Call of Eschatology

The **** battlefield made Fran look dizzy and stare at Venus.

After just an hour, a large group of elite violent demons poured out from the gate of the Demon Realm, which brought huge casualties to the battlefield. Fortunately, under the suppression of strong forces such as space-based weapons and Qin Tian, ​​nothing had been done. Irreparable consequences.

But the damage is obvious-countless soldiers blood stained the territory, although the number of casualties is not as severe as it was just now, but it is enough to cover the earth with a red mark.

After another hour ...

The two heavy artillery were lifted from the gate of the Demon Realm by the Demon Clan. Even though the prepared Void Fleet disintegrated the offensive as soon as possible, but after two rounds of outbreaks, the artillery positions were still smashed into pieces. The artillery fire After a short pause of several minutes, the attack was reorganized.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the demons' cannon fodder screamed across the blockade and rushed into the line of defense composed of Yanjing soldiers, bringing tremendous pressure and horrific casualties to the entire line.

Until this round subsided, tens of thousands of three dragons crawled out of the gate of the demon world ...

Fran sat in the headquarters and watched the **** meat grinder run wildly. Countless lives were stuffed into it, turned into blood mud, and cleaned up by artillery and energy.

The chaos of this scale lasted for three days ...

During the period, the Demon replenished the elite several times. Yanjing also launched another seven rounds of reinforcements. The people in the battlefield had long red eyes, and the artillery fire and shouting were almost shocking until Fran swept with Yu Guang. Turned aside the level shackle monitoring device.

In just three days, the progress of breaking the yoke has increased by 0.1%.

Seeing this, Fran couldn't help taking a sigh of relief. He looked at the magic tide that did not stop, and finally couldn't help but make another decision.

"Enable the Robot War Corps, the Clone Corps, and the Souls."

Obviously only Fran himself was in the chief command room, but this sentence, Fran spoke in a deliberative tone.

Just because Fran, the chief commander, just fools other people's furnishings-in the absence of Wen Yu, the real control of the overall situation must be Lin Haifeng, who is a super brain.

Hearing Fran's decision, the light flashed on the display. For a moment, Lin Haifeng's face appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

"It's not impossible, just ..."

Lin Haifeng hesitated, seeming to be thinking about something. At this moment, the magical blast erupted in the gate of the Demon Realm on the screen. Thousands of ancient demons broke through the boundaries, and behind him, there were several looks. Extremely weird soul.

This scene is not uncommon in these three days, and every time the elite sent out, it will put a lot of pressure on the defense line.

It's like dancing on the tip of a knife. This kind of ups and downs, great sorrows and joys, especially after witnessing the tragic casualties on the front line, Fran, who has the perspective of God, can imagine the great psychological pressure.

"We have better cards. Sending mechanical corps and clone corps can not only reduce the casualties on the front battlefield, but also suppress the broken progress of the level yoke. Within three days, the level yoke has been destroyed by 0.1%. Once this kind of The war goes on, and after a few years, the Ninth-level yoke will be opened. What's worse, at that time, our war potential is likely to be consumed to an extent that we can no longer afford large-scale wars. "

Fran speaks very fast, and the logic in the words is very correct-although it is a consultation, but by looking at Fran's firm eyes, he knows that he has decided.

With mechanical cards, clones, and other cards, the front battlefield obviously does not need to die to fight, in other words, maybe in the end, in the last few days, countless horrible soldiers must be carried on Fran's head.

He relented ...

In fact, Fran now does not really understand what Lin Haifeng is hesitating ... Maybe Lin Haifeng himself does not understand what he is hesitating.

It's just that I have a bad hunch through my heart, super computational power, and can even turn to peek into the future, but this future is always blurred-known clues are still too few.

For a long while, Lin Haifeng briefly cast aside his hesitation, and finally nodded.

"You issue orders ..."

After hearing that, Fran finally relieved.

...

With the issuance of the order, Yanjing soon took a new step on the front line.

The roar of the sky sounded, and numerous transport planes crossed the sky. They flew to the high place, then opened the bilge, and the iron boxes with parachutes rushed down one after another.

These iron boxes were in midair and naturally faced many attacks, but under the suppression of Yanjing air defense fire, more than 80% of the boxes still landed on the ground battlefield.

With the sound of mechanical humming, these iron boxes that fell to the ground changed their shape quickly. After a short moment, these square iron boxes grew hands and crawlers.

The square body, shimmering with cold light heavy armor, sturdy cannons, six-barreled machine guns, and chain blades, turned these iron boxes into violent war weapons in an instant!

With the louder roar, these tank-like heavy robots started to operate under the control of Lin Haifeng. They split the battlefield and the artillery roared. With strong firepower and sturdy armor, they stood up in a short time The offensive of the demons cannon fodder, and quickly launched a counterattack!

I saw smoke and dust rising suddenly on the battlefield. After the dust scattered, a large group of artillery-level monsters, like wheat, were harvested neatly!

In the command room, Fran shook his fist fiercely, and then a series of orders were issued from his mouth.

Soon, heavier footsteps sounded in the distance from the battlefield. I saw humanoid robots nearly three meters tall, holding machine guns and high-energy flamethrowers. Holding a steel knife, he rushed towards the front of the battlefield expressionlessly, and to the rear, the earth was flying, and the ground was tumbling, and sand and stones were flying.

Mech War Corps, Clone Corps, Mountain Corps.

Among the three, the first two are Yanjing's conventional weapons reserves, the number of which can be called a huge amount, and the strength of the individual is under the auspices of science and technology. From the point of view of the current fighting intensity, these guys are more than enough to replace the frontline army and to withstand the pressure of the magic tide.

What's even better is that their death will not cause any damage to the level shackles-this is the meaning and value of these things.