The corridors of the recruitment office of the Eilandhill Empire were crowded with people from all directions. Some of these people were wearing gorgeous clothes, and some were even topless. People of all kinds were crowded together, and they were making all kinds of dissatisfied noises.
All kinds of complaints.
A nobleman with his arms folded frowned and asked the guard who was blocking him: "Why? Why don't you let us go to Higgs 5 for reinforcements? I'll sign up! Even if I'm sure to die there, I'm willing!"
Behind him, another old soldier with a medal on his chest also shouted: "Yes! Isn't it just one life? I give it! I don't believe it! We are so strong, and we can still be ridden by a group of bastards."
On the head!"
"I think I fought in Dothan back then! Even though I'm crippled now and have lost a leg, I can still fight! If you put a prosthetic leg on me, I'll still be a good man!" One is blind in one eye and has lost another.
The man with the leg slapped his prosthetic limb and shouted loudly.
The guards had no choice. Those who came here were more or less related, either national heroes or imperial nobles. They really couldn't be too rude.
However, this situation is about to get out of control. There are more and more people in the corridor, and it is so dense that there is no end in sight.
Several swordsmen in white clothes and snow-clad swords carried flying swords behind them. They didn't yell, but their voices were not quiet either.
Behind them were several female swordsmen. Although they looked ordinary, their temperament was very otherworldly.
These people were also very excited and pleaded to the guards guarding the gate: "We have lost our sect, and now we can't lose the Ailan Hill who took us in! We are willing to fight to the death!"
"Yes! We are willing to fight to the death!" The female swordsmen also spoke passionately, their voices full of determination.
Ever since I watched the live broadcast of a certain swordsman from the front line, many swordsmen from the former Tianjian Shen Sect came to the recruitment office to ask about signing up to go to the front line.
Although most of the swordsmen were persuaded to go back in the end, there were still some swordsmen with good cultivation who insisted on serving their country on the most brutal battlefields.
Hearing what the swordsmen said, the dragon warriors on the side were not to be outdone and emphasized: "Lord Adair is still fighting bravely on Higgs 5. How can we, the dragon clan, give up on our general! Let us go!
As long as you are willing to open a portal or arrange a landing! Just send us up!"
These dragons all wore golden armor. Apart from the swordsmen in white who looked like immortals, only they and the elves were the most eye-catching.
The problem is that these dragon warriors are all very tall, and it is difficult for them to stand there without attracting attention.
The elven warriors on the other side looked much smaller, but they were still very eye-catching standing there.
With her snow-white skin and pointed ears, she looks extremely cute. She will attract the attention of men no matter where she stands.
The male swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect became more and more courageous under the gaze of these female elves. They patted their chests one by one and begged firmly: "Let us go! Give us a chance!"
The orcs with their upper bodies naked are all muscular. Even though they are not poor now, they still retain the traditional custom of not wearing clothes.
The leading orc officer spoke in an angry voice and said in a naive tone: "We don't need supplies, we only need swords! Even if we only have fists, we orcs can fight the enemy to the end!"
In their opinion, it is a waste to give them electromagnetic rifles. As long as they are given an axe, they can have a good fight with the enemy.
Also speaking in a naive manner, there were dwarf warriors who were shorter than humans. Each of these bearded warriors was extremely strong, but their height was a bit oppressive.
They crowded together, looked at the thighs of the dragons next to them with disdain, snorted and said: "The dwarves never succumb to others! Our strong bodies are born for war! Let us go! We can still be on top.
Help repair equipment and build weapons! As long as we are here, the enemy will never even think of occupying Higgs 5!"
Behind the dwarf, among a group of humans in black robes, an old magician led by him said: "Our Magician Guild is loyal to the Empire and to His Majesty! Higgs 5 is the best place to prove our loyalty!
We are willing to sacrifice there, for the whole empire!"
After hearing what he said, the crowd behind them, wearing the traditional black robes of magicians, shouted louder than the others: "For the Eilanhill Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Please let me go! My child is still on Higgs 5! I want to fight side by side with him!" A middle-aged man pushed, trying to squeeze to the front.
The man standing in front of him shouted dissatisfied: "Your child is already up there, and my child is waiting at the back! Let me go! Let me go! I will personally kill those scum that blaspheme His Majesty the Emperor!"
A handsome demon warrior pressed his long sword and frowned in the crowd. He had never taken humans seriously back then, but now he had to be crowded with such a group of guys... This made him very dissatisfied.
, but there is nothing you can do.
"This time the demons will never fall behind! As long as there is a spot, you must grab it for me!" Beside him, another handsome demon general found that his cloak seemed to be torn and wrinkled by the crowd, and he was a little dissatisfied.
murmured.
He didn't think about getting angry, because among the people he met along the way, they were really crouching tigers, hidden dragons.
Any old man is at the level of a military master, and even a lame man with a medal on his chest is enough to make him stand at attention and salute...
The most annoying thing is that he almost stepped on a dog. If you look closely, it is a wolf. If you look more closely, this wolf is stronger than him. It is simply unreasonable.
There was no way, there were two snakes lined up outside the door. Because they had no arms or legs and were all wet and slimy, they were very unpopular with the girls and they didn't seem to get in at all.
In the office, several officers also had sad faces. They did not expect that there would be so many people rushing to die here.
Of course, they never thought that the exciting scene that should have been so tragic and tragic was actually made like a vegetable market by a group of weird guys...
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On Higgs 5, where countless people wanted to bury their own bones, in a damaged trench, an Airanshir Empire clone grenadier stabbed to death the last nearby sweeper with a bayonet in his hand.
