Song Jingyang lit a cigarette for himself boredly, took a sip, then shook his head and pinched it away helplessly.

Smoking is a pleasure before the gods come.

With the intake of that breath of smoke, nicotine enters the body, affecting the human nervous system, creating a beautiful feeling of comfort throughout the body, thus giving birth to physiological beauty and dependence.

After the arrival of the gods, people's bodies were greatly strengthened, and people's resistance was improved, and the anesthetic effect of cigarettes on people no longer exists.

If you want to have anesthesia now, you can only use high doses of heroin, and the effect is not very good.

However, what disappeared was a physiological addiction, not a psychological addiction.

The psychological dependence made Song Jingyang come a few more times from time to time, but he no longer felt like he used to be.

"Oh, there are some things that you can't come back if you lose them." Song Jingyang pinched his cigarette butt and shook his head, lay on the railing of the Meteorite War Fort, looking down.

Because the main force has arrived, the subsequent heavy firepower troops are no longer so anxious now.

Everyone is still moving in an orderly manner, and the speed is not allowed to slow down.

As a unit "abandoned" by the commander-in-chief, Song Jingyang was already desperate about his ability to participate in the battle.

Now he only hopes that the battle in Beijin City will not be resolved so quickly, so that he can still fire a few more guns when the battle fortress and artillery troops arrive, and at least he proves that he has not been in vain.

Just then, a soldier ran over: "Report to the commander, and found a unit in the rear approaching us."

"There are troops?" Song Jingyang was stunned: "What army? Human race? Goblin race? Or other alien race?"

"The human army, they seem to be in pursuit."

"Are you experiencing pursuit?" Song Jingyang was stunned for a moment: "Do you know which unit it is?"

"It's not clear yet, our people have come to contact us."

Song Jingyang took out the telephone, and a moment later, Song Jingyang heard an anxious voice: "Commander Song?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"I am Dachang, from the former Fourth Special Forces Division, and Li Dachang from the current task force!"

"Dachang?" Song Jingyang was excited: "How is your situation?"

"Damn it, don't mention it. The Qingkong tribe joined the battle and helped those goblins consolidate the Qingkong Gate. The gate was not destroyed, and they all rushed over!" Li Dachang said anxiously: "I also used space interference, I can't contact you!"

Song Jingyang was quite calm: "Is this so? How many of the other party are there?"

"There are too many, probably no less than fifty to eight hundred thousand." Li Dachang answered hurriedly.

Hearing this number, Song Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine, I'll let the soldiers deploy their positions and prepare for the battle. You will take the troops and walk around from the side."

Li Dachang was still a little confused about the situation, and asked while fleeing: "Didn't the main force have left? How many people are there on your side? Can you do it?"

"Not many, only half a million people were left, and they were basically alchemists, mages and some of the gunmen who had to be left behind."

"That's not enough! The troops are almost the same, and the profession level is too different. Moreover, the Qingkong tribe is also here. Those guys have natural levels, which are much stronger than those goblins. They have talented space abilities and are difficult to deal with." Li Dachang was anxious: "You guys run quickly, let's stay and block them!"

Song Jingyang smiled evilly: "There are only 500,000 people, but there are 200,000 artillery and 100,000 tanks. Is it enough?"

Li Dachang was stunned, then shouted: "Haha, enough, too enough! How could it be not enough! Fuck it!"

Song Jingyang laughed: "That's all done! Jin Xi, inform everyone that there is work to do. All troops immediately stop acting and prepare for battle. The enemy comes from the rear!"

"yes!"

With the order of Song Jingyang, the three Meteorite Battle Forts stopped moving forward at the same time, and countless artillery set up positions on the spot. The pros who were originally moving forward moved back one after another and began to deploy front-line defense.

Professionals are extremely efficient. When most of the positions are deployed, Li Dachang and the others have appeared in front of them.

They were running quickly, and behind them were a large group of goblins and Qingkong tribes coming over, as if they were going to chase Li Dachang and the others to the main force.

But they were destined to not have this opportunity.

I thought the main heavy troops, who had no chance to fight, had already been full of anger. At this moment, seeing a large number of troops coming from the front, Song Jingyang had already ordered loudly: "Everyone is there, prepare to open fire! Let it go!"

The sound of cannons sounded.

The hundreds of thousands of cannons originally intended to be used in the City of Mind was not used on the main target, but at this moment, they accidentally completed a roundabout attack.

What is the concept of launching 200,000 cannons?

Basically, the power equivalent of a single bomb has been close to the power of a small nuclear bomb explosion.

Since the artillery matrix is ​​a divergent attack, there is no core area of ​​great power, but there is no decreasing effect. Basically, a single volley is within a radius of hundreds of square kilometers, and there is a smoke and shock wave generated by the explosion.

Even a mountain can be leveled if it is fired at the same time.

