Sergeant Latobis rubbed his fingers, struggling to smooth out the stiff nails and bones, and loaded his automatic gun with bullets again.
Then, the sergeant picked up the tattered weapon in his hand and leaned it against his face. It felt like stuffing a frozen iron pipe into his clothes, but he had no time to care.
.
He stood up, stepped on the ammunition box, and stuck his head and muzzle out of the trench. He didn't even need to aim, and he found his next target: because there were enemies that needed to be killed and sniped everywhere.
"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang..."
Latobis pulled the trigger, firing sporadically at first, but soon turned into a continuous pour, because the scene in front of him made Latobis involuntarily feel fear, and he could only fire in his hands crazily.
Only those deadly steel projectiles can provide some relief.
The automatic gun kept spitting out tongues of fire, and the crazy recoil kept hitting the sergeant's face, making his teeth feel as painful as being pulled out. The worst-quality copper bullet cases fell to the ground with violent gunshots, scattering everywhere.
The trenches are full of them.
The sergeant's gun is not a very delicate and durable weapon. Every time it fires a bullet, it will be accompanied by the loudest and harshest sound. That is the sizzling sound of the radiator, ensuring that the gun is useless.
The inspected weapon will not blow out the barrel due to prolonged firing.
But Lathobis could no longer hear it. Even though the gun in his hand was trembling crazily to tell him how violent the sound was, he could no longer hear it. Blood was already flowing out of his ears, and the surrounding areas were full of blood.
It was a rumbling sound dozens or even hundreds of times louder.
This is a real trench, not the small trench where Latopis was stationed before. This trench is more than two meters deep, fixed with piles of sandbags, and surrounded by circles of barbed wire.
It criss-crosses with mines, like a spider lying on the ground.
More than five thousand soldiers are holding on in this huge war grave. They are holding the most backward guns and bombs in the empire. They either emerge from the sandbags and fire at any cost, or they are tossing back and forth on the muddy ground in the trenches.
, carrying ammunition, or going to support those places where the situation is worse. Under their feet are rickety drainage ditches and empty ammunition boxes.
I don't know how long they ran, maybe five kilometers, maybe ten kilometers. They rolled behind a rock and lay down on their hands and feet, unable to run any longer.
So, they waited for a while, but did not find anyone. Finally, they decided to continue running away, and the two figures disappeared into the miserable cold night of Sabis 4.
This time, it seemed particularly heavy.
"...Gulu..."
Almost at the same time, Latopis heard the sound of the horn again.
"Is there any loss?"
"Fire!"
Closer, closer.
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The trenches were breached.
At this moment, Lathobis had only one thought.
Latopis patted his ears, but still couldn't hear anything: the surroundings around him were too noisy, too noisy. There were thousands of guns firing at the same time, and dozens of artillery roaring together.
Thousands of soldiers or cannon fodder who are not soldiers are roaring at the top of their lungs, wailing, spitting, crying, struggling, vomiting...
And people, at least these people, can never defeat [nature].
The barrage of steel is a ruthless crusher. Among the thousands of gun muzzles and cannon muzzles, those miserable cannon fodder were torn to pieces and completely bombed. The remaining unfortunate ones continued to move forward numbly until
Only when they reached the dense mines were they shattered to pieces.
Latobis once thought that this trench was powerful and noisy enough. After all, what else could he ask for: there were more than 5,000 people here, with cannons, machine guns, and sufficient supplies. He even thought that he could
Stay here until you die of old age.
Latopis loaded his magazine again. He thought it would be another battle like before, but when those opponents appeared in his field of vision, he was stunned.
A ragged army appeared in the sight of all the defenders. In other words, it was not an army at all, but an out-and-out slave army: stretching from one side of the sky to the other, there were all kinds of shabby clothes.
Some of them are human beings, some even wear the same uniform as Latopis, while the rest are grotesque aliens with three legs, five eyes, six arms or more.
The organs that come out to function.
Latopis ran wildly in the trench, still holding the gun tightly in his hand, like a mouse without direction and target, running in panic, behind him there were screams and screams that echoed through the sky.
The roar made him dare not look back.
After emptying the last bullet, Latobis retreated into the trench. His calves were weakening and shaking uncontrollably, just like his arms. He wanted to wipe away the sweat, but his hands couldn't.
I couldn't lift it up, so I could only let the sweat flow into my eyes, causing a numb and stinging pain.
"In area D14, a defense line has just been breached."
Almost using his last strength and courage, Lathobis ran over, and Tigre pulled him. The two of them staggered out of the trench, covered in muddy water and stinking blood.
He still didn't know what those [Ran Dan] looked like.
He turned one corner after another and bumped into countless guys. As the crowd trampled on those guys who unfortunately fell, his military helmet was lost in the chaos, and the last pack of ammunition in his waist was lost.
I don’t know when he disappeared.
Because they are against [nature].
"Maybe it was left there...it's okay...it's okay...the two of us are better off alive than anything else."
Latobis swallowed and raised his gun. Through the scope, he could vaguely see a black wave coming.
Lathobis could only hear the gasp.
somewhere.
The Randan people don't know what technology they used, maybe it was some kind of witchcraft, or maybe it was some kind of poison. Anyway, those blasphemous aliens created something more terrifying than death.
But it wasn't until the war really started here that Lathobis remembered something: before, in the world called Shana, they obviously had a larger army, more terrifying heavy artillery, and more complete fortifications, but they still
Defeated, defeated.
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Then, Ran Dan's [Vanguard] appeared.
"Second Lieutenant...your letter..."
