"The big river..."

Sergeant Latopis sighed softly. He first rubbed his clothes that were filled with stones and dust, then clapped his hands, took out a can, pried it open, and then ignored the coldness of the food inside, and started eating.

Started stuttering.

He was not in a hurry to chew, but first slowly ground up bites of food with his tongue, and then swallowed it bit by bit. His tongue would occasionally brush over the cavities between his teeth. That was from past experience.

The traces left behind: Those bastards in the logistics will not distribute good things until the critical moment. It is completely normal for there to be some little surprise in the can that will make people "stunned".

The sergeant turned his head and spit out something that looked like a white stone. He tried hard not to think about what it was.

After making sure there was nothing, he started chewing, trying to get the flavor of roots and artificial seasoning from the bland food.

"Won't you have some, Lieutenant?"

"You haven't eaten in a long time."

After his mouth was filled with paste, Latobis spoke vaguely. He turned to look at Tigray, only to find that the ensign just shook his head and concentrated on stroking the scar on his chest, where it should have been.

There is a closely guarded pocket that contains Tigray's letters from home and his connection to the past.

Latopis didn't say much. He opened a can and placed it next to Tigray. Then he opened another can for himself and stuffed as much food as possible into his mouth. At this time, his

My heart felt relaxed like never before.

Yes, relaxed and comfortable.

Since their original defensive position was breached last night, Latobis and Tigray were running like headless flies in the desert. They did not dare to take the slightly flatter roads, and only dared to travel in the barren mountains and rivers.

After a difficult trek, the two cannon fodders fled for their lives in almost no time. They relied on the touch of stars and wind to barely discern the direction, ate the last food and water in a daze, and hid together in the shadow of those huge rocks to take a nap.

, or avoid the search of those Ran Dan fighter planes cruising in the sky.

Finally, after almost fifteen Terra standards, just when Lathobis was considering whether to throw away the gun to reduce weight, they saw the big river and the bridge.

The sergeant almost forgot what happened next. He vaguely remembered that they ran towards the position roaring like crazy savages, and then were pushed down to the sand by the panicked defenders. Then there were countless people, countless pairs of pupils, and countless mouths.

, appeared around him one after another, flashing and talking, making his already not sober mind become even more groggy.

When he remembered it again, he was already sitting in a room, opposite the bridge's supreme garrison commander. Latobis even saw a tall warrior standing in the shadow of the room.

Oh my god, it's the Angel of Death. This is the first time he's been so close to them.

The garrison commander took the trouble to ask many questions, such as names, numbers, units, experiences in the past twenty-four Terra standards, etc. Lathobis was able to answer some of them, but the rest could only shake his head numbly.

But he remembered that when he told his troops and positions, the commander's face showed uncontrollable surprise.

"Highland No. 42 was broken through by the enemy around five o'clock last night..."

He heard the commander's muttering.

"No one from the 33rd regiment stationed inside escaped."

Only then did Latobis finally remember in his chaotic mind that he was a member of that army, stationed in the so-called highland position, but this was no longer important. He recalled what he had done when escaping.

After seeing the scenes and pictures, I was not surprised that except for the two of them, no one survived.

The death angel seemed to nod, and then Latopis was sent out. He was stuffed with several cans and rows of bullets, and under the leadership of a soldier, he stumbled to a new trench.

, and then he found Tigray already waiting for him, and the second lieutenant's arms were also filled with cans and bullets.

Next, they became the stars in the trenches. From officers to non-commissioned officers to soldiers, everyone wanted to see these two [veterans] who had fought against Ran Dan's army. They came together in groups, talking all over the place.

They discussed the news they knew, heard, or even guessed. During their arguments and tellings, Latobis vaguely realized what had happened.

Ran Dan's attack probably started at noon yesterday. Before their positions suffered, they had already wiped out countless fortresses and battle lines. This kind of massacre and invasion continued until midnight before stopping for a while. At that time, there were already

Most of the world has been taken over by these aliens.

