"Sir! The enemy is right next door to me!" A lieutenant colonel officer who was leaning against the wall, listening to the intensive gunfire and screams next door, with a QR code tattooed on his forehead, said with difficulty while holding a communicator.
General Andre's anxious command came from the earphones: "Breakout! I order you to break out! As the commander-in-chief, I order you to break out!"
"It's too late! I'm already prepared! For Alan Hill!" The lieutenant colonel officer took off his earphones and looked at the guards in front of him.
"The enemy is already close at hand! Once they finish off the people outside, it will be our turn..." the lieutenant colonel said, "When they really rush in, we won't be able to hold on for even ten seconds."
"Instead of giving it to them for nothing, let's have a spectacular ending." He said as he walked to the corner and lifted the canvas.
There, two 280 mm caliber heavy artillery shells were stacked, and between the two shells there were densely packed grenades and landmines.
"Gentlemen! For Alain Hill!" The lieutenant colonel pulled a grenade from his waist, opened the safety ring, let go and threw it into the grenades.
Several guards also took out grenades from their waists, pulled the safety ring, and looked at the door calmly.
"Boom!" After an explosion, a sweeper rushed in, and then more sweepers rushed into the room and knocked down the guards with grenades in their hands.
"Boom!" The grenade exploded, detonating all the explosives in the room. There were huge explosions one after another.
The room began to collapse, and boulders fell down, burying the heroes and the guard soldiers. The whole world fell silent, and there was no more sound.
A few kilometers away from this position, Andre was in the bunker, holding a communicator and holding a telescope to look at the place with thick smoke in the distance.
The huge explosion blew off part of the roof of the distant position, and an even bigger explosion followed, causing the ground beneath our feet to tremble.
That was the detonated ammunition depot, and many soldiers and commanders chose to use this method to destroy themselves and the enemies in front of them at the last moment.
This kind of explosion continued. During the explosion, the flagpole on the distant position began to fall, and the black Eagle Flag of the Eilanhir Empire also fell down.
"Boom!" The earth-shaking explosion caused huge plumes of thick smoke to billow from the distant positions, as if a small nuclear weapon had hit its target.
Position No. 5 is over... Looking at the black smoke set off by this huge explosion billowing in the sky, everyone knows that that place has been completely occupied.
Like the previously fallen positions 8, 12, and 13, they were completely lost.
"Bastard!" He threw the communicator in his hand to the ground. Andre felt his heart aching terribly. He had lost some commanders, some brave soldiers, and another important position.
"It seems that we are going to die here today." Adair, who had his arms hanging on his chest and was seriously injured, walked in. His huge body seemed a little cramped here, so he could only casually
I found a seat and sat down.
"Our ammunition is still sufficient, but it has dropped sharply." The adjutant gave a military salute to General Adair who walked in, and then reported to Andre and Adair together: "Recently, there are large-scale attacks every hour.
The arsenal was destroyed and the number of artillery pieces was also reduced sharply."
"The enemy is attacking the core fortress, and the fighting in the underground tunnel started an hour ago." The adjutant handed a tablet to Andre: "There is a fierce fighting in Fortress No. 3, and it is expected that there will be one soon.
It worked."
"Chug, chug, chug!" The fierce strafing sound never stopped. Behind the parapet made of grain, the grenadiers were desperately pouring ammunition to stop the opponent's advance.
Inside the tunnel, the originally bright lights were flashing, and the power supply began to become unstable.
Although the power provided by the nuclear fusion reactor is powerful, as the battle progresses, the power supply voltage in some theaters has begun to fluctuate.
"Ammunition! Ammunition! The machine gun is out of bullets!" an officer shouted loudly as he lay behind the sandbags and saw through the gap the bodies of the sweepers who were shot down by machine gun fire.
Behind him, a robot responsible for transporting ammunition had just been knocked down by the explosion and was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.
