Merida, whose full name is "The Supreme, Ancient and Loyal City of Merida", is the capital of the Spanish Extremadura Autonomous Region and one of the most beautiful ancient Roman cities in Spain. This city was built by the original Romans on its strategic roads.

Merida is still on the main traffic road. It is the east gate of Badajos and an important hub for transportation with Madrid.

And now, there are only one thousand Republicans guarding in Merida.

Originally, there was an international column guarding the city. When Badajos was in a hurry, the international column rushed to assist Badajos. Only the local defenders were left here.

The Spanish soldiers were concentrated in the north and south directions outside the city. They built trenches. Although the battle here has not started yet, it can be imagined that once Badajoz falls, the rebels will definitely think of Merida gathering!

Although winter is about to enter, the atmosphere of preparation for war is still very warm. Some Spanish citizens are also mobilized to dig trenches together. They take off their tops, wear only vests, and swing shovels to work.

"We have to strengthen it here!" Company Commander Cervantes shouted loudly: "The above must be reinforced with logs to resist the bombing! Now, you can't even defend against a grenade!"

The fierce battle over Badajos made Cervantes very anxious. He knew that there was not much time left for his side.

Moreover, if Badajos could not defend himself, the thousand people on his side would not be able to defend his current place! The outcome would be obvious, and they might all die here in battle!

This is a cruel damn war!

At this moment, a buzzing sound rang out from a distance. He looked up and glanced at him. Cervantes shouted loudly: "Hurry, hide, the bomber of the Condor Legion!"

Some time ago, the bombers of the Condor Legion destroyed the nearby air base, and dozens of fighter planes were blown up. In the later retaliation operation, a group of Madrid's bombers and fighter planes were killed.

The loss this time was really a damaging one's head. Before the next batch of supported fighter jets arrived, the Republican Army had severely lacked fighter jets, so the current air supremacy was almost handed over to the Condor Legion.

Looking at the planes coming from the south, Cervantes knew that the situation was not good. He greeted his subordinates and immediately avoided the air defense!

Dodge those planes!

At this time, we are getting closer. Those biplane aircraft are the common He51s that were used to be. Why have you never seen those single-plane aircraft?

Here, there was panic.

Many soldiers only picked up weapons after the outbreak of the civil war, while citizens came from voluntary labor, and they were not mentally prepared at all.

"Hurry, run!" Several citizens threw down their shovels and tried to run in panic.

"Lying down, lying down!" a Republican soldier shouted. He ran a few quick steps to press these citizens to the ground. A terrible whistle sounded behind him.

The sounds made by those single-wing bombers when diving are extremely frightening!

Hearing the terrifying voice behind him, even some of the Republican soldiers lost their minds, stood up, and wanted to retreat.

Too scary!

"Boom!" The Stuka bomber dropped the bomb and accurately dropped it on the air defense fortification just built in the trench. In an instant, the entire air defense fortification was blown away, and a large pit with a diameter of one meter was blown up on the ground!

The debris of the bomb flew, and the citizens who were still running just now were blown away by the explosion air waves, and then they felt the pain in their backs.

Blood flowed out. They screamed and rolled on the ground. Compared to those who could no longer speak, they were still lucky.

"Dadada." Not far away, on an anti-aircraft machine gun position, angry Republican soldiers raised their machine guns and opened fire violently into the sky!

"Go to die, the miscellaneous people of the Condor Legion!" The soldiers operating the machine gun shouted, constantly pulling the trigger, and the yellow-coloured shell came out from the other end of the machine gun and scattered beside them.

"Boom!" Obviously, the machine gun position here was noticed by the planes in the air. A Stuka bomber dived down, and a small bomb on one side of the wing was thrown down.

The machine gunner's body flew across the board, and the anti-aircraft machine gun fell aside.

There is a sea of ​​fire everywhere on the entire position, which is simply a hell on earth!

The monoplane flew over, the biplane flew over, and continued to drop the bombs. The entire position was like it was plowed.

"Is there anyone alive?" Cervantes shouted loudly, "Is this scene sad for him, is he the only one who survived?"

"I almost died." A veteran gasp came out of the trench beside him: "The bombs of these people are too high!"

"There are no anti-aircraft guns, only anti-aircraft guns can fuck them!" One voice after another kept ringing.

There was no total army, and there were more than a hundred people left! Cervantes looked at the standing people, many of them were veterans, and the first bombing caused a large number of new recruits to fall.

Sitting back into the trenches heavily, Cervantes took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a sip. When nicotine entered his lungs, he felt extremely satisfied.

With a bombing, our position was shaking. After the bombing, the opponent was about to come up!

Those rebels and those noodle soldiers, after I finish smoking this cigarette, I will have a big fight with you!

However, weren’t the rebels besieged Badajoz? Why did they come here? It’s really strange.

At this moment, he felt the slight tremor of the ground.

What's going on?

"Oh, God, what is that?" The other soldiers were also smoking. One soldier poked his head out and saw the dust on the horizon in the distance. He immediately exclaimed.

What is that?

It can be seen from the naked eye that the tanks are rushing over! The size of those tanks is much larger than that of the Italians! At this time, the tanks are moving in combat formations, and black smoke is coming from their tails. The engine is exerting force, and their tracks are rotating, and they are invincible!

The high gun barrel is thick and long! It must be at least 50 mm thick! In this era, which kind of tank has such terrible firepower?

The tanks of the Noodle Army are just machine guns, and even guns, they are at most 37mm!

The huge monsters in front of them were beyond their imagination. The old fried dough sticks who were not afraid in front of the bomber realized that what they had encountered was a terrifying monster that was even more difficult to deal with!
Chapter completed!