam tanks.

They are actually the harvesters of life!

Wherever the steam tank walks, life is like weeds, and they all fall down. Facing the steam tank, which can be called the iron king, no matter how powerful a werewolf is, it will only be crushed!

This is completely a massacre!

"Do not--"

"Mom! Help me!"

"I want to go home!"

"God, help me—"

Farley's soldiers collapsed, and more and more soldiers dropped their weapons and fled frantically, or huddled in cover and shivered.

However, cessation of resistance will only lead to a more tragic fate.

For a while, screams, wailing, and prayers resounded through the Ottoman defense line!

"Boom!!!"

The sore steam is roaring, the magic steam engine is roaring, the rapid-fire cannon is spewing death, and the machine gun is howling and unleashing an endless rain of bullets, harvesting life.

The metal tracks run over the sandbag corpses, and they show off their might on the battlefield!

At this moment, flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!

Arman was completely taken aback.

The pain and weakness of the body gradually peels away.

He stared blankly at everything around him. The war was unfolding in front of him in a way he had never imagined, completely overturning his decades of military accomplishment and worldview!

Under the relentless fire, his soldiers tore through the metal fence and rushed out to free him.

A group of people hid in the ditch nearby, shivering, their minds blank.

After an unknown amount of time, a tank suddenly straddled the ditch where they were hiding, but stopped abruptly.

The hearts of Yarman and the soldiers were raised in an instant!

In nervous terror, they could even see stumps stuck to the metal tracks.

"Squeak!"

Huge metal lumps, making mechanical friction sounds.

What greeted them was not the turned muzzle, but the wide open circular hatch.

I saw an Infiel soldier showing his head and crawling out.

Half-hung from the tank, he held out his palm to them.

"I'm Morris of the 0174 team of the Infield Workers and the National Boat 01 Formation. Do you want to join us and conquer the Farai Dynasty?"

Arman was stunned when he heard this.