Around this paralyzed robot, there were messy bullet casings and empty ammunition boxes everywhere. There was no time to clean up the plastic bullet chains and metal bullet casings, so they were piled on the ground, looking like piles of garbage.
"The enemy has come up! Rocket launcher! Launch rocket launcher!" On the other side, the soldiers shouted loudly, and then a huge explosion came from the far side of the tunnel.
The rocket hit the subway train car that was paralyzed in the tunnel, and then blew up the car, and also blew away the attacking sweeper soldiers on both sides of the car.
Taking advantage of this explosion, several soldiers bent down, adjusted their shooting positions, and retreated from the direction closer to the enemy.
"I have no bullets!" A soldier looked at the empty ammunition bag and shouted to his companions.
The companion gestured helplessly, inserted the last magazine into his weapon, and replied loudly: "I also have the last magazine! Damn it!"
None of them have powered mechas, so they don't have electromagnetic rifles to use. After all, electromagnetic rifles require energy to be powered. Without the power of an exoskeleton, an ordinary soldier alone cannot control bulky electromagnetic weapons.
"Cover me! I'll go back and see if I can find more ammunition!" The soldier who was out of bullets held up the helmet on his head and told his companions.
Then he bent over and ran backwards with the weapon in hand. Before he could take two steps, he was hit by a ball of energy from behind and exploded into pieces.
Blood even splattered on the faces of his companions. This tragic scene made it difficult for these logistics soldiers who were temporarily formed into combatants to accept it.
But fortunately, they have been fighting on the front line for several hours and are no longer the inexperienced recruits. They will not vomit on corpses, nor will their faces turn pale because of the smell of brains in the air.
, and will not feel sorry for stepping on a companion's arm or thigh or head.
In short, they don't care about anything now, they only have to fight, fight to the death with the enemy.
In the past, guardians would only see such scenes in the truly desperate orphans of civilization who were completely at a disadvantage and had long since been unable to struggle.
When encountering the Watchers, these civilizations are often arrogant and underestimate the enemy, and then struggle hard. It is not until the end, when nothing can be changed, that they will fight back hysterically and tragically.
But now, when the war broke out, the Elanshir Empire had such a tragic atmosphere, and the clone soldiers' fighting style of preferring death to surrender also made the watchers feel troublesome.
This was really just the beginning of the war! They had just invaded the first planet! The enemy fought desperately like this, which really surprised them.
"Thud, tug, tug!" He picked up his rifle and knocked down a sweeper soldier who rushed up to the ground. The soldier hiding behind the sandbag wiped the blood on his face and subconsciously touched his tactical vest.
He didn't find a grenade or a magazine on it. The remaining weapons he had were no longer enough to support him in continuing to fight!
"Where is the ammunition? Where is the ammunition?" he asked a comrade not far away across several sandbags.
The comrade didn't even look back and replied loudly: "There is no ammunition! They should have sent the ammunition up a few minutes ago! Damn it!"
"Boom!" The electromagnetic tank supporting this defensive position was finally overwhelmed, was hit, caught fire, and was paralyzed in place.
The front armor of the electromagnetic tank, which had run out of energy and was unable to use magic defensive barriers, had been hit dozens of times. The entire tank was covered with craters and bullet marks, just like artistic sculptures.
It has been standing here for 15 minutes, relying on the sandbags in front and various defensive methods to block hundreds of attacking sweepers.
Now, it finally exploded and caught fire. The electromagnetic machine gun on the tank made no sound, and the electromagnetic gun no longer roared one after another.
When the tanks ignited flames, the sweeper troops had already rushed forward. They recklessly crossed the collapsed sandbag trenches and charged along the railway tracks towards the positions of the Eilanhir Empire defenders.
"Fix the bayonet!" An officer with a bandage on his forehead pulled out a multi-purpose bayonet from his waist and inserted it into the muzzle of his gun.
Behind him, another soldier also skillfully pulled out the bayonet from his waist and inserted it into his weapon.