Not to mention that there are many new weapons with great power.

A large amount of ammunition poured into the land ahead, roaring like thunder gods angry. The shining fire and the bursting flesh and blood fragments made the goblins and the Qingkong tribe tremble.

The Qingkong tribe is good at space, but their spatial direction is mainly in space reinforcement, disruption, etc. Only a few talented figures can use space to transfer attacks.

But they faced too many attacks.

A Qingkong warrior waved his hand and there was a hole in front of him.

All shells fall into this hollow area and automatically dissipate.

However, the shells in the air fell like a heavy rain, and the warrior found that when he opened the foreign space, he no longer had the qualification to close it.

He tried hard to maintain it, but finally gradually couldn't hold on.

As his strength faded, the foreign space disappeared, and the next moment, a shock wave had already lifted him up. Before he could even land, more shock waves rushed to him one after another. Even when facing such a fierce shock wave, the enhanced body still resisted tenaciously. The light of the shield flashed, and the armor was weakened vigorously. Hundreds of shells could not do anything to him. But one hundred was not enough, only one thousand, and one thousand was not enough, only ten thousand!

The shells fell like endlessly. The powerful Qingkong tribe finally shouted in despair in the face of the endless rain of shells. Then an electromagnetic rail cannon flew over at a low altitude, brushed his body, and instantly tore his body in half. Then a round of bullet rain completely submerged him...

Some alien strong men luckily ran out of the range of artillery bombardment, but they were greeted by conventional minefields and a large number of tanks.

There was no change in the tactical tactics of the human position, or the only change was the order of magnitude - the qualitative change formed by quantitative transformation. In this battle, it taught everyone a lesson and let the aliens know how poor their imagination of the word "quantity firepower" was before.

Affected by this battle, perhaps those aliens with strong technology will make breakthroughs in the future in the future in the development of firepower.

However, on the other hand, this also brings a problem, that is, it is inevitable to ignore traditions, such as the cultivation of the strong.

So do the gods like it?

Judging from the serious injuries to top-level powerhouses in the past, the gods may not like it.

However, this is the price of free growth after breaking away from constraints. The rise of various alien cultures, whether you like it or not, will eventually form your own unique civilization.

From this point of view, the gods should like it.

Song Jingyang was not interested in considering the preferences of the gods. He was just venting his firepower to the fullest and venting his unhappiness in the war in time for the Jincheng.

When the massive artillery fire flattened the earth apart, the professionals of the Goblins and Qingkongs finally became desperate.

Morale collapsed at this moment and they fled in scattering.

But they were destined to not escape for long, because the other three contingents also returned, and even more because of the birth of a change...

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Jinshui River.

If anyone is more anxious to visit Jincheng than Du Huaijun, it is probably Gao Wei and Zhang Tiejun and others.

Compared with the war between Baijin City and Tianchangyuan, the war between Gaowei and Zhang Tiejun was obviously much worse.

A large number of goblins continued to launch attacks. Although they had river advantages, the United Army, whose troops were at an absolute disadvantage, was essentially suppressed and attacked.

With the help of the river, the joint army stubbornly resisted the attack of the goblins, but the offensives from both sides were tide, and one ship after another sank under the attack of the goblins.

When the morale of the goblins in the Golden City and Tianchangyuan collapsed, there was no news of Brennan's death here, and there was no idea that Golden City was in danger.

So they excitedly rushed, chased, surrounded, attacked, and used the human corpses as stepping stones for their future achievements.

They attacked frantically and rushed forward in the fire of artillery.

Magic mechas and airships are dispatched in turn, and even space fighter jets will occasionally attack.

On the cruiser "Impact", Gauwei stood above the bridge, with shells roaring above his head, and bullets and arrows shuttled through.

"The airships have been completely washed away, and the fighter planes are gone. Even the space fighter planes have dropped thirteen..." The veteran general looked at the damage to the war and looked at the other side.

A large number of goblins are still constantly supporting, as if they are endless.

Battleships were constantly catching fire and exploding in front of them, and the river was filled with professionals who fell into the water.

Some of them were killed by the goblins before they even boarded the boat. Some of them exploded as soon as they boarded the boat, and some were brought to the shore by the water waves and shock waves, which were hunted by countless goblins.

Those war goblins stood on the shore, shouting wildly, expressing their inner tyranny.

One warship after another turned into fireballs, and in just a few hours, the United Army was completely defeated.

How long can they last?

Even the old general was unsure.

"Du Huaijun and the others have not arrived in the Golden City yet?" Gao Wei asked.

"He arrived thirty minutes ago and was sieging the city." Qu Wei replied.

"Thirty minutes." Gauwei sighed.

The city of Monkey King is so big and has so many defense measures. Even if the professionals are highly efficient in combat, it would be great to be able to take it down in one day.
To be continued...