Chapter 609 Battle of St. Rudolph

The morning sun shines through the dense woods on the soil full of rotten leaves, and the birds are singing, and everything looks so quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a violent explosion broke the picture. The huge four-legged self-propelled magic cannon walked on its steel limbs and slowly crawled on the ground, approaching the northern boundary of the Elf Forest.

The puppet troops all over the mountains lined up in dense formations, holding high the white flag of the Sofia Empire, taking neat steps, holding long infantry spears, and slowly advancing forward.

A loud noise exploded in the middle of the puppet, and the defenders at the border of the elf forest began to fight back. The magic cannonball cut through the sky and fell into the dense puppet phalanx, bringing a broken arm.

Bows and arrows fell like raindrops, hitting the shield of the puppet soldiers, and then the puppet entered the pre-arranged minefield, and the mines began to explode one after another, turning the surrounding puppets into parts.

A puppet stepped on a buried mine, and a red light suddenly rose, and a loud noise set off a wave covering the sky. All the surrounding puppets were destroyed, leaving only a deep crater on the ground.

And the puppet soldiers crossed the big pit and continued to move forward without hesitation. Behind them, a puppet army of phalanx and phalanx spread over the peaks in the distance and could not see the end.

The carefully arranged St. Rudolph's defense line is like an efficient harvesting machine, constantly devouring the puppet soldiers endlessly.

On May 1 of the 7th year of the Gregorian calendar, the Sofia Empire went to war against the Holy Sword Empire, and the hegemony war that decided to belong to the continent of Asia began. At the beginning, the war pushed the decisive battle of fate to the most** with a fierce battle.

"Four-legged self-propelled gun! Two o'clock direction!" An elf officer loudly reminded: "Magic cannon! Aim! Open fire!" Next to him, a cannonball flew out with waves and rolled up his soft hair. Before his hair fell, a group of elf soldiers jumped out of the trench and met the rushing puppet infantry.

"Expand the magic defense!" Not far away, another officer reminded loudly: "Use the scroll! The enemy's bows and arrows are coming! Shield hand! Be on guard!" The heavily armored infantry took a neat step forward and protected the crossbowmen around them. With a shout, these heavily armored soldiers neatly raised heavy shields. On the black shield, the white sword symbol was extremely beautiful.

"Loading! Open fire!" On the artillery positions, the magic artillery troops are fiercely fighting back. They have carefully arranged camouflage positions, and most of the magic cannons even have hidden caves, so they are much safer than puppet artillery from afar.

The artillery of the Sword Empire, which had no worries, opened fire violently and fought with the puppet artillerymen with a numerical advantage. The two sides came and went, and the fierce artillery covered their respective positions.

In the first charge, the puppet lost 30,000 soldiers, but made no progress. The only result was to break through part of the minefield and approach the defense position of the elf clan.

"Continue to attack!" No. 4 looked at the map and said, "We must take this place within three days, threaten the north of the Elf Forest, and force the human troops stationed in the Divine Light Fortress to move towards us."

The tank opened its bunker, sprayed a dazzling fire tongue, knocked down the puppet giant not far away, and then quickly reversed back to avoid the revenge of the puppet empire's artillery fire.

The infantry crawled on the ground, laid mines in various inconspicuous corners, and then protected each other and retreated slowly. On the first day of the battle, the army of the Sword Empire was forced to give up the first defensive position of St. Rudolph's defense line, and the puppet paid the price of 60,000 soldiers.

That night, the battle still did not stop. The 10th and 20th armies of the elves had an orderly defense under the attack of the puppet. They were well prepared and went through countless drills in each link. These elf troops were basically veterans who had participated in the Ladora River Front. These elite troops Tough and tenacious, the puppets in the face of an advantageous number did not retreat.

Every detail is a carefully arranged killing weapon, every corner is hidden with deadly mines or crossbows, and every inch of land is contested repeatedly.

The position given to the puppet is already a ruin. Every further puppet has to pay a heavy price. In the maze-like trenches and caves, the elves tenaciously block every attack of the puppet.

The next day, the battle continued, and the soldiers here seemed to have forgotten the thing of fatigue. They fought desperately to defend their faith with their lives. Hatred and honor all evaporated into rolling black smoke here, leaving only hellish suffering.

"How's it going?" An elf officer held a cigarette and looked at a soldier who climbed back and asked, "Are you ready?" His leg has been broken, and there is a belt tied to the wound, but it is still bleeding.

The soldier nodded and looked at several bloody wounded lying beside him: "Don't worry." He pointed to the corner of a trench in the distance: "There are five mines and four magic cannonballs. As long as they want to come in, they will be sent to heaven."

He looked at the long sword in his hand, which was as bright as new. He had always felt that it was not enough to chop the puppet, and there was no pleasure of spitting blood into the flesh.

"I will stick to that corner until they gather a lot of people to rush over. I don't want to kill only one puppet with so much ammunition." The soldier smiled and said, "H Long live the Forest of Elves."

The officer smiled, looked at a mine beside him, and gently brushed away the dust on it, as if taking care of a beloved vessel: "Don't worry, you go first, and we will arrive later. There are no cops in the 2nd Battalion. Each of us has killed at least 5!"

In the defense position not far away, an officer put down the telescope in his hand and asked, "Has the 2nd Battalion been contacted? I want their loss and a place! Immediately!"

As soon as his words fell, a loud noise came from the position of the 2nd battalion. The rising black smoke could be seen without a telescope. Everyone could feel it, and the earth under his feet trembled slightly. Then, another explosion sounded, and then the whole position fell silent.

After a long time, the royal flag of the Sophia Empire full of loopholes was erected in the position of Battalion 2, marking another position occupied by the puppet empire.

The fierce battle is still continuing. Countless soldiers fought hard in blood and fire. They staggered over the trenches, killed the approaching puppets with long swords, and then were shrouded in gunfire and thick smoke and integrated into the soil under their feet.