Chapter 312 The Flagellants
Death, sacrifice, the reward given by the emperor to the arrogant, does the current colonel feel that he should listen to old Chester's heartfelt words? He is indeed not a master tactician or a soldier, but he was born and raised here, and no one is better than him. Know how to protect this place.
The blood is gradually imprisoned and solidified in the cold, turning into bright red smoothie. What once flowed in the blood vessels is now trampled by military boots and turned into a footprint, a dark footprint. Life is becoming worthless, and this is the battlefield.
A few smart soldiers hunched over to avoid this meat grinder. They withdrew the battle lines built by the lords with a little sense of responsibility. The solid defense projects overlapped like mountains. The heretic's projectiles could only break through the sandbags on the outermost edge of the car body. Even if The bombing of individual soldiers with heavy weapons is also difficult to destroy the front line at once because of the yield, creating a gap.
It was extremely difficult to hit multiple times on the battlefield. The brown military uniforms of the lord's soldiers became an iron wall. After many sandbags were blown away due to chaos at the beginning, the methodical grinding of meat was just as the enemy accelerated in order to break through the flank. The charge intensified.
The soldiers who escaped were not only those who regrouped, but also chose the rear. Those cowards bent down and timidly walked through the battle line until they reached a place where the poor range of the automatic gun could not reach, and then ran away, wishing they could not wait for this moment. With many legs and wings on their backs, most of what awaits them is the ruthless shooting of rear officers or the roar of two heavy logging guns.
Unknowingly, their own soldiers had killed more soldiers than the enemy. The front line in the middle had been eaten to pieces. The soldiers could not even maintain a queue. The poor morale and ineffective cover made them become laughed at the joke and left the lord's children alone to fight the villains.
In the rear command room, the colonel was ashamed. His tactics were worthless and he was torn into pieces in just a few minutes. Soldiers who lacked training and will fled in all directions, leaving a rather ugly mark in the history of the empire. records.
His old cheeks seemed to be stained with ink paint. This was not because he really turned black, but because of the gloomy expression. Lord Magroon looked at the battle line next to him, but he did not forget to pay attention to him. explain. "Colonel, command them."
The colonel was a little annoyed. "Lord, you have done a good job, but now you want to add insult to injury?" He turned to look at the man who usually didn't speak much. Magron's flat head, especially his face, looked like an old owl. It was a beautiful bird with a little more hair, but now it also looked quite kind.
He wanted to continue to say harsh words, but that expression suppressed the throbbing emotions in his heart. This is the key to Mr. Magron's words always being listened to, as if the emperor's light will always shine around him, but At the same time, he is also a crazy and terrifying believer.
This madman with a contradictory personality, gentle and kind yet violent, violent and murderous, spoke. "The Emperor has given us countless responsibilities. I need to guide people, and you are the commander. Let the soldiers mount their guns, and my soldiers will use them for you. Don't blame yourself. You are the expert among us anyway, but don't Forget, this matter became bad because of you, and now you are given the rights just to redeem yourself. You will still face impeachment and will never be able to set foot in the military camp again.”
"How merciful, but can I really do this?" The colonel saw that the battle was gradually at a disadvantage. He couldn't help but pick up the communicator and cursed. "The barrage on the right is too thin, reduce the shooting interval!" He switched the channel of the communicator again. "The formation on the left is too dense, spread out."
"I will be in command during the next period. All personnel must stay firmly rooted in the ground to protect the gap and not allow any breakthrough!"
His voice penetrated into the hearts of the remaining soldiers like a tonic, and the battle line became stronger. Although it was already very embarrassing, and few people could stand here, after hearing this voice, a major lay down among the piles of corpses in the trench. , turned off the backpack on the back of the dead communication soldier to prevent himself from being discovered, but at the same time his eyes became much firmer.
Almost all of his personal troops have been lost, and they are now scattered all over the battlefield. However, it was only because of his persistence with his soldiers that he prevented the enemy from attacking the center rashly and then breaking through the battle line from the side. If he only looked at this credit, he could Become directly to the next level.
At this moment, the bullets grazed his cheek, and the corpse became his cover. The old automatic rifle in his hand did not have much ammunition, so he took out the new gun from the hands of his dead comrades and fired with all his strength.
This place is hopeless in every aspect, and he is more unable to leave here than because he has any profound righteousness. It is obviously impossible for a civilian to climb to this position. This place was in a peaceful era before, so he is obviously a noble. Later, his ancestors made great contributions to the construction of this fortress, so he also rose to prominence and was hastily promoted to this position after graduating from the military academy.
