In the Demon Realm, the Burkelan Fortress of the Elanhill Empire, a 105mm howitzer suddenly retreated, ejecting a shiny metal shell.

With the sound of clanging metal, the latch of this 105 mm gun opened automatically, revealing the chamber inside.

The loader, who had been waiting with the cannonball in his hand, almost used his muscle memory to accurately push the cannonball in his hand into the barrel.

The waiting gunner closed the bolt without any mistake, and then the shooter pulled the gun rope, activating the firing pin inside the gun.

"Boom!" Another shell was fired, and with the blessing of rifling, it spun and flew out of the muzzle. Then it had to fly a distance of 10 kilometers, landed on the outskirts of Withollands, hit the ground and exploded.

Who would have thought that the Elan Hill Army, which was still worried about the lack of missiles before, has now begun to use medium-caliber howitzers to greet the origin of magic?

The frontier of the Irlanhill Empire is less than seven kilometers away from the outskirts of Witholands.

And the field artillery of various calibers of the Iran Hill Empire can already completely cover Witholands!

Old-fashioned large-caliber guns have a range of more than 20 km, and some even have a range of more than 30 km. They are completely capable of covering Witholands and can steadily attack targets near the city center.

The new self-propelled howitzers also have a range of more than 30 kilometers, and these 155 mm howitzers can easily hit the central parts of the city where the enemy least wants to be beaten.

Originally, in order to attack the demonic capital, the Irlanhill Empire gathered elite troops to create a salient for artillery use.

But now, the Iran Hill Imperial troops on both flanks have also broken through the demon's defensive line, and they have made up the defensive line, and even made Wittholands a salient on the demonic defensive line.

In other words, Wittholands is now a front-line city, and a third of its fronts are exposed to the direct threat of attack from the Irlanhill Empire.

Every day, countless shells fall on the outskirts and urban areas of the city, and the whole city is now full of columns of smoke, and the picture is like the end of the world.

The shelling of Iran Hill has no intention of stopping, anyway, for an empire, the number of shells that bombard a city is just a drop in the dime.

What's more, the commander-in-chief of the front line of the Elanhill Empire, Madias, who was shelling on the side, was near Brkelland, preparing a great gift for the origin of magic.

"Ready! Checkmate! An officer walked up to General Madias, saluted, and reported: "All the designated units are ready for battle!" ”

"Let's get started!" Madias looked at the map, didn't even bother to raise his head, and then opened his mouth and ordered: "Let the troops use more cluster bombs and less ground-penetrating warheads......"

Madias still had some scruples, after all, he was ordered to try to capture the source of magic alive, or at least to preserve some of the demon's technical files.

This is actually a difficult thing to do, because the demon is desperately resisting, and it is difficult to guarantee effective damage if you don't attack the opponent with large-caliber artillery.

However, Chris let Madias command the battle, not for him to complain. So even if Madias can only dance on the tip of the knife and use the weapon in his hand carefully, he can only carry out the plan honestly.

The use of cluster bombs is one of the last resorts: if they are used, they risk damaging some underground structures.

When the time comes, if something important is really destroyed, it will be worth the loss - to destroy the enemy's will to resist by covering the attack, rather than focusing on the depth of the attack, is the purpose of cluster bombs.

The officer saluted, then turned and walked out, and a few seconds later, the 20 rocket artillery regiments stationed near the Burkelan fortress removed the canvas from the launchers and began to erect the rocket launchers.

Hundreds of MLRS. A salvo was truly spectacular. What's more, these rocket launchers are all new models of large calibers, and those old models have begun to be returned to the factory for dismantling and decommissioning.

A few seconds later, the erected rocket launcher began to shoot white smoke trails in the direction of Witholands, and the smoke and dust blown by the tail flame of the rocket instantly flooded the entire rocket artillery position.

Because there were so many positions, the whole of Burkeland seemed to be enveloped in a thick fog.

It was as if it was firing a smoke bomb, and the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun made all the nearby troops see a scene of fairyland on earth.

A huge, cannon barrel-filled moving fortress that "floats" in the clouds and mist, looks as if it were a fairy tale.

It's just that this beauty, in real life, hides blood and killing. Those cannon barrels hidden in the smoke and dust, no matter which one of them is a powerful life harvesting machine!

Hundreds of rockets scattered across the sky, and cluster bombs hung together like grapes in their monoliths were torn apart by the air current.

By inertia, the cluster bombs eventually landed on the western side of the city of Withollands. In an instant, let the explosion flood there.

A poor demon lay on his position, sword in his hand, and watched as a ruined position of friendly troops entrenched in the distance was drowned in an explosion.

Before he could weep for his dead comrades, he noticed that the explosion that had swallowed up the ruins had spread rapidly towards the place where he was, as if it had taken on life.

His eyes widened, and he didn't care about sadness, so he hurried to his hiding place. But before he could curl up his body, the explosion that seemed to have life had already covered the place where he was.

The landslide was deafening, the whole earth shook in the explosion, and the entire ruins collapsed in the explosion.

In just a few seconds, the western part of the demonic capital, Witthorlands, was swept away by thousands of cluster bombs.

By the time the earth-shaking explosions had subsided, the surviving demon soldiers struggled to their feet from the rubble, and found that as far as the eye could see, there were almost no buildings left in the city.

There were no shouts, no crying, because the unfortunate ones who survived could no longer hear anything.

Their ears were buzzing, and they could only stand in the smoke covered in dirt and dust, as if they had lost their souls, standing alone in a rubble, corpses, and black blood.