A few days ago.

The Lulai Plain is less than 500 miles away from the traditional border of the Delun Empire. Next to a big river with turbid waves, Gorkin knelt on one knee, holding a binoculars in his hand, quietly looking into the distance.

The river is several miles wide. In March, the north is completely thawed, and countless ice and snow accumulated over the long winter melt, and spring rain continues to increase the water level. The water in the river is abundant, the water is surging, and the ferry is sad.

There were originally several iron cable pontoon bridges on the river surface, but now the fortresses on both sides of the pontoon bridge are occupied by the Lucian Empire Army.

Relying on these iron cable pontoon bridges, the shirtless Lucians are crazily building more pontoon bridges. Newly built boats lined up on the river surface, and the iron cables passed through the hull with a 'rattle', and neat wooden boards were being laid on the iron cable by the Lucians with extremely high efficiency.

Teams of Lucia's army were lined up in dense queues to cross the river from several original floating bridges.

The southwest side of the river, and the Mibluthian camps.

The tent made of brand new wool felt was neatly arranged, with a bonfire in front of the tent, and a group of Lucian soldiers in dark gray coats were like a group of ferocious hyenas, scrambling around the bonfire, fighting for the newly-baked fried bacon and bread slices.

"Their food expenses have improved!"

Gorkin spitted the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, drew several marks on the map in front of him, then rolled up the map, and returned to the Imperial Army defense line behind with a team of guards.

A few days later, the steel giant ship crushed the coalition fleet, and the young Hydra hunted the descendants of the deep-sea giant demon at the same time.

Dozens of new pontoon bridges have been built, and groups of Lucian soldiers rushed over like marching ants, rushing along the pontoon bridge. They were making loud noises, waving various weapons, and did not do any rectification amid the roars of the officers. They lined up in a scattered but extremely dense team, and rushed towards the last line of defense of the Imperial Army in the Lulai Plain.

In the area with a width of thirty miles and stretching for more than ten miles, Lucian soldiers wearing large gray chairs were like migrating beasts, laughing loudly and cursing and jogging forward.

In the dense team, Lucia officers riding war horses shouted loudly, trying to find their subordinates from the chaotic team in vain.

At a little behind, on dozens of large multi-wheeled wooden platforms, in huge cowhide tents, the gorgeously decorated Lucian royal family, nobles, lords and generals sat around the conference table, urging the driving soldiers to drive these mobile combat command vehicles slowly to the front line.

On the pontoon bridge, more soldiers advanced along the pontoon bridge.

In the northeast of the floating bridge, soldiers rushed out like a tide in the camp that could not be seen at first sight, and headed towards the southwest in a mess.

When the forward of Lucia's army had approached the defense line where Gorkin was located, the Lucia army behind was still on the other side of the river and had not even walked out of the camp.

Gorkin stood in the trenches, and next to him, six high-speed machine guns lined up in a short trench of more than a hundred feet long.

In front of them, there were nine lines of defense composed of barbed wire and trenches.

The barbed wire is covered with blades, all made of the best alloy steel. It is elastic and tough, and it is impossible for ordinary soldiers to destroy it.

In front of the line of defense, there is a large black wilderness.

On the fertile land, a layer of green tender grass has just sprouted. Among the tender grass that is only half a foot tall, countless early wild flowers have already emerged, and some buds have even opened, which are very colorful and beautiful.

The Lucians are moving forward, moving forward, and moving forward continuously.

Lucia's officers were still riding and galloping, looking for their subordinates frantically.

The Lucia army, whose institutions were completely chaotic, jogged happily all the way, and gradually ran to a position less than a thousand feet away from the Imperial Army's defense line.

Gorkin and dozens of Imperial Army generals who led their subordinates to defend the front line without saying a word.

In the wilderness ahead of them, hundreds of small red flags were planted on the ground.

These red flags are hundreds of feet apart from each other, accurately marking the distance and angles on the battlefield.

The Lucians are constantly moving forward, and they are full of confidence.

Accompanied by the roar of animal power, bronze field artillery of unknown origin was transported up. About two miles away from the Imperial Army's defense line, the Lucian artillerymen were running around in a daze, trying hard to find a suitable artillery position.

Buckets of gunpowder and boxes of shells were also delivered in the chaotic logistics dispatch.

Gunpowder was piled up randomly on the positions, and in some places, thousands of barrels of gunpowder piled up into mountains.

Lucian soldiers are advancing, advancing.

They sang loudly and made great strides with smiles.