Now, fear filled his face. Rather than understanding the righteousness, more often than not, he wanted to survive, but happened to be surrounded by enemies. He created small miracles in self-defense time and time again, and more often than not, The miracle of fear of death.
Just waiting for his finger to pull the trigger and stop again, his fate was determined. Those heretical soldiers approached the trench despite the shooting, and the dense firepower network could not hinder those guys. With the fire support of the turret and sufficient manpower, They used more than three times the number of people to tear open this man-made canyon with people on both sides, using sandbags and vehicles to make up the canyon.
When the major looked anxiously at the dark crowd in the distance breaking through the defenses, those soldiers kept falling, but there were still more, and continuous shooting continued. However, this was not a breakthrough achieved by numerical superiority, but those heretical forts that made them effective. suppressed the loyalist forces.
Timber guns and automatic guns are incomparable to the kind of turret mounted in an airdrop pod. There are several slaves inside to continuously transport and replenish energy and bullets. The endless fixed firepower makes up for too many gaps. Therefore, at this moment, the major has seen the enemy. Up close, he could smell the scent of those people.
Those greedy people are like wild beasts. He remembered what his mother said when he joined the army. When he was hiding among the corpses and heard the sound of someone crossing the barbed wire fence, he fixed the bayonet on his rifle.
He didn't like the word sacrifice, but he couldn't help but think about what happened to the noncommissioned officer he saw today. Was he dead or had he escaped? He couldn't find him. He thought that such a person would definitely survive, but The battlefield told him that no one was powerless, including him.
However, he subconsciously felt that the word sacrifice was created for that kind of person, because only the death of that kind of person can be regarded as a sacrifice. The death of other more ordinary and weak people probably cannot be regarded as a sacrifice for this huge empire, including Myself…
His negative mood was depressed, and was finally covered by the footsteps of the enemy walking on the ground. He wiped the bayonet with the rags of his comrade's clothes. Slowly, the sound of the footsteps was approaching. He held his breath and concentrated on the firing of the firearm. The sound, the sound of the enemy approaching, and the command of someone unknown had nothing to do with him. When a person quickly ran into his trench, this was probably the first time he saw the enemy.
He was neither a legendary devil nor a hateful mutant. He looked panicked and frightened. He immediately bent down and hid among the trenches and corpses. The dark military uniform was inlaid with a complex-looking United Family emblem. He looked around nervously. , and soon saw the major, However, he just regarded it as a dead person and relaxed his vigilance. After he took out a small box from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth like a hamster, the major saw it clearly for the first time. It was a white pill, and his mind flashed. The word "analgesic" soon turned into a "stimulant".
The major tightened his grip on the gun and stabbed him in the heart, but he finally missed it and inserted it into his chest. The poor man was shaking, but his eyes were red. Their eyes met, the soldier screamed, and the major said nothing and increased his strength. , pulled out the knife and hit his head with the handle of the gun, bang bang bang bang bang.
He was finally killed before the stimulant dissipated from his body. The man's body was twitching, and a bright red patch appeared on his head. The major looked back detachedly, and saw more people approaching.
His head was confused at the moment. He killed someone. It was different from shooting something and blowing it up. He actually killed a seemingly innocent and pitiful guy. His arms were shaking and his thoughts were messy. Unlike in a house called society, there was no People judged, no one condemned, he killed people in the extreme violence of the group called war, just to survive.
His will was all elsewhere, and it wasn't until something cold pressed against his head that he woke up. He heard a somewhat unfamiliar accent speak. "The corporal is dead, hell, I told him not to leave the team, but we have a big fish."
That was the voice of a middle-aged man, wearing dark clothes that were different from the dark green military uniform of a major. According to the empire's standards, judging from his collar and hat, he was probably a lieutenant or above.
At this point, about 12 people surrounded him, exactly the number of a standard imperial soldier team, and the leader was a lieutenant, which meant that at least 40 of them died before they got here. The officer raised the muzzle of his gun. "You are ours, tell me your rank and organization."
The Major responded with a feeling of relief within him. "46th Defense Force, Major."
the man said. "Ha, a chief's head can be exchanged for 5 throne coins."
answered the major. "Five? I have five in my monthly pocket money! Come, touch my pocket, sir."
The lieutenant put his finger into his pocket dubiously