Chapter 1527 Collapse (First update, please subscribe)

"That day, the earth was shaking, and even the Nevada glaciers were hit by avalanches. The "Scepter of God" destroyed everything. The majestic and impregnable fortress was vulnerable in front of it. The solid fortress was like a cream cake, torn to pieces by the people who were playing tricks on it with heavy punches..."

On May 3, the Empire's floating force dropped 26 "God's Scepters" on the fortress. The next day, the floating force bombed the fortress again, dropping 52 "God's Scepters". On the 4th, 36 were dropped again. On the 5th, the bombing intensity was intensified again. The floating force dropped 48 "God's Scepters" on the fortress. At the same time, 75 tons of heavy bombs weighing more than 500 kilograms were dropped on the US military's defense line.

In war, people die in different ways.

Some were buried in the ruins of the fortress, some were torn to pieces by the violent shock wave, some had their internal organs shattered when their chests touched the ground while they were avoiding the bombing, and some... were directly turned into ashes.

But... everyone is mortal.

What day is this?

It was the ninth day since the fortress was destroyed, the bombing was still going on, and everything was crumbling in the explosions in the distance.

"The Ming devils seem to be planning to destroy everything with bombs, razing our fortresses and our defense lines to the ground. Compared to the Ming Empire, we seem to still be stuck in the Napoleonic era. We thought that war was fought against people, but here, we are fighting against machines, tanks running on the ground, planes in the sky, airships... How can people defeat machines?"

In the telegram from Lieutenant General Post to Arthur MacArthur, he described the situation on the front line in an almost desperate tone - fighting against machines. In the general's desperate words, he did not know that in another world, there was a group of soldiers who fought with their flesh and blood and their descendants, and they defeated the American war machine with their flesh and blood and iron will.

But the concept of will is too mysterious for Americans.

However, the U.S. military was also brave. After all, this was the West, and weak men had long since died, either at the hands of Indians or at the hands of bandits, but mostly the latter. Even though the "Scepter of God" shook the earth and even caused a small earthquake, the U.S. troops guarding between the Coast Mountains and the Nevada Mountains were still fighting tenaciously to guard the Golden Goddess' skirt.

The war was even more intense.

The roar of heavy artillery broke the silence of dawn. The earth was groaning again, accompanied by fierce artillery bombardment. The buildings in the town were blown up into the sky and the wooden houses were burning.

The walls of the church were shaking again, and bricks and debris were falling from the broken walls. Sergeant Haryan dragged the heavy machine gun into the ruins of the church, and everyone was in a corner, waiting to resist the attack of the Ming army.

The bombardment had not yet stopped, and planes roared over the town again. The whistling sound of bombs cut through the thick smoke and fog, and the rumbling explosion shook the entire town. Almost all the wooden buildings in the town were destroyed in the violent explosion and burned to ashes.

Wilkinson covered his ears and crouched among the rubble, hot dust rushing into his open mouth. He did not hear but felt a shout. It was a roaring, yet miserable and terrible shout, in which the whistling of bombs and the roar of explosions were mixed together.

When he looked up, Wilkinson saw someone running in the mist, shouting as he ran.

"Empire devils—Empire!..."

A burst of submachine gun fire drowned out the shrill screams.

"Imperial devils..."

The next moment, a brief burst of machine gun fire was heard among the ruins of the church, and the soldiers picked up their rifles and fired into the dust.

Wilkinson saw a fellow running and falling on the rocks, and there was a flash of fire in the dust, so he shouted too:

"Empire devils—Empire!..."

Behind the dust and fog, some unclear submachine gunners were desperately firing at the lying American soldiers. Some of the American soldiers guarding the church were shouting, while others rushed to the door and fired at the attacking and Ming troops.

The bullets from the imperialist devils' submachine guns hit the brick wall, flew away with a "ding ding" sound, and then whizzed past their heads.

Faced with the powerful submachine gun fire, Wilkinson could not even raise his head. He could only cover his ears and lie down against the wall with his rifle pressed under his body.

At this moment, suddenly a huge fire dragon appeared in the dust. It rushed out dozens of meters and directly hit the ruins of the church. The moment the fire dragon hit the wall, it suddenly scattered like flowers from the sky. At the same time, countless fire dragons splashed and a huge fireball swallowed everything around it.

"ah……"

Many American soldiers who had been hiding in the ruins were instantly engulfed by the flames. The people were set on fire and screamed in fear. They jumped out and ran around stumblingly, regardless of the flying bullets.

Accompanied by the rapid sound of submachine gun fire, several firemen were knocked to the ground.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, burn them to death..."

Someone shouted loudly in the smoke and dust. As the words fell, the sergeant leaning against the gap in the ruins pressed the firing button towards the smoke and dust.

Accompanied by a burst of machine gun fire, several screams were heard in the smoke and dust.

"Machine gun, machine gun..."

"Flambreathing man, machine gun in front..."

As the words fell, accompanied by a somewhat peculiar "thump" sound, an orange-red fire dragon flew out from the smoke and dust, and flew to the ruins more than dozens of meters away.

"ah!……"

The moment the fire dragon flew into the narrow gap of the ruins, it dispersed with a "bang". Immediately, bursts of desperate and painful cries came from the ruins, and then fifteen or sixteen fire men ran out, shouting and crying in pain.

Heart-wrenching howls echoed over the town. On this battlefield, in addition to the choking smell of gunpowder, there was also a strong smell of gasoline. The smell of gasoline and sulfur permeated the air.

What’s even more terrifying is that among these smells, there is even a special barbecue smell.

Wilkinson, who grew up on a farm, felt sick when he smelled the familiar smell of barbecue in the air. In the past, barbecue was his favorite food, but now the smell in the air made him feel an unprecedented despair...

"Let's run! ..."

Someone, probably Sarni, the Italian in the company, pushed him on the shoulder:

"Let's run! If we continue like this, we will all be burned to death!"

As he spoke, Sarni had already escaped through the window. Wilkinson followed him, jumped out of the window, fell to the ground, and then crawled towards a bomb crater. Dust was everywhere around him, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder.

The plane was circling low over the town, and the attacking Ming devils were shooting at everything with submachine guns. Behind him came the sound of rapid volleys of submachine gun fire, shouts, the explosion of grenades, and the cheers of the Ming devils.

"We can't go to the fortress. Going there will definitely lead to death!"

Sarny shouted to Wilkinson,

"Run! Run while we can, or we'll all die here..."

(End of this chapter)