Although there are no roads on the snowfield, the environnt is generally a plain.
Armored vehicles specially designed for the snow slowly advance with soldiers across the snowfield.
Behind them are nurous modified self-propelled artillery.
The ground forces, plus helicopters in the air, and a few chs providing support from the rear, have split the entire army into several armored teams, actively gathering strength and moving towards the direction of the Four Countries’ Alliance Army.
The ground continuously trembles in front of the armored flood.
In the snow on both sides, there are so of the Kingdom’s elite knights, holding captured firearms and continuously observing the army’s movents.
"Ah, truly unbelievable war machines."
"I only have five bullets left."
"Concentrating together is truly a blunder."
The Kingdom Guerrilla in the snowfield, at this mont, has a feeling of disappointnt.
After fighting for so long, before the Magic Country joined the battle, our side was being crushed, only able to fight guerrilla warfare, and even had to use captured weapons and ammunition.
Every bullet is exceptionally precious!
Not even ntioning bullets, even the opponent’s military rations are completely incomparable to ours.
In this cold weather, we only have so biscuits harder than Shi Tou; if it weren’t for each mber having considerable strength, they would be challenging to bite into.
And yet they have canned goods and self-heating pots, which really make one feel the enormous disparity.
It even causes so mbers within this guerrilla team to have doubts.
Being ruled by the opponent doesn’t seem so unacceptable.
After all, the Otherworld is still at a productivity level around the Middle Ages, the gap is too large.
"Stop guessing blindly. Since such a decision was made, there’s definitely a reason, maybe they just want to gamble this one ti and then stop fighting altogether."
The Captain of this squad shakes off the snow from his shoulders, looks up at the distant helicopters and chs, and feels a sense of helplessness.
It seems their ability to adapt to the environnt is strong, there weren’t this many chanized forces before.
Now it appears a special model has erged, specifically for this environnt!
"Their artillery is positioning, let’s find an opportunity to cause so disruption."
Upon seeing the self-propelled artillery begin to stop and adjust the barrels, everyone feels sowhat heavy-hearted.
The distance to the main camp is about a hundred kiloters away!
Is such long-range firepower coverage possible?
"Completely different from those tank cannons."
These guerrillas from the Kingdom, although having dealt with them a lot, have learned the nas from prisoners.
Yet they remain sowhat ignorant about the uses of armored vehicles, tanks, and self-propelled artillery.
Now, seeing the preparation of self-propelled artillery and so rocket launch vehicles, they secretly feel ominous.
Strikes from this distance, they can’t even see who the opponent is!
How to fight...
No hope...
Boom~ Boom~ Boom~
Without much hesitation, having long used aerial reconnaissance to confirm the enemy’s location, they reach the shooting point, and various long-range projection abilities are unleashed!
The deafening sound of artillery fire, along with the trajectory of rockets flying overhead, that kind of full-scale salvo truly makes the nearby Kingdom Guerrilla feel unbelievable and helpless.
Modern attacks ultimately boil down to firepower delivery capability.
Later iterations bring precise strikes that only increase the efficiency of firepower delivery, but essentially remain unchanged.
Brittalia, known as the Empire capable of deploying chs, naturally accomplishes such firepower delivery.
The Round Table Knights inside the chs watch coldly.
"It’s rare to see such a scene."
"After the appearance of chs, it’s true that this kind of coverage almost never appears."
"Twenty thousand troops gathered, let those bumpkins feel what science ans..."
However, just when the guerrilla team feels despair, and Brittalia’s army believes victory is assured.
A cold snort cos from the sky.
"You have science, I have Divine Skill!"
Along with the appearance of this cold voice, the whole sky seems to clear up, with dazzling light magic descending from the heavens, covering a vast range!
Even the just-launched shells and rockets turn to ashes under this illumination!
The surrounding snow quickly lts and steams, the soldiers of Brittalia and the guerrillas both cover their eyes simultaneously.
"Ah! My eyes!"
"What’s this?"
"Magic?"
Even the Round Table Knights inside the chs see all the chanical optical instrunts fail!
Under this intense light, all screens go black, all caras are damaged!
"What’s this?"
"The outside temperature is rising! The light armored units are probably going to be wiped out!"
"What kind of magic is this? How can they use it here!"
Completely unaware of what’s happening outside, trapped in the ch with just one move, the Round Table Knights feel exceptionally shocked!
The snow on the snowfield lts, and the armored units on it begin to slide.
The original formation suddenly falls into disarray.
The armor’s surface even emits smoke.
If this illumination continues, the mbers inside are likely to be roasted!
However, Lan i, having struck this terrifying blow with hands crossed in the sky, sees that the situation is roughly resolved and then stops.
Unnecessary slaughter in the Abyss will instead increase Chaos and foster Abyss Aura.
"Noble mbers of Brittalia, your Emperor has listened to slander, colluded with the Burning Legion, intending to destroy the entire world. Now surrender, and I can spare your lives, otherwise, what you just witnessed was rely the beginning."
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