In the previous battle, they destroyed countless newly built cities and villages of the Delun Empire in the Rulai Plain. They plundered countless wealth, and everyone was full of money.

They firmly believe that they will definitely win the final victory.

They firmly believe that they will...

They approached less than three hundred feet from the Imperial Army's defense line, and a shrill sound of trumpet came from a distance, and then a sound of trumpet continued to sound everywhere in the Imperial Army's positions.

Facing the entire front of the defense line of Lucia's army, more than 8,000 high-speed machine guns sprayed out long fire chains.

Just like the Lucians standing in the grass, waving their sickle, approaching the Deren Empire's defense line position, they fell without warning. Rows of gray figures fell, and lines of gray figures fell.

There is no other sound in the world.

There was no roar, no scolding, no laughter, and no joyful singing.

Only machine guns are roaring, only...numerous new artillery is roaring.

From less than three hundred feet away from the defense line, it extends backwards and continues to extend to the barracks beside the river...

The fire chain was sweeping across, the artillery was bombarding, and one shell was falling like a heavy rain, and flames kept exploding on the ground.

The dense Lucia army disappeared.

The officers who were running on horses quickly disappeared.

On dozens of huge multi-wheeled wooden platforms, those gorgeous cow tents were also fried to pieces in the flames.

A sixth-level Lucia extraordinary man with frost and cold wind roared out, roaring into the sky, and then they were quickly covered by artillery fire. A new large-caliber cannon was like a hammer of a god of war, hitting the ground bit by bit.

Some super sixth-level superpowered ones with weaker strength were directly blown to pieces.

Some powerful people, such as the royal members of the Lucia Empire, the great lords, etc., carried the bombardment of large-caliber shells and launched a hysterical counterattack towards the Imperial Army's defense line.

Lucia, who has the ability to counterattack, has a total of about one hundred people.

The Delun Imperial Army's defense line occupied the area, and the six-eyed corroded demon wolf warriors who rose into the air and whose eyes were flashing with strange light flashed in their eyes exceeded four hundred.

In the sky, small airships appeared from the southwest.

These small airships quickly passed through the battlefield and dropped huge metal high-pressure gas cylinders above the heads of the Lucians who were running in a panic. A large amount of yellow-green mist was sprayed out from these gas cylinders.

Lucia's army became increasingly chaotic.

Countless people inhaled the yellow-green mist. They roared, pinching their throats with both hands, and twitching all over their bodies and fell to the ground.

Some people's eyes are stained with yellow-green mist, and their eyes quickly become red, swollen and corroded. Many people become blind, roaring and running around the battlefield, knocking to the ground by bullets flying from somewhere, or being shattered by a shell falling from the sky.

The small airship flew over the camps on both sides of the river, and high-pressure gas cylinders kept falling, and special white phosphorus napalm bombs fell from the air.

Poison gas was flooded, and the fire was raging. The wind blew up the fire and poison, covering two huge camps.

In just half a day, the Lucia Empire's main force in the counterattack of the Lulai Plain collapsed completely.

The Delun Empire Army slowly left the defensive position, chased the few remaining Lucian soldiers, and advanced all the way to the northeast, taking back the territory lost these days little by little, and even attacked the land of the Lucian Empire.

Gorkin rode a war horse and led the division's direct troops to pursue the northeast.

With the rumbling cannon, Gorkin turned around and looked west, and curled his lips.

"A piece of pork ribs that are a little meat but not fat enough... But, Lanyin Corridor, that's a big fat piece of meat." Gorkin shrugged: "Your Highness Isaac, that big fat piece of meat is yours."

Gorkin was thinking about Lanyin Corridor.

In the northwest province closest to the Lanyin Corridor, the Republic of Gaul led a large number of coalition forces to crash into the province in a mighty way.

Just as what happened in the Lulai Plain, the Derren Empire built a line of defense composed of barbed wire and trenches in the central area of ​​this province.

In the command center in the middle of the defense line, Isaac von Heidra Fort, who was tall, handsome and solemn, was standing in front of the huge military map in an iron-gray military coat.

"The Highlanders slowed down their attack, understandably."

Isaac grinned: "The father taught them a lesson. They had seen the power of new ordnance, so they would not fall into a second... So, they did not explain this to their allies?"

Isaac shrugged: "Then, let us welcome friends who have come from afar with the greatest enthusiasm. The Republic of Gallic? Haha... I have a premonition that they are going to become the Gaul dynasty again."

When Gorkin led his direct troops to chase after him, the elite troops of the Gaul Republic were the vanguard and hit the defense line commanded by Isaac.
Chapter completed!