Tens of thousands of cannon fodder were consumed in this way, and no one mourned their deaths. When Latobis filled the magazine again, there were only a few twisted flesh balls left in front of him:
The most unlucky ones actually escaped bullets and artillery fire and struggled to hit the barbed wire fence. Dozens, hundreds or even thousands of living people and aliens were jostling and crowding each other in the barbed wire fence. They were scarred.
Red or various colors of blood flowed out of the body, and it was glued together with the rotten meat that had been hung on the barbed wire, making people feel sick to their stomachs.
Tigray immediately touched it, then touched it again, and then he rummaged through all the pockets again, and then he slumped down again, lowered his head, and just gasped.
But at this moment, he heard the barbed wire groan under its load: this carefully arranged death trap had withstood two rounds of impact, and now, like the mine array in front, it had met its end.
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But one thing is the same: the expressions on their faces, the numbness and despair, are enough to make even the bravest soldiers break into cold sweat unconsciously.
"Wait a little longer and see if anyone runs out and joins us."
Then, there was the shock.
He wanted to take a deep breath, but instead he inhaled an indescribable stench: the smell of dead bodies, the urine of cowards, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of earth, and the indescribable smell of war in the air.
The machine gun fortresses made of concrete and steel lasted the longest, until a group of particularly crazy guys emerged among the slaves. The flamethrowers in their hands were like the death god, turning the fortresses one after another into emanations.
A fiery tomb with flames and howls.
He heard someone calling him, then turned around and saw Tigray standing on the edge of the trench waving to him: the second lieutenant's coat had been thrown to someone unknown, and something had been stolen from his uniform.
A big hole was torn open, and even the dark skin and chest hair on the innermost side could be seen.
Ruined.
"Here! Latopis! Here!"
All the soldiers were firing, all the soldiers were screaming, and the constantly churning saliva evaporated in the hot air as the bullets flew by. Only in this way could their fear and anxiety be slightly relieved. In the center of the camp, those cannons couldn't wait to
The ground roared.
I don't know who screamed, and as if he had been injected with the best adrenaline, Latopis almost jumped up and picked up his gun again.
Randan began to attack again, and Lathoubis could only hear a kind of horn blowing on the distant horizon, a horn that made people feel inexplicably depressed and frightened.
That's why.
This trench is resisting, just like the burning world. It roars and pays a price: because there is no time to clean up, lifeless corpses can be seen everywhere on the wet ground, some of which are only missing arms and legs.
Some lost their heads, and the sizzling blood flowed freely, dyeing the entire trench a foul-smelling, dark red.
Lathobis looked at Tigray's chest, and he saw the big torn hole, where lay the family letters that Tigray regarded as treasures.
In the chaos, the first thing that flashed through Lathobis' mind was this emotion.
But even so, Latobis still put his hand into the ammunition box on the side, numbly counting the bullets, and then installing them one by one. Everything was quiet and logical, and he couldn't even feel the movement of his arms.
He does these things as if he is just a bystander.
In the center of the trench, there is an irregular artillery position and several machine gun bunkers made of concrete, which are constantly pouring out tongues of fire. They are the core of this trench that stretches for more than ten kilometers.
This is also the reason why these thousands of people can survive.
After fighting for so long, from Shana to here.
The first thing that came was the scream, a terrifying howl that pierced the sky. It was a sound gathered by the wailing of countless humans and unknown other creatures. It tortured everyone's eardrums over and over again: just...
This is enough to destroy the weakest guys.
For a few minutes, they just panted, gasping desperately.
Ran Dan's attack is the mighty power of nature, a black wave, a collapsing mountain, and one after another terrible natural disaster that cannot be resisted.
"Just some mortals. After all, it's just a peripheral disposable defense line. No one should escape."
Ran Dan is here.
But he still held on to the gun.
It turns out he can call his name.
What kind of vibration was it? It was like a mountain running, and like thousands of bison running wildly together. Even the stones and bullet casings on the ground were jumping around because of this vibration, constantly
Makes a crackling sound.
"Run...run quickly..."
They climbed up and ran desperately. The cold air was sucked into their lungs, which hurt like a knife. The stones rubbed against the soles of their boots. They could even hear the cracking sound coming from the bones of their calves, but they did not
Dare to stop.
His grandma can fly!
At this moment, when seeing tens of thousands of these monsters rushing toward his trenches, Latobis had only one thought.
Finally, Latobis raised his gun, and countless people around him were doing the same. With another burst of fire and volleys, the last struggle gradually stopped.
Latobis even thought he had done a good deed: he allowed these guys to go to a quiet world while he suffered here.
Several Dark Angels stood in an extremely dark room, with a map placed among them.
This is also an army of slaves mixed with fish and dragons, but unlike the previous pathetic ones, what appears in front of Lathobis this time is: a terrifying alien creature three to five meters high, covered with scales; there are at least six of them.
The alien-shaped hand holds six guns and has a formidable fang; and there are some strange-shaped guys floating higher up, also holding guns. It doesn't look like much at first glance, but if you look closely...
…
I don't know who gave the order, maybe it was the officer whom no one knew, or maybe it was just the random shouting of a panicked soldier, but the heavy rain of gunfire quickly drowned out the sound.
Lathobis turned back and looked at his temporary residence: it was completely burning, with orange-red flames accompanied by billowing smoke, spreading all the way to the sky.
Thousands of monsters swarmed here, turning this defensive fortification into the purest hell.
Soon, another army appeared on the skyline.
There has been no sound from those artillery positions since those flying aliens rushed in, and there was only a creepy crunching sound.
"Enemy attack!!"
Dark Angel, who was looking at the map, nodded.
"knew."
"No matter what, what we need to ensure is the smooth implementation of [the plan]."
Then, no one paid attention to this matter anymore.