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

After the missile attack, the major army groups launched fire attacks, including rocket artillery units and heavy artillery units. The bombardment lasted for two hours, completely confusing the alliance soldiers.

They are mainly the Hongjian-3 third-generation intercontinental missiles, which are so powerful that they make people tremble. One missile can have a killing radius of nearly one kilometer and an affected area of ​​3 kilometers. Allied soldiers within kilometers will be killed or injured.

This one missile alone caused more than 10,000 casualties among the Alliance soldiers. The air defense tower was destroyed like a bubble, and so was the position.

Because the Hongjian-11 third-generation intercontinental missile does not explode on the ground, but explodes at a distance from the ground, about a hundred meters in the air. This is the only way to maximize the power of the Hongjian-11 third-generation intercontinental missile.

After the missile attack, there was a two-hour fire attack that lasted from early morning to dawn, making the alliance soldiers suffer terribly.

When the last gunshot dissipated in the air, the battlefield fell into silence, with only smoke filling the air. This land had just experienced the bombardment of tens of thousands of shells, as if it was swept by a world-destroying storm.

Looking around, the ground was riddled with holes, with dense craters interlaced with each other, like craters on the surface of the moon, with varying depths, large enough to swallow a tank, and small enough to bury a person in an instant. The soil at the edge of the crater was lifted up high and fell heavily, mixed with broken stones and charred body parts, emitting a pungent smell.

Nothing remained of the original fortifications of the position. The trenches were flattened, the sandbags were blown to pieces, leaving only rags and blood-stained gravel. The bunkers were only broken up, with twisted and exposed steel bars like desperate arms.

The battlefield was filled with thick smoke and dust, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, which was nauseating. The air seemed to be on fire, hot and turbid, and breathing was full of burning pain. The sun had difficulty penetrating this layer of fog, but it could not dispel the breath of death that shrouded this place, and cast a strange and depressing dark yellow hue on this ruin.

The charred land was littered with broken limbs and shattered weapons and equipment. Guns were twisted and deformed, barrels were blown into pieces, and scattered bullet shells gleamed coldly in the sun.

Some of the Alliance soldiers were half buried in the soil, their hands still tightly holding their guns, their faces frozen with fear and unwillingness; some of them had incomplete limbs, their internal organs spilled all over the ground, and died tragically. Blood gathered in the craters, forming dark red pools, slowly seeping into the cracked soil, dyeing it even more red.

Occasionally, a few faint groans could be heard, which were the painful struggles of the seriously injured soldiers who were not dead. They lay in the ruins, their bodies scratched by shrapnel and stones, their wounds bloody, and no one to treat them, so they could only wait for death in despair.

A few crows were circling at low altitude, making shrill cries, and occasionally swooped down to peck at the carrion on the ground, adding a bit of eeriness and horror to this deadly position.

"Buzzing."

The armed helicopters roared past and were shocked by the scene on the battlefield. Their hair stood on end, especially at the place where the Red Arrow 11 third-generation intercontinental missile exploded. There was no living creature within a radius of one kilometer.

On the ground, tanks were also roaring and speeding, crushing broken arms and limbs. Since entering the alliance army's position, they had not fired a single shot because they could not see any living people.

After the attack by the Hongjian-11 third-generation intercontinental missile, the surviving Alliance soldiers in the area were either killed by the subsequent fire attack or scared away.

That's right, they were scared away. After seeing the power of the Hongjian-11 intercontinental missile explosion, forming a huge mushroom cloud in the air, and the flames dyeing half the sky red, who wouldn't be scared?

"This battle is fought!"

Chu Yunfei, wearing a pair of white gloves and a neat military uniform, stood on the ruined ground and sighed, "It is finally developing in the direction I longed for in my heart. Firepower will always be the primary productive force on the battlefield."

Stepping forward, Chu Yunfei put his hands behind his back and watched the scenes on the battlefield. He knew that this might be the last battle in his life. After this battle, he would probably have to retire.

This was not only his last battle, but also the last battle of the soldiers of the Qin Empire. After this battle, it would be impossible for a major war to break out in the whole country, or even the whole world, in a short period of time.

"As long as there is a breath left, the fight will never end."

Distant memories slowly emerged as he walked forward. Chu Yunfei recalled the battle against the Eastern Kingdom. Most of the country was occupied, and the imperial court's army of hundreds of millions collapsed and lost their military spirit. Chu Yunfei pointed at the imperial court and cursed, "As long as we are still alive, we will continue to fight. Soldiers! Have backbone."

Unfortunately, God wants to destroy Cao, and how can a little Zhuge Liang save the situation?

But there is always light at the end of the tunnel. He joined the Qin Army and started as a colonel. He found the backbone that a soldier should have in the Qin Army. He fought to the death and vowed to fight the enemy to the end.

Over the past ten years, he has risen from a colonel to the current commander of an army group, a four-star general, with outstanding military achievements. Seeing this scene now, he feels that the world he longs for in his heart is not far away.

"I spend my days singing wildly, and I am arrogant and domineering for whom?"

Chu Yunfei said with great joy, "Clean up the battlefield and wait for the order from the headquarters."

"Yes, Commander."

The senior staff quickly conveyed Chu Yunlong's order, and at the same time, the other regions were almost the same and began to take over the major areas one after another.

"Report."

At the front-line headquarters, a senior staff officer came up to Chang Xingwang and said, "Report from the front line, all 20 major areas have been taken, and the number of enemy troops annihilated has not yet been counted, but it is said that the number of Alliance soldiers who escaped is no less than one million."

"Another day."

Chang Xingwang smiled and said, "Give it seven days. It's over in another day. This battle is becoming less and less suspenseful."

"Then speed up the process."

Yuan Zhan said, "We don't need to wait for the 50 Hongjian -type third-generation intercontinental missiles next month. We can directly gather troops to catch the alliance army off guard."

"I think!"

Yuan Zhan continued, "This attack must have caught the Alliance Army off guard. We should take this opportunity to expand our victory and continue to advance into various areas of the Alliance Army."

"You're right."

Chang Xingwang nodded in agreement, "Then what should we do? Let the reserve army take over, and the main force rush to attack the remaining 23 areas of the alliance army. Give them half a month to capture the remaining alliance area in the north."

"Ah."

Yuan Zhan nodded and said, "Now the morale of the troops has been boosted. Next, my staff will formulate a combat plan and give it to the front-line troops."