Chapter 168 The Real Target

Like a sharp blade piercing worn leather, a sharp scream passed by him from far to near.

"call out…………."

“Pa……….”

A piece of charred metal fragment fell from the sky, and under his gaze, the head of the companion in front of him exploded like an exploding watermelon.

Red and white blood splattered everywhere, directly covering Osam's face.

The sudden change made Osim's mind go blank.

He looked at the headless corpse in front of him with dull eyes and fell down weakly.

The cigarette he was holding fell sideways from his mouth.

It fell to the ground that had been dyed red, and then was soaked in blood and slowly extinguished.

The cruel battle officially started at this time.

As the large floating minefield area was cleared, the flying springtails avoided the explosion by slowing down in advance.

He immediately swooped down from this unobstructed area and faced the oncoming air defense fire network.

This time, the larger number of flying springtail swarms directly carried the output of anti-aircraft firepower, after paying more than half of the casualties.

They forcibly broke through the dense fire interception and attacked the air defense fire points everywhere.

Melee combat is undoubtedly more brutal and bloody.

The frontline commander mobilized tens of millions of reserve troops and tried his best to kill the insect swarm commandos who were scattered everywhere and wreaked havoc on the fortifications.

Several kilometers away, Han Fei, who was watching everything in front of him, did not change the mission of these flying springtails.

Han Fei gave them only two orders. The priority was to destroy all the fortifications on this line of defense, and the second was to kill all hostile targets.

As Han Fei gently pulled the thread of faith, the leading troops of the Thunder Dragon began to lower their altitude slightly, carried out long-range fire support, and used thunder and lightning to bombard the frontal defense line!

"A swarm of flying dragons and a swarm of explosive dragonflies, hovering in place!"

"Flying springtails, lower the altitude, skim the ground at low altitude, and attack the frontal defense line!"

Han Fei continued to pull the thread of faith and carried out refined command operations.

All the remaining flying springtails immediately divided into dozens of small formations with a size of one million.

They formed a group and, under the control of Han Fei, began to advance towards the forward position one by one.

The flames of war quickly spread across the entire defense line, and the rhythm of this war was gradually controlled by Han Fei.

"Phew, I finally got it done. This method of meticulously controlling the insect swarm to fight is really tiring."

"These idiots have to find ways to improve their ability to accept complex orders."

"Fortunately, we finally achieved our strategic goal."

Han Fei now has the advantage in air firepower and troops.

For the rest of the war, Han Fei only needed to rely on the losses on the front line.

Just replenish troops in time or reduce the intensity of the attack.

Han Fei's operation method was not for anything else. The goal was very simple, just to consume the defenders as much as possible.

Since it is impossible for the opponent to break out of the established defense line, fight him outside the city.

Then, Han Fei could only settle for the next best thing and start a tug-of-war on the opponent's position.

This kind of battlefield requires constant investment of troops from both sides.

It has always been a bloody meat grinder that crazily devoured the vitality of our enemies and ourselves.

Just drag the city's defenders into this flesh and blood millstone.

There will be a greater probability of avoiding invading the interior of the city and destroying this industrial city into ruins.

Otherwise, it would really be easy to break through the opponent's carefully constructed defensive front.

The main force of the defenders must retreat quickly and return to the city to fight in the streets.

By then, it will undoubtedly be more difficult to completely capture this steel city.

If only he were so careful to control the intensity of the fight and engage in continuous seduction.

The defending generals still chose to give up their advantageous terrain and retreat into the city to engage in street fighting.

Then Han Fei also has backup plan B.

It is not impossible to seize some unarmed old, young, women and children and use them as hostages or as blackmail chips or something.

Anyway, there is only one target, Han Fei will decide on this city's industrial weapons production line.

As for the lower limit………….

Um..., sorry, in front of a lot of divine power.

What is the lower limit? How much can it be sold for?

Han Fei said that I can sell this product by the pound, and I can get a discount for large quantities.

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Along the entire front, artillery fire and gunfire, roars and wailings never stopped. As the sky gradually darkened and night fell, the fierce fighting continued.

In the short period of fighting, the number of casualties in the forward positions exceeded 10 million.

Broken corpses were scattered all over the place, including those of one-eyed humans and flying springtails, mixed together.

There was no time to clean the battlefield, so they could only be simply disposed of or piled on the spot.

The newly built bunkers everywhere were almost destroyed in this short period of time, leaving only ruins.

Even a mobile fortress constructed entirely of metal.

Faced with the crazy attack of the extraordinary springtails regardless of losses, and the long-range strike of the thunder dragon, the erected gun barrels and divine power transmission towers were also completely destroyed.

The entire defense line lacked the suppression of heavy firepower, and the endless close contact fighting caused the morale of the frontline troops to become even lower.

The air filled with gunpowder smoke exuded a depressing atmosphere.

Varrick is the top general stationed here.

Ignoring the dissuasion of his adjutants, he personally came to the front line to conduct inspections.

But when he actually arrived at the front line, the situation at the scene was worse than he imagined.

Looking around, the dirty blood on the ground, wrapped in broken meat and bone fragments, flowed to the low-lying areas, soaking the already broken ground.

Every time a military boot stepped on it, dark brown sticky blood would splash.

"General, the frontline positions have been lost several times and recaptured."

"The front line is constantly pulling in this area, and the soldiers are exhausted and can't hold on any longer."

"Why don't we give up the frontline positions and shrink the defense line as much as possible."

The frontline commander Walton, who was speaking, had a hoarse voice and looked very pale.

The big eye above his nose was already full of bloodshot, and he looked extremely tired.

"Retreat?"

"Don't you see what the leader of this group of evil gods' minions really wants to do?"

Varrick shook his head, a bitter look on his serious face, and sighed: "He wants us to use up all our manpower here."

"And behind us is a city with a population of hundreds of millions, with more than tens of millions of old and young women and children."

Hearing Varrick's explanation, Walton's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

But the words seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

As a garrison commander of a large city, Varrick had already seen the situation of the war.

The enemy's strength exceeded 300 million, enough to surround the entire city and attack the defense line from different directions.