Song Jingyang was bored and lit a cigarette for himself, took a long drag, then shook his head and pinched it out helplessly.
Before the gods came, smoking was a pleasure.
With the intake of that puff of smoke, nicotine enters the body and affects the human nervous system, producing a wonderful feeling of comfort throughout the body, thus giving rise to physiological beauty and dependence.
After the arrival of the gods, people's bodies were greatly strengthened, their resistance increased, and even the anesthetic effect of smoke on people no longer existed.
Now if you want to anesthetize, you really can only use high doses of heroin, and the effect is not very good.
However, what disappears is physical addiction, not psychological addiction.
The psychological dependence made Song Jingyang still have a few dicks from time to time, but he no longer had the same feeling as before.
"Well, there are some things that you can't get back if you lose them." Song Jingyang shook his head while pinching his cigarette butt, lying on the railing of the Meteoric Battle Fortress and looking down.
Because the main force has arrived, the follow-up heavy firepower force is no longer in such a hurry.
Everyone is still moving in an orderly manner, and the speed must not be slowed down.
As a unit "abandoned" by the commander-in-chief, Song Jingyang despaired that he could still participate in the battle.
Now he just hoped that the battle in Baijin City would not be resolved so quickly, so that when the battle fort and artillery troops arrived, he could still fire a few shots, which would at least prove that his visit was not in vain.
At this moment, a soldier ran over: "Report to the commander, we found a troop approaching us from behind."
"Is there an army?" Song Jingyang was stunned for a moment: "What army? Human race? Goblin race? Or other alien races?"
"Human troops, they seem to be being pursued."
"Are you being pursued?" Song Jingyang was stunned for a moment: "Do you know which army it is?"
"It's not clear yet, our people have already contacted him."
Song Jingyang took out the intercom. After a moment, Song Jingyang heard an anxious voice: "Commander Song?"
"It's me, who are you?"
"I'm Dachang, Li Dachang from the former Fourth Special Forces Division and now from the task force!"
"Dachang?" Song Jingyang perked up: "How is the situation over there?"
"Damn it, don't mention it. The Blue Sky clan joined the battle and helped the goblins consolidate the Blue Sky Gate. The door was not destroyed. They all rushed over!" Li Dachang said angrily: "I also used space interference, so I can't contact you. !”
Song Jingyang was quite calm: "Is that so? How many do the other party have?"
"Too many, probably no less than 500,000 to 800,000." Li Dachang replied hurriedly.
Hearing this number, Song Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's okay. I'll let the soldiers deploy their positions and prepare for the battle. You lead the troops and go around from the side."
Li Dachang still didn't understand the situation, so he asked while escaping: "Hasn't the main force already left? How many people are there on your side? Is it possible?"
"Not many, only 500,000 people are left, basically alchemists, mages and some gunmen who must be left behind."
"That's not enough! The troops are about the same, but the professional levels are very different. Moreover, the Qingkong tribe is also here. Those guys all have natural levels. They are much stronger than those goblins. They have natural space abilities and are difficult to deal with." Li Dachang Urgently: "You run away, we stay to stop them!"
Song Jingyang smiled evilly: "There are only 500,000 people, but there are 200,000 artillery pieces and 100,000 tanks. Is that enough?"
Li Dachang was stunned, and then shouted: "Haha, enough, that's enough! How can it be not enough! Fuck you!"
Song Jingyang laughed: "That's it! Jin Xi, let everyone know that there is work to do. All troops immediately stop moving and prepare to fight. The enemy is coming from the rear!"
"yes!"
Following Song Jingyang's order, the three meteor battle forts stopped advancing at the same time. Countless artillery positions were set up on the spot. The professionals who were originally moving forward moved back and began to deploy frontline defense.
The professionals were extremely efficient. When most of the positions were deployed, Li Dachang and the others appeared in front.
They were running fast, and behind them were a large group of goblins and Qingkong tribe who were covering them up. They seemed to be chasing Li Dachang and the others all the way to the main force.
But they were destined not to have this opportunity.
The heavy-armed troops of the main force, who thought they had no chance of fighting, had long been holding back their anger. At this moment, seeing a large number of troops coming from the front, Song Jingyang had already loudly ordered: "Everyone is here, prepare to fire! Let's go!"
The roar of cannons sounded.
The hundreds of thousands of artillery pieces originally planned to be used in the city of worshiping money were not used on the main target, but at this moment they inadvertently completed an encirclement and reinforcements.
What is the concept of firing two hundred thousand artillery pieces
Basically, the power equivalent released by a salvo is close to the power of a small nuclear bomb explosion.
Since the artillery matrix is a divergent attack, there is no core area of great power, and there is no diminishing effect. Basically, a single salvo is filled with smoke and shock waves generated by the explosion within hundreds of square kilometers.
Even a mountain can be flattened by these thousands of cannons.
Not to mention there are many powerful new weapons among them.
Massive amounts of ammunition poured onto the land ahead, roaring like an angry thunder god. The flashing fire and bursting pieces of flesh and blood made the goblins and the Blue Sky tribe tremble.
The Blue Sky clan is good at space, but their spatial direction is mainly in space reinforcement, disruption, etc. Only a few geniuses can use space to shift attacks.
But they faced too many attacks.
As a Blue Sky Clan warrior waved his hand, a void appeared in front of him.
All the cannonballs fall into this hollow area and dissipate automatically.