"Long live my emperor! Ilan Hill lives forever!" The officer stood up first and jumped out of the sandbag trench in the direction of the enemy: "Come with me!"
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live Elanthir!" Another soldier stood up and shouted, colliding with the sweeper soldiers who were already close at hand.
His bayonet stabbed into the enemy's chest, and the enemy's sharp palms tore his body apart.
The battle on the surface positions is also going on fiercely, and the main defensive position of Fortress No. 3 is already in a mess. The trenches here can no longer see their original appearance, and all the bunkers here have been blown up.
Countless sweepers and destroyer tanks are filling this position, and the battle has basically been decided.
"Hello? Hello? Yes! Bombardment coordinates 48-61! Yes 48-61! That's right!" In a battle-torn position, a soldier from the Airanhill Empire looked down at the swarming enemies while beating the number.
What a great communication device, he shouted.
In the earphones, the voice of an officer from the Artillery Command sounded: "I checked the coordinate parameters. Those are the coordinates of your position! You must have made a mistake! Recalculate the coordinates! Just give a rough estimate of the position!"
The soldier holding the communicator wiped the blood from his face, gritted his teeth and continued to plead: "Repeat! I did not report an error! The enemy is right in front of us! Fire! Fire at my position!"
When he saw the sweeper soldiers who had fallen into the trenches and started to occupy this position, he shouted in despair: "The coordinates are 48-61! I have no bullets! Don't leave my body to the enemy! Please!"
"...Farewell, brother!" After a brief sinking, the officer's voice came in a low voice on the other side of the intercom.
"For Alain Hill!" The soldier threw away the intercom in his hand and stared at the sweeper soldier in front of him, with an expression of relief on his face.
"For Ilan Hill!" The officer's solemn shout came from the earphone at his feet: "Coordinates 48-61! Cover shooting!"
"Coordinates 48-61! Fire!" Inside the fort, a gunner holding a phone ordered loudly.
The artillery that had been loaded long ago let out a roaring roar in the next second. A 280 mm caliber heavy artillery recoiled quickly, and the muzzle spurted out flames that covered the sky and the sun.
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"Report!" An officer walked into Chris's office. After he stood at attention and saluted, he handed a message to Chris with his white-gloved hand: "Your Majesty! Five minutes ago, General Andre set fire to
The ammunition depot of the core fortress was destroyed...General Andre and General Adair were martyred..."
"Send out the obituary...notify the entire army. Also...at the funeral, Des will announce that a new planet will be named after Andre." Chris was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and called the officer
Kicked out of his office.
For a long time, he sat on the chair in the office. He did not look at the complicated report documents or ask any technical questions. He just sat in his seat and let the time pass by.
I don't know how much time passed, but Bude opened the door again and walked in. He stood in front of Chris without speaking.
Chris waited for Bude to speak, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Bude's voice. So he removed his dull eyes from the table, turned to Bude, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The destroyer fleet deployed in the New Area 6 used orbital bombing. The location of the bombing was Planet 1 in the Empire's New Area 6...that's where the regional governor is stationed." Bude lowered his head and said something that made Chris
Something that no one dares to believe.
At this moment, Chris even felt that he was very ridiculous. In a short period of time, two embarrassing things happened to him.
"Rebellion?" Chris frowned, and Bud could feel that the air around him seemed to be solidifying.
You know, Chris is not just the emperor of an empire, he is also a magician and a terrifying powerhouse. When his mood fluctuates, the pressure is real and not a person's illusion.
"Yes! Your Majesty!...Another unfortunate news...General Cisse, who is presiding over the work in the new 6th District...I'm afraid the situation is more serious." Bud lowered his head and said something that made Chris even more angry.
information.
The bold general from the grassland, the general who went south from the Chris United Grassland to pacify Arant, was inexplicably... martyred for his country.
He did not die in the hands of the enemy, but fell in the hands of a group of traitors.
"Crack!" Chris grabbed the pen in his hand and smashed it directly on the floor.