Some people said that more than 500,000 people were killed by Ran Dan in yesterday's battle, others said it was 800,000, and some even swore that they might be the last full-scale army in the world, and Ran Dan had already

Killed more than two million people.

The last one is obviously nonsense. Lathobis knows very well that the so-called 23rd Regiment of Kranos only has a total of more than one million people, and besides these hapless defense forces, there is not even a single civilian in the world.

But another topic soon occupied the center of the discussion: the soldiers in the communications class said that they heard from other regiments that at least hundreds of death angels went out in groups last night. Some people said that they were

There was a fierce battle with Ran Dan's army in the largest valley on Sabis 4. It is said that they won, but some people said that they lost. Anyway, what is certain is that when they came back, those who died

The number of angels was obviously reduced, and Ran Dan's offensive remained strangely sluggish throughout the latter half of the night and early in the morning, and no new attack was launched.

But there are also some who say the opposite: Maybe those angels of death were defeated, and they were all caught by Ran Dan's aliens and eaten alive.

He was then dragged away by two military disciplinary officers.

After being so frightened, most people no longer wanted to continue gossiping. Latobis could finally take a good rest. He slept for a few hours and was awakened by a strong sense of hunger around three o'clock in the afternoon, and then stiffened.

He straightened up and began to eat and load bullets.

Everything was actually the same as before, but Latobis felt a sense of peace of mind, a peace of mind built from safety and comfort.

He knew that this was a lie, a deception that obscured his self-awareness. He knew that somewhere where he could not see, Ran Dan's army was rampaging, and might come here soon, making him repeat what happened yesterday.

But when he saw the many soldiers beside him, when he leaned on the thick earth fortress, he still felt at ease: he would rather not think about anything, not to think about the battle that he could not escape, not to think about Ran.

The horror of Dan is just immersed in the short-term and wonderful comfort.

This feeling is really addictive.

Latropis even wanted to laugh. In fact, he felt the humblest joy.

And this happiness only lasted a few seconds.

Because when he raised his head again, he found strange planes appearing at the end of his field of vision.

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【Killing...】

No, duel.

【massacre……】

no no……

【anger……】

It should be honor, a decent fight and death!

【Ah, honor...】

Carmen rubbed his head. He felt a little uncomfortable, not physically, but mentally.

【honor……】

【duel……】

The voice seemed to have found a trick, and it began to whisper things that Carmen could not deny.

[Overlord] looked gloomy, lowered his head, and listened to the auxiliary officer's report: the deployment of vanguards, fighter planes, artillery positions, and scientific troops.

But it didn't care at all. Its mind and chest were tortured by constant whispers, and it was constantly eager to wield the sharp blade in its hand. For a moment, it couldn't even suppress this desire.

[Swinging the knife...]

【Just wave the knife and let the donated blood flow.】

For a moment, whether it was the nagging auxiliary officer next to it or the fools in front showing off their pitiful military power...

It can kill anyone.

It can kill them, kill all living creatures, from warriors to slaves, even its compatriots... It doesn't matter, raise the butcher knife and let the blood flow...

No, no, no!

It shouldn't be like this!

【Carmen, my child.】

A new voice broke in arrogantly. It was the [Manipulator] who realized on the distant battle moon that there seemed to be some problems with his most proud work.

[What’s wrong with you? Your mind is very unstable. I saw something not good around your consciousness.]

[Overlord] squinted his eyes.

"No, Dad, I'm fine."

【Are you sure?】

"Yes, I'm fine. I have regained control of my body and will, just like before."

Carmen's tone was urgent, and she knew very well that once she really admitted the truth, her adoptive father would definitely take her back to the rear of the war.

What a joke!

[You'd better be fine, my child, I don't have the energy to think carefully about your words right now.]

[Warmaster]'s voice was filled with fatigue. Even for a sorcery monster like it, controlling so many individuals is still an arduous task.

【Do you hear the whisper? My child】

[Answer truthfully, don’t lie to me.]
To be continued...