On the 22nd of this year's Month of Recovery, the Dawn Aerial Battle Group began to move towards the wastelands, and the entire civilized world's full-scale counterattack against the wastelands officially kicked off.
On the northern battlefield, the Cecil Empire's mechanized corps had defeated all the Wasteland Legions north of the Magic Scorch Scar, and spread purification equipment all the way to the ruins of the former Kingdom of Gondor's northern town, Kagsula. The purification towers shone brightly on the wastelands, and the continuous barrier formed by the purification power extended all the way from the Gloom Mountains to the frontlines. The Wasteland Legions launched several fierce counterattacks in half a month, but until their northern command system was completely disintegrated, the Alliance's northern army's advance was not hindered at at all.
On the western battlefield, the aerial fortresses with the Dawn Aerial Battle Group as the flagship descended upon the wastelands like behemoths. These massive and imposing war machines silently and resolutely pushed towards the center of the wastelands, using flames and thunder from the sky to judge all filth. The Flame of Purification surged on the ground, burning the mutant legions that were still wandering the land after the collapse of the command system. The weak aerial units of the wastelands tried to resist, but they were all in vain. Under the cover of the overwhelming advantage in the air, the ground forces formed by Duke Bodwin and the Augulay Allied Army advanced steadily, and with great efficiency, they built towers with the purification components dropped by the Dawn Aerial Battle Group, and the barricade wall continued to extend in the wastelands.
On the southern battlefield, the intervention of the Cecil Expeditionary Fleet had completely stabilized the Kingdom of Kaolin's defense line, and the Southern Allied Army was able to concentrate all their forces on the Constellation Fortress. The Siren Expeditionary Force from the deep sea became the Southern Allied Army's greatest aid in their advance. The fearless Deep Sea Warriors raised huge waves in the wastelands, and after the waves, the Silver-Elven Magisters and the Kaolin Kingdom's craftsmen built three purification towers in a few days, and the barricade wall's operation dispelled the winter's haze on the southern battlefield.
On the eastern front, the old powerhouse Typhon showed its strength in this cruel war. The Winterwolf Legion, the National Knight Legion, and the Magisters Legion formed a powerful vanguard, and under Andesha Wendell's lead, they fought their way into the eastern wastelands of the former Kingdom of Gondor, and set up seven purification towers along the way. Even after the baptism of the Divine Calamity and the cruel internal purges and reshuffling of power, Typhon was still the same old Typhon. When the Month of Resurgence entered the middle, the eastern army in the wastelands was still engaged in a fierce and cruel head-on battle with Typhon's vanguard, and the Typhon Legion never stopped moving forward.
The situation of the war was still unclear, and the terrible forces entrenched in the wastelands were still fiercely resisting. But the scholars who recorded the history had realized that no matter when the dust of the war settled, this spring would be the biggest turning point.
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The living sea of flames caused by the Inferno Incendiary Bomb had gradually died down, but the scorching breath that remained on the ground after the flames flowed still steamed the dry wasteland. Amidst the billowing heat, the air appeared to be in a distorted lens state, and the distant horizon appeared to be shaking. For normal people, it was quite an unbearable environment, but for the well-equipped Alliance soldiers who were fully equipped with protective equipment, it was the best battlefield for them to vent their anger and revenge.
The heavy tanks let out a low roar as the steel tracks rolled forward. Under the dim light, the group of Warhammer-II tanks rumbled forward like a group of armored behemoths. The dry and hot wind rolled up the dry and coarse sand, slapping on the gray-black armor plates of the main battle tanks. The turrets adjusted their angles in the hot wind, and the long acceleration rails pointed at a small group of black-red monsters that were crawling out from behind the boulders and ruins in the distance. With a flash of blue light from the charging device, the magic crystal cannons let out an ear-piercing whistle in the air, and after a short delay, they landed and exploded, sending the monsters that were lucky enough to survive the bombardment into the sky.
The more scattered monsters that were lucky enough to survive were met with the light howitzers of the steel ambassadors, the rapid missile launchers, and the concentrated heat rays of the infantry. Before they could even let out a hoarse roar, they had already turned into gray-black smoke that scattered on the ground, and dissipated with the wind when the next hot wind blew.
