My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2666 -889: Kirov Reporting – Additional Release for “Little Lamb” [3/10] (3)

Murphy also looked up, gazing at the black and red airship that had already ascended to bombing altitude. With a cinematic flair, he tossed his hair, allowing a player to capture a perfect photo, and said softly:

“The Wolf People will experience the wrath of the Heavenly Fire from Transylvania, and from now on, this vast sky will become the new frontier of Transylvania…

Come on!

Roar.”

“Target locked! Bombing begins!”

Old Qin shouted from high above, and pressed the bomb release switch.

The lower deck of the black and red airship opened up, exposing thirty-nine bomb bays under the mechanical workings, heavy incendiary bombs mounted on the bomb rails entered the drop windows, glinting with a destructive cold light in the sky, their tops painted bright red.

Some incendiary bombs were even painted with “words of blessing” by workers from the arsenal.

The first batch of incendiary bombs whistled down along the flight path of the airship, accelerating under gravity, the buzzers mounted on them emitting hellish shrieks in the air.

The first incendiary bomb dropped grew larger and clearer in the amazed gaze of the Jackal Barbarian Soldiers below, until the moment it was about to hit ground, the Wolf People saw crooked words on the bomb:

“Bastards, welcome to Transylvania, welcome to hell!”

“Boom”

There’s no way the Wolf People understood those words, but that didn’t stop them from feeling the full malice packed within the words as gigantic flames exploded shortly after.

In the cheers of players and NPCs, a long line of fire erupted on the front battlefield.

The first round of thirty-nine heavy incendiary bombs lit up the sea of Wolf People in front of the Lord’s position with flames, cutting them apart with a stance that annihilates everything. Even with the blessing of The Master of Hunting’s will, the Wolf People’s advance paused slightly.

And witnessing all this, General Kudell poetically described:

“The era of classical warfare that pursued numerical superiority ends at this moment…”

“Boom”

The flames from the second round of land bombardment executed by the Merchant Dynasty ship perfectly responded to Kudell’s sentiment, making the Civilian Protection Officer shake his head and charge forward with a heavy sword.

He knew, this battle was already won.

Further back on the battlefield, General Flandres stared blankly at the armed airship, which like a fire god dominating the sky, freely dropped the fires of destruction onto the ground. Even knowing it was a war behemoth of the Transia People, at that moment, General “Vulture’s Claw” was still profoundly shocked.

He had seen airships of the Half-body Man, and knew the Transia People already possess airborne bombs capable of incinerating large areas at once.

But he never imagined the destruction and impact would be this strong when the two were combined. As a true veteran and excellent commander, Brigadier General Flanders seemed to already see the future of formations of dozens of armed airships sweeping across the battlefield.

He knew the mode of warfare had quietly changed, and as a soldier from the old era, he really couldn’t keep up with the Transia People’s attempts to dominate the sky, relying not on the wings of the Blood Vulture but on something even more terrifying.

At this moment, Flanders truly realized it was time for him to retire.

But the feeling of loss was soon replaced by an indescribable excitement. He didn’t need to feel sad about his exit because the present Transylvania no longer needed the Blood Servant General to lead Armed Blood Servants in repeated assaults to achieve hard-won victories.

His era was over, but the future was exceptionally bright!

More fortunate was that he was able to witness this moment as a pioneer, a part of the transition between the old and the new era.

“Hahaha! Our army has won!”

The old general raised his sword with all his might and shouted:

“Transylvania dominates the sky, our army has won! Soldiers, charge with me! Kill all the enemies!”

As the Transia People charged madly towards the blazing battlefield with extreme fervor, on the deck of Ironheart Annihilator suspended above the command center, Soy Milk White, dressed in a very peculiar commander uniform, watched with a critical gaze at the “paratroopers” delivered to the deck by the vampires.

He elongated his voice and said:

“My ship was ordered to execute the ‘airborne decapitation’ plan. The target is the Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves hidden deep in the positions. I don’t want my ship’s first battle to end in failure, so everyone… please perform properly soon!”