However, the cannonballs in the air fell like a rainstorm, and the warrior found that when he opened the foreign space, he was no longer qualified to close it.
He tried hard to hold on, but finally couldn't hold it any longer.
As his strength weakened, the alien space disappeared. The next moment, a shock wave had lifted him up. Before he even landed, more shock waves rushed over him one after another. Even in the face of such a ferocious shock wave, his strengthened body still resisted tenaciously. The shield flashed with light, and the armor was weakened powerfully. Hundreds of shells could not do anything to him. But if one hundred is not enough, just one thousand; if one thousand is not enough, then ten thousand!
The shells fell like an endless stream. Facing the seemingly endless rain of shells, the strong man from the Blue Sky clan finally let out a cry of despair. Then, an electromagnetic railgun flew past at low altitude, grazing his body and killing him. His body was instantly torn in half, and then a hail of bullets completely submerged him...
There were also some strong foreigners who were lucky enough to escape the range of the artillery bombardment, but they were greeted by conventional minefields and a large number of tanks.
There is no change in the tactics of the human race, or the only change is the magnitude - a qualitative change from quantitative change. This battle once again taught everyone a lesson, and also let those aliens know that they used to understand the word "quantity" of firepower. How poor is the imagination.
Affected by this battle, perhaps those alien races with stronger technology will make breakthroughs in the development of firepower in the future.
However, this also brings about a problem on the other hand, that is, it is inevitable to ignore traditions, such as the cultivation of strong people.
So do the gods like it
Judging from the severe injuries to top powerhouses in the past, the gods may not like it.
However, this is the price of free growth after getting rid of the constraints. The rise of various alien cultures, whether you like it or not, will eventually form your own unique civilization.
From this point of view, the gods should like it.
Song Jingyang had no interest in considering the preferences of the gods. He was just venting his firepower to his heart's content and venting his displeasure at not being able to participate in the War of Worshiping City in time.
When the massive artillery fire flattened the ground, the professionals from the Goblin Tribe and the Blue Sky Tribe finally despaired.
Morale collapsed at this moment, and they fled in all directions.
But they were destined not to be able to escape for long, because the other three task forces also returned, and because of the birth of a change...
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Jinshui River.
If there is anyone who is more anxious about the situation of Jincheng than Du Huaijun, it is probably Gao Wei, Zhang Tiejun and the others.
Compared with the battles in Baijin City and Tianchangyuan, the battles on Zhang Tiejun's side in Gaowei were obviously much worse.
A large number of goblins continued to launch attacks. Although they had the advantage of the river, the coalition army, which was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, was essentially being suppressed.
With the help of the river flowing all the way, the coalition forces tenaciously resisted the goblin attacks. However, the offensives on both sides of the river were like a tide, and one ship after another was sunk under the attack of the goblin army.
When the morale of the goblins in Money Worship City and Tian Changyuan collapsed, they had not received the news of Brennan's death, and they did not know that Money Worship City was in danger.
So they excitedly attacked, chased, surrounded, and attacked, using the human corpses as stepping stones for their future achievements.
They attacked frantically and rushed forward under gunfire.
Magic mechas and airships were dispatched in turn, and even a few space fighters would appear to attack from time to time.
On the cruiser "Impact", Galway stood above the bridge, with shells roaring above his head, and bullets and arrows intertwined.
"All the airships have been destroyed, all the fighter planes are gone, and even thirteen space fighters have been lost..." The old general looked at the battle damage and looked towards the other side.
A large number of goblins are still coming for reinforcements, as if there is no end.
Battleships were constantly on fire and exploding ahead, and the river was filled with professionals who had fallen into the water.
Some of them were killed by goblin attacks before they even got on the boat. Some of them were blown up as soon as they got on the boat. In exchange, more professionals entered the water, and some were brought to the shore by the waves and shock waves. Nearby, countless goblins were being hunted.
Those warrior goblins stood on the shore, shouting wildly, expressing their inner rage.
One battleship after another turned into fireballs, and in just a few hours, the coalition forces were completely defeated.
How long can they last
Even the old general was unsure.
"Have Du Huaijun and the others not arrived at the City of Worshiping Money yet?" Gao Wei asked.
"We arrived thirty minutes ago and are attacking the city." Qu Wei replied.
"Thirty minutes." Gao Wei sighed.
The city of worshiping money is so big and there are so many defensive measures. Even if the professionals have high combat efficiency, it would be good if they can take it down in one day.
One day!
How long can the Union Army last
The old general didn't know.
He only knew that it was basically impossible for the Union Army to survive for a day. Even if it did survive, not many people would survive.
The old general couldn't help but said leisurely: "Be prepared to sacrifice your life for the country."
"Sacrifice your life for the country?" Qu Wei asked strangely: "We won't be able to survive even half an hour, right?"
"Half an hour?" General Gao was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Commander Du said that if you give him another half hour, he should be able to capture the City of Worshipers."
Gao Wei was amused: "Has Du Huaijun lost his mind and gone crazy? Wanted to capture Jinbaicheng in just one hour? How is this possible? Let him stop talking nonsense. I am already prepared to sacrifice my life for the country and the whole army will be killed. "
At this moment, Mystra's voice suddenly sounded:
"The gold-worshiping city fell and the goblin empire fell. From now on, all goblins lose their professional status and corresponding strength."
"Congratulations, you have completed a legend."