Behind the ground troops, Duke Bodwin Franklin jumped down from the tank and looked up at the dark land shrouded in dirty clouds. The protective layer of the Breeze Shield shone around him, isolating the environment from the heat and potentially poisonous gases. A soldier in light infantry armor with the insignia of the Cecil Empire on his chest came up to him and reported loudly. "My lord, the battlefield on the ground has been cleared. The airdrop site is safe!"
Duke Bodwin nodded and looked at the other side of the battlefield. "How is King Wycliffe?"
"The battle over there is also over. His Majesty Wycliffe's engineers are building the fortifications and assembling the ground signal station."
"Looks like the Augorians are getting used to it …" Duke Bodwin nodded and looked up at the sky. The Dawn of the Earthly Dawn was hovering above him as it slightly adjusted its angle and position. The twelve Gorgonian fortresses were like small 'floating islands' floating around the huge fortress, while countless dragoons patrolled around the air force like a swarm of bees. Countless cannons were pointed at the distant wasteland, and if the monsters dared to come again, lightning and fire would surely destroy them all.
On the other side of the battlefield, King Wycliffe was looking at the rolling shadows in the distance from the edge of the battlefield. It looked like a strange mountain range with many gaps, but in fact, it was a molten city. The terrible ruins were the shocking scars left behind by the great explosion of Gondor. The scholar accompanying him told him that it was because the Deepblue magic went out of control and detonated the main energy supply node in the city, and the magic backlash from the node melted the entire city into its present terrible state. And such a terrible scene could be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Gondor.
Even after seven hundred years, everything in the wasteland still sent chills down the spines of everyone who saw it.
"Your Majesty, the surrounding area has been cleared." A soldier came from the side and reported, interrupting Wycliffe's thoughts. "The Dawn of the Earthly Dawn has sent a message asking if they can accept the airdrop."
"Reply, the site is ready. We can accept the airdrop at any time." Wycliffe nodded. Just as his voice trailed off, there was a sudden movement in the wreckage not far away. A mutant with only half of its body left suddenly climbed up from the ground. The ferocious mutant let out a chaotic roar and lunged at them with a horrifying twist. The soldier beside him was shocked and immediately pulled out his sword, but his king reacted faster than him. Wycliffe raised his arm, and the mechanical device made a slight noise. A black muzzle appeared in his alloy palm, and with a sharp whistle, three consecutive arcane missiles blew the monster's broken body into pieces.
Wycliffe retracted his arm, and under the direct control of his nervous system, the deformation mechanism in his palm quickly returned to its original state. He turned to the soldier and said, "Be careful. These monsters are terrifyingly strong. They will not die completely even if they are blown in two. Only when the bones begin to smoke will they be considered dead. Tell the soldiers to pay attention to all the wreckage that has not completely dissipated. Do not miss a single piece of flesh."
"… Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately responded and ran to the back of the camp. Wycliffe watched as the soldier left, and then looked up at the floating fortress in the air.
After a period of learning and running-in, the soldiers had finally adapted to the battle style of the Cecil people. It was a tactic they had never encountered before. With the Dawn Cruiser as the lead, the air force would enter first and use bombardment to clear out all the large units and most of the assembly points in the target area. Then, the heavy armored forces would enter and clear out the surviving enemy strongholds and hidden facilities. The infantry units and light tanks would enter last to complete the occupation of the target and the subsequent construction of the camp. Throughout the entire process, the flying machines would always maintain the suppression of the entire area. The Cecil people called it 'air supremacy'.
Air supremacy was necessary because the Wasteland Legion had their own flying units. Those "Swollen Polluters" that were swollen and could cast spells were vulnerable in front of the air fortresses, but they were still a terrifying threat when faced with pure ground troops without air cover.
Frankly speaking, this was not the battle that Aurelia's soldiers had imagined at first. In most cases, the monsters that could survive the aerial bombardment and tank bombardment were so rare that the soldiers did not even need to engage in close combat. Those sporadic aberrations would often fall under the barrage of light weapons as soon as they showed up. The bloody battle and revenge that they had imagined did not even have a chance to happen. At first, the soldiers were not used to it, but soon, the discomfort disappeared.
The aberrations that were torn apart under the bombardment of heavy artillery and the behemoths that were turned into ashes under the blazing flames could also comfort the victims of the Falm Fortress. Although those monsters were not necessarily killed by the soldiers themselves, the way they died now was many times more miserable than being killed by swords. That was not bad.
Wycliffe looked down at his mechanical arm that was glowing with silver light. Feeling the surging power between the alloy skeleton and the artificial nerves, his fingers slowly clenched and loosened.
Above him, a flash of light appeared on the edge of the Dawn Cruiser. A frame structure the size of a house detached from the floating fortress. The anti-gravity ring on the edge of the frame glowed with a faint blue light as the whole device quickly fell to the ground.
Immediately afterward, more airdrop structures were detached from the air fortress. With the help of the one-time anti-gravity components, these huge "parts" roared in the air, passing through the foul air above the battlefield, passing through the rising heat waves on the ground, and finally landing in a predetermined area near the ground forces after the final deceleration phase.
After the anti-gravity ring was shut down, the gravity adjustment runes of the airdrop structure would continue to operate for a period of time. During this process, the engineers would transport the components to the appropriate location, and with the help of the large construction machinery and the dragoons, they would assemble it into a purification tower standing on the ground — the node of the barricade wall.
The whole process took about twenty-four hours. Compared to other purification towers built by normal means, this speed was unimaginably fast.
The images from the surface were gathered in the control hall where the Cortex Prime was located through nerve conduction, and then projected in front of the main console through the magic network terminal connected to the bioplasmic tank. Rebecca stared at the airdrop components flying all the way to the ground, watching them decelerate and land under the drive of the anti-gravity ring. She watched the engineering team responsible for receiving the airdrop components on the ground. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"The 'goods' have been delivered to the ground." She looked up and looked at Gina Prince standing not far away. "They will start assembling soon."
"Then we have something to do soon." Gina Prince, who was standing in the commander's seat, nodded gently. Her eyes, however, fell on another set of holographic projections. The holographic projections that were arranged in a circle presented the vast wasteland around the entire space combat cluster. Within the range captured by the sensor device (the big eyes around the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn), some vague black spots were gradually converging, faintly showing signs of converging into a tide.
The Wasteland Legion did not fear death. Although they were controlled by the Dark Priests, after suffering a few losses from the Cecil's long-range and ultra-long-range firepower, the Dark Priests had learned to hide further behind the Wasteland Legion. They completely relied on the network of roots to control the Wasteland Legion from afar. As a result, the only creatures the Alliance could hit within range were the Aberrations and Biochemical Monsters that were not afraid of death.
No matter how heavy and ferocious the attacks were, the monsters would quickly organize themselves and launch counterattacks again and again.
To be honest, such counterattacks were meaningless, but the mutants never cared about this. They were an extension of the wasteland, a part of the wasteland, a "thing" bred in this strange environment that had turned into a foreign land. As long as the wasteland was still running, the mutants would always maintain a certain number. Whether it was the supercritical accelerator or the inferno incendiary bomb, they were like boulders thrown into the water. Even if they could repel the water in an area the moment they were thrown into the water, the same amount of water in the pond would quickly fill the gap in the next moment. So the enemy never cared about the results of their counterattacks.
Even if the waves of monsters could not affect the Alliance forces' advance at all, they would still come in waves.
Because the commanders behind them believed that no matter how overwhelming the Alliance forces were in every battle, the "cost" of the battle itself was constantly accumulating. The spirit of the soldiers, the consumption of ammunition, the social pressure of maintaining the wartime system of each country … all these would not be reset with victory, but would continue to accumulate on the entire civilized world and gradually become a burden.
In contrast, the cost of the wasteland army was that their space of movement was constantly shrinking. And in the vast homeland of Gondor, the wasteland army could "pay" many more costs.
At this point, the initial momentum and fanaticism had faded, and the commander of the wasteland army seemed to have clearly understood the nature of the battle.
When the giants wrestled, the exhausted would die.
"Start assembling the inferno incendiary bomb." Jin Na took a soft breath. "Precharge the supercritical accelerator and wait for the launch command."
(End of Chapter)
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