Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality - Chapter 622

(The author has returned home now. I didn’t update for a week because of various problems… But now I’m home, so the updates will be back to normal.)

(Plus the author has obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I can’t write well, I don’t want to write at all. I get stuck there, QWQ.)

(It’s so hard to create when I’m not in a good state.)

The main defense line of the fortress.

Looking down from the sky, they are like mercury pouring on the ground, and the long queue is advancing along the hills and gullies on the ground.

It evaporates as fast as mercury in front of rapid-fire weapons, and after evaporation, a new round of silver light fills the gap under its fanatical faith.

The flowing mercury divides into hundreds of branches, flowing forward bit by bit along the existing hills and gullies.

Just as the paladins are convinced.

When the army of the Church drags the enemy into the meat-crushing war they are most familiar with, the casualties of both sides will quickly close in close combat.

The tip of the water shadow fork was constantly approaching the main defense line where the muzzle flames of the field artillery kept lighting up. The machine gunners had to switch their firepower from destroying the target to suppressing it under the close attack of the priests and the saints.

“This is the main defense line, the garrison of the Seventh Division, we need heavy firepower support!” The commander of the Seventh Division grabbed the radio communicator and shouted angrily: “The first line of defense was broken too quickly, and the enemy is quickly approaching the main defense line along the traffic trench.”

The field artillery and heavy machine gun fortress seemed a little tired when facing such a large-scale attack.

“Please hold your position. Two reserve division-level units have been deployed for support. If necessary, you can abandon the entire main defense line and shrink to the fortress.” The staff officer on the other end still answered without emotion.

The two new divisions on the battlefield were barely able to stabilize the current defense line. The steam spider support wing welded with heavy armor instantly curbed the offensive momentum of the Church.

“But if we abandon the outer main defense belt, we will lose 70% of our firepower. Many field guns and machine guns on the fortress can’t reach the approaching melee troops…”

“Please make your own decision. Your battle mission is to ensure that the fortress will not fall.” The staff officer looked at the order he received: “The outer main defense line can also be abandoned. We will be responsible for the recovery work.”

“…” The commander of the 7th Division looked at the extinguished radio and sighed.

“The headquarters said when the support will arrive. The trench cleaners are not enough. Damn it, my steam spider troops are all smashed in to hold the defense line.”

Gao Yu, covered in blood, kicked open the door of the headquarters. With his left hand, he threw the half-remaining trench shotgun in his hand into the corner, and with his right hand, he threw the undead lord Huixia, who was almost cut in half, onto the chair.

The number of heavy machine gun bullets carried by the steam spider is limited. When the bullets are used up, this batch of mechanical constructs can only rush in and fight the enemy in close combat.

The high-temperature steam they rely on will eventually run out, and the weak parts of the mechanical structure can be easily destroyed by melee weapons.

“It’s really troublesome for those birdmen to cooperate with the ground advance. It’s not enough to just keep an eye on the ground, but we have to shoot down those things in the sky. I don’t want my people to die in this garbage meat-crushing war.”

If it was just a simple trench battle, they could hold on.

But the winged birdmen are too troublesome.

“No, they asked us to retreat to the fortress. Can the griffin knights in your regiment hold on? Harass the two high-level combat forces on the opposite side?” The commander of the Seventh Division asked.

Gao Yu shook his head.

“The griffin knights have tried to behead the holy warriors on the opposite side, and not even one came back. It just delayed their pace of advancement a little… We should indeed withdraw to the defense line and wait for the higher-level units on the opposite side to find a way to deal with them… My chemical defense support troops can still hold on for a while.”

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“Hu…ha…”

What the hell is this thing.

The Templar drew out his long sword from his azure crystal pupils, watching the magic sparks under his crystal pupils gradually extinguish, and the twitching steel limbs stopped moving.

The high-temperature steam that spread along the wet ground due to the shutdown rose with an unpleasant smell.

His entire team was almost slaughtered by this thing in the encounter that lasted less than 20 seconds, and the flames spewing from the opponent’s back barely gave the team a second to react.

And he, in the tens of seconds that the Redemption Army fought for, stabbed the monster’s crystal core, which looked very fragile, with his long sword.

A sword fell and smashed the core.

The long sword pried open the fragments of the crystal blue core, and the Templar fiddled with the mechanical structure inside that he couldn’t understand at all.

It was completely different from the manned mecha they had killed in the defense line before.

This was a pure, soulless automatic machine without any human operation.

“Click.”

The sound of the mechanical structure rotating sounded, and the Templar subconsciously raised the protective shield to resist the attack.

It was not a rifle bullet.

With heat and the sound of wind disturbance.

The penetrating heat flow bypassed the shield and poured down from above, engulfing the exhausted Templar.

Before he was completely engulfed by the flames, he only saw a human with two strange fuel tanks and an ugly mask standing on a higher ground, pointing a long-barreled weapon in his hand at him.

Gao Yu originally wanted to come to this unit just to clean up the corpses, because there was no place for the chemical defense unit on the battlefield, and they could only do “chemical defense” work. Now he found that the flamethrowers played a greater role in the trenches than shotguns.

And it is an irreplaceable cleaning and control role.

This group of flamethrowers wearing gas masks pulled the mechanical trigger, and the viscous oil mixed with sparks gushed out of the nozzle to block the gap in the attack, and ignited everything in the sight of the thick glass.

Chemical defense force.

A trench cleaning unit developed by the ground lord, equipped with a large-capacity viscous oil fuel tank, using a spray gun to fire a strong contaminant incineration flame.

The range is only a pitiful thirty meters.

But each flamethrower can contain a forward-penetrating church army by himself in a short period of time, and the alternately sprayed oil falls in the straight trench, successfully creating a wall of fire that is difficult to extinguish.

Wood, rotten cloth, and even human beings themselves.

This battlefield is full of flammable materials.

They can all burn under the oil, turning into high temperature and poisonous smoke.

The chemical defense force is igniting the battlefield, using flames to create an isolation barrier to buy time for the retreating main force to retreat.

Waiting for the support from the night sky to arrive again.