I picked up the dragon girl at the beginning and I used artillery fire to liberate the other world

A gust of wind blew across the ground, blowing up a few slightly yellow leaves on the ground.

A leaf with yellow edges was blown by the wind and fell in front of Bai Yan. He spread out his palms and the leaf slowly fell into his palms.

"It's autumn now. We should have a good harvest this year."

He laughed softly. Behind him, Constance stood smiling. Hearing his words, she smiled and said:

"The enemy is coming to attack us, aren't you worried at all? Instead, you are concerned about the people's grain harvest."

"War is a test of national strength, productivity and technological level.

After all, there are still too few powerful wizards and knights in this world, and they do not have the power to influence the outcome of a battle."

"Yes, I was thinking of letting you study magic well at that time. Now it seems that you were right."

Constance bit her lip lightly, then slowly hugged Bai Yan from behind, "When the war is over, will you marry me?"

Bai Yan turned around, looked down at Constance's misty eyes, and smiled slightly:

"Well, fine, I'll marry you.

Even though you've asked me this twenty-four times, I'm not tired of it at all."

Bai Yan looked at Constance, their eyes met for a long time, and then they slowly moved closer together.

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Mithril City, western suburbs, first airport.

The airport, which was originally empty, has now become a little crowded.

From a distance, the five huge machines are very eye-catching. They are the B29 Super Fortress. These industrial behemoths have been running day and night on the assembly line these days, and only five have been produced so far.

As for the La-7 fighter, there are already twenty or thirty of them parked at the First Airport. With the current production capacity, it only takes three or four days to produce and assemble a La-7.

There are already enough tanks, so most of the manpower and resources are invested in the production of aircraft.

Now, on battlefields where air defense capabilities are severely lacking, aircraft can often play a greater role.

"Ammunition has been loaded, flight conditions have been checked, and we are ready to take off."

Ryan saluted, and the helmet in the crook of his left arm reflected a little light in the sun, which reflected on his face, adding a bit of determination and bravery.

This mission was a life-or-death mission. Five B-29s carrying nine fuel-air explosive bombs and eight thermobaric bombs dropped the bombs above the enemy's main force to complete the bombing mission.

Last time, they were just the enemy's vanguard, and we almost shot them down. This time, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.

But Ryan was not afraid, and neither were his companions. If they could complete this bombing mission, who knows how many young soldiers' lives could be saved, and how many soldiers on the front line would be able to return home soon.

"Take care of yourself."

The officer patted him on the shoulder heavily. Ryan said nothing, just nodded, turned around and went up the boarding stairs.

Five B29 Super Fortresses glided and took off one after another, followed by escorting La-7 fighters, until the last La-7 fighter left the runway.

All the fighter planes from the First Airport came out in full force, they kept rising up, piercing the sky, and roared towards the south.

The bombing mission began.

Mission code: [Scorched Earth Plan]

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Etgaye sat on his own royal sedan, which was pulled by three wolf-shaped monsters as big as mountains. Behind the sedan, an army that looked like dragons followed.

The million-strong army in this world is not just talk. Due to the lack of various military strategies and calculations, wars in this alien world are often just charges and fights without any strategy.

Since they claim to have a million-strong army, the difference is not much.

A million people. If they were not on the march, these one million people would be enough to occupy most of the Dark Forest.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you won't reconsider this?"

As they were about to get out of the dark forest, Obarov became more and more worried. He was really scared. He was afraid that like last time, half of his million-strong army would be lost.

This is the foundation of the Asura Empire. If the foundation is damaged, the country's fortunes will naturally decline.

But Etgaye just glanced at Obalov and whispered, "Waste!", then looked away and ignored him.

It's not that he doesn't understand the importance of this matter, Etgaye just has absolute confidence in his own strength.

He believed that under his leadership, he would be able to annihilate all enemies with his legendary power.

Just like attacking the vampires, it was unstoppable and overwhelming.

Soon, the army came out of the dark forest and reached the vast plain. The troops dispersed slightly and the marching speed increased.

In stark contrast to Etgaye's confidence, Obarov was full of worries. Every time he walked a certain distance, he would look up at the sky, as if there was something terrible in the sky.

After some time, they were only half an hour away from Black Iron Castle.

Once again, Obarov raised his head as usual and looked into the distance at the clear sky in the north.

After seeing that everything was calm and there was nothing else, he felt relieved again.

There shouldn’t be any more, right?

His mind once again recalled the steel creation dropped by the giant bird, a powerful weapon that was comparable to the forbidden explosive magic.

The original fear dissipated a little. He didn't believe that the enemy would have many magical weapons of this power, not to mention how much magical elements would be consumed to carve the forbidden magic array into the mithril carrier.

I'm afraid no legendary wizard would be willing to spend his time and energy to make something like this, Obarov thought, thinking that he had been worrying too much before.

But as a cloud of fog dissipated and moved, the fuselages of the B-29 bomber formation were revealed.

A rumbling sound was heard faintly, becoming clearer and clearer. Everyone looked surprised, except Obarov, who was stunned as he listened to the familiar sound.

He raised his head slightly stiffly, and as the scenery from the sky entered his eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The blood in my body turned cold and fear spread all over my body.

"How, how could it be?"

Obarov spoke in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

"Run! Spread out quickly! Spread out!!!"

Obalov realized what was going to happen. He ran around and shouted, "Scatter! Scatter! Don't stand so crowded in front of me!"

But no matter how loudly he shouted and warned, no one listened to him. They either looked up at the sky in a daze, or looked at Prince Obalov who was running around like a madman.

And all this happened only because the person on the royal chariot in front, the man who was as powerful as a god, did not say anything.