He stood up, looked at his companions who were covered in the blood of the enemy, and lifted his mask.
He gasped for breath, breathing in the air filled with the smell of blood, and watched as his companions also lifted their masks.
"How's it going? I killed 27!" On the shoulder of this clone grenadier, a row of white marks had been drawn crookedly in white handwriting.
This is his credit. This is the enemy he has killed that rushed to this position in the past few hours.
The other soldier standing in front of the grenadier also had a row of similar marks on his shoulder armor, but the difference was slightly fewer.
However, there is a different mark on the shoulder of this grenadier. This mark records the soldier's brave destruction of the enemy's Destroyer Tank.
"Did you listen to His Majesty the Emperor's speech?" The grenadier who first lifted his visor greedily sucked in the air and asked with a smile on his face.
"Stop, how could you not listen? The recording is played every day, and I'm not deaf." The grenadier who had destroyed the Destroyer tank sat down on the ground and said.
"You said, can our souls return to their hometown?" The soldier leaned on the edge of the trench, staring at the battlefield in the distance that looked like the surface of the moon.
There are craters everywhere, there is no vegetation or shelter, the rocks have been shattered by the shells, and the bodies have long been beyond recognition.
The corpses of the sweepers will dissipate after a while, and the human corpses will rot after a while... Eventually, the place will return to silence, leaving only nothingness.
"Ha... stop talking, we have no souls at all!" The clone grenadier sitting on the ground replied mockingly: "We have no bad habits, no likes, no fears, no souls..."
"Fantasy! Do you think, if we have souls, can we return to our hometown?" No enemy situation was found, and the enemy did not continue to charge and attack. The relaxed grenadiers continued to chat.
"Go back? Go back to that place where there are containers everywhere, naked bodies as far as the eye can see, and machine noises roaring every day? Stop making trouble." The clone soldier sitting on the ground tore the packaging of energy food while laughing.
Shake his head.
"If I have a soul, I would like to go to Ailansiris to see if it is as beautiful as advertised." The grenadier tore open the package and stuffed the solid energy food into his mouth while chewing.
While saying.
"Perhaps our souls will go there soon." The grenadier who was leaning against the wall of the trench and watching out had a hint of helplessness in his voice: "The enemy is attacking! They are attacking again!"
As he spoke, he reached out and fastened his visor. The distance and other data appeared in front of his eyes again, the holographic screen lit up, and his power mecha started working again.
Not far away, a puppet battle robot whose combat skills had been in standby mode was awakened again, picked up the assault rifle in its hand, and began to fire continuously in the distance.
"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, clang..." The shells thrown out of the ejection window fell to the ground and hit the already densely packed shells, making a crisp sound.
"Huh!" The supporting artillery fire began to roar, and the shells whizzed past the heads of these grenadiers, and then exploded in the distance full of craters.
The huge explosion flew away the soil, covering the sky and the sun, and the shock wave spread out, tearing apart everything around it.
The attacking sweeper troops shuttled and dodged among the explosions, getting closer and closer to the trenches of the Eilanhir Empire that had changed beyond recognition.
"Replenish ammunition!" A grenadier passed through the trench carrying an electromagnetic rifle, followed by two puppet robots that had obviously been repaired.
The parts on these puppet robots are old and new, and they look like a person's clothes are covered with patches.
Although such robots are basically unable to continue fighting on the front line, they are still able to perform some simple tasks.
At this moment, they were carrying heavy backpacks, carrying various ammunition boxes, and machine gun belts hanging on their bodies, acting as porters.
"We need grenades and loaded electromagnetic rifle magazines..." the grenadier with the "anti-tank mark" on his shoulder pointed to the empty ammunition box at his feet and said.
The two puppets put down the ammunition boxes full of magazines in their hands, and put down another box of grenades before leaving with the grenadier leading the team.
"Be optimistic, maybe we won't die." The grenadier, with the spare magazine hanging on his waist and the mark on his shoulder, comforted his companions.
"What does this have to do with optimism? We are not going to die in the first place..." The grenadier on guard was doing the same thing. He raised his head, looked at the other person and said.
"Yes, countless me will be created every day. Maybe I will be dead long ago. Maybe the last me will not even participate in the battle, and the war will be over." The grenadier with the anti-tank mark on his shoulder laughed.
Liao smiled and agreed.
"Yes, I heard that on Clone Planet 7, thousands of soldiers like me can be produced every day... None of us will die, we just change our way of immortality!" The sentry thrower
The grenadier inserted the last magazine into his waist, stood up, leaned against the wall of the trench, and stretched out his rifle forward.
The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the electromagnetically accelerated bullet was as fast as lightning, directly penetrating a sweeper in the distance who was climbing over the crater obstacle.
Soon, the opponent's retaliation came head-on. Several black energy groups from different directions hit the vicinity of the position, kicking up patches of soil.
The loud noise of the explosion was filtered by the headphones, but the shock wave still shook the two grenadiers. When they got up again to fight back, the enemy was already much closer.
On the battlefield not far away, Destroyer tanks lined up one after another, slowly pressing towards the defense position of the Elanshir Empire.
What is different from the past is that the electromagnetic tanks of the Elanshir Empire did not appear behind the grenadiers this time.
"Weren't there dozens of tanks to help yesterday? Today there is not a single tank company?" Withdrawing his expectant gaze, the clone soldier could see from the battlefield situation map that there was no friendly support behind him.
"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone!" Another grenadier put an anti-tank missile on his shoulder and suppressed the anti-tank sign: "Kill!"
