Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

Just as the Alliance Headquarters was discussing the construction of a defense line, the Eastern Theater on the front line had almost been abandoned by the Alliance Headquarters. Therefore, the Eastern Theater, which had lost support, was now suffering a fierce attack from the Qin Army.

"Haha, I didn't expect that our Lao Li would also become internationally famous."

Li Yunlong came to Ding Wei and Kong Jie with the International Military Daily and said proudly, "International Military Headlines, this cover is our Li, haha."

"You, you."

Kong Jie took a puff of his cigarette and said, "The old saying is right, people are afraid of being famous just like pigs are afraid of being fat. How come you are so happy here, as if you had eaten honey and shit?"

"You just envy our Lao Li."

Li Yunlong put away the newspaper in his hand with a smile and said, "In the future, we have to show this to our son, let him see his father and set an example for him."

"Okay, Lao Li."

Zhao Gang, the chief of staff and political commissar, said with a smile, "As the commander on the front line, you still have to command this battle. Don't delay important matters."

"Important things can't be delayed."

Li Yunfei came to the command console and said, "80 missiles. The International Military Daily exaggerated a bit, but we did fire 73 shells. These 73 shells sunk the entire alliance army's position by more than one meter, forming a big pit. Tell me, how many of the one million soldiers of the alliance army on the front line will be left?"

"We have destroyed all the heavy firepower. Now it's our turn to reap the rewards."

After that, Li Yunfei shouted, "Order, the three front-line armies cooperate with all heavy firepower units and armored tank units to encircle the alliance army."

"Yes, Commander."

The order spread throughout the army as quickly as electric current. For a moment, the roar of the engine and the squeaking of the tracks rolling on the ground intertwined together, playing the prelude to war.

The frontline of the Alliance Army, which stretched for hundreds of kilometers, had now turned into a hell on earth, completely ignited by the flames of war. The sky seemed to have been overturned by an invisible giant hand, and thick smoke filled the air, dyeing the azure sky into a suffocating gray-black color.

The pungent smell of gunpowder, burning and blood intertwined with each other, like a thick haze, making every breath extremely difficult. The lungs felt like they were being rubbed repeatedly by rough sandpaper, causing severe pain.

The ground was even more horrific. After 73 artillery shells bombarded it, it was dotted with craters, just like the riddled surface of the moon.

The soil was blown up high, thrown into the air in large chunks, and then fell heavily with a dull sound, mixed with blood and broken limbs, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. The depths of the craters varied, some were deep enough to cover an adult's chest, and some were shallow enough to trap a car.

After this unprecedented bombardment, the Union soldiers had completely lost their former majesty. They were ragged, their uniforms were torn by shrapnel, and covered with dust and blood. Their hair was disheveled, their faces were full of fear and despair, and their empty eyes showed deep helplessness.

The defense line they had barely put together was like a candle in a strong wind, shaky and could go out at any time. Some soldiers leaned against sandbags, their bodies trembling uncontrollably; others sat on the ground with dull eyes, as if they had given up resistance and were waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Attack!"

Li Yunlong's voice, like a huge bell, exploded in the headquarters, and the sound wave seemed to break through the roof. This order was like turning on the main switch of the war machine, and the entire front-line troops took action instantly.

Li Yunlong still adopted the air-ground integrated tactics. The fighter planes were like black lightning, whizzing through the sky, cutting through the gray-black sky. Under the wings of each fighter plane, there were powerful bombs. The pilots stared at the target below with firm eyes, and pressed the bomb button steadily.

"Whoosh whoosh."

In an instant, bombs whizzed out of the fuselage, dragging long tails of flames, and smashed into the enemy positions like meteors.

"boom!"

The explosions were deafening, as if they were going to shatter the entire world. Every explosion raised a huge cloud of dust and heat, and mushroom clouds rose into the sky, carrying dirt, rocks, and enemy remains, spreading in all directions. The positions of the Alliance soldiers hit by the bombs instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the screams of the soldiers were drowned out by the explosions and disappeared in the billowing smoke.

The armed helicopters were not to be outdone, they hovered low over the battlefield, making a buzzing sound, the machine guns on both sides of the fuselage spewing flames, dense bullets poured down like raindrops, splashing strings of sparks on the ground.

"Da da da."

With their superb driving skills, helicopter pilots flexibly shuttled across the battlefield and carried out precise strikes on ground targets. They locked onto the enemy's firepower points, bunkers, and those Alliance soldiers who tried to gather to resist, and suppressed the enemy with powerful firepower so that they could not raise their heads. The Alliance soldiers could only huddle behind the bunkers, listening in horror to the death roars coming from above their heads. If they accidentally showed their heads, they would be shot into sieves.

On the ground, a steel torrent of tanks and armored vehicles rolled forward, unstoppable. The heavy tracks of the tanks rolled over the ground full of craters, making a dull and powerful sound, like the drumbeat of war.

"boom!"

The tank's main gun roared, and every time it fired, there was a dazzling flash of fire and a loud bang. The shells dragged long tails of flames, like meteors, accurately hitting the enemy's firepower points. Those sturdy bunkers and shelters collapsed one after another under the bombardment of the tank shells, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.

The Qin army's joint combat tactics were fully utilized. The various units worked closely together and coordinated their operations, like a precision-operated war machine.

The artillery troops hid in the rear, with the guns lined up neatly and their muzzles pointed high. They constantly adjusted the angles and loaded shells, suppressing the enemy with continuous firepower.

"fire!"

The shells flew towards the enemy positions with a sharp whistling sound and exploded in the enemy group, creating conditions for the advancement of infantry and armored forces. Under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, the infantry made full use of the terrain, flexibly interspersed and detoured, quickly broke through the enemy's defense line and advanced deep into the enemy. They cooperated with each other and took turns to cover. One group attracted the enemy's firepower, while the other group took the opportunity to launch an attack, tearing open the enemy's defense line step by step.

The Air Force provides all-round support for ground forces in the air. In addition to direct fire strikes from fighter jets and armed helicopters, reconnaissance aircraft hover in the air to provide ground forces with intelligence on the enemy.

They transmit information such as the enemy's troop deployment, firepower configuration, and supply line location to the headquarters in real time, allowing frontline troops to adjust their combat strategies in a timely manner. Transport aircraft stand by in the rear, and once the front line needs them, they will quickly transport supplies, ammunition, and reinforcements to the battlefield.

24 troops, three major armies, were all involved in this earth-shattering battle. They rushed towards the Alliance army like a surging tide. The battle lasted for 30 hours, until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dark. The soldiers were already blood-thirsty, they forgot their fatigue and fear, and had only one belief in their hearts: to destroy the enemy.

They advanced in the baptism of blood and fire, killing no one knew how many Alliance soldiers they had killed, but they fought their way from the front lines to the rear of the Alliance soldiers. The three armies were like three sharp swords piercing straight into the heart of the enemy Alliance army, completely tearing apart the enemy's defenses.

After thirty hours of fighting, the sound of gunfire finally died down. An eerie silence filled the battlefield, broken only by the occasional groans of the wounded.

This means that the million-strong army of the alliance at the front line was almost wiped out. In this battle, the Qin army won with absolute strength.

On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the sun struggled to penetrate the clouds, shining on the devastated land, bringing a bloody end to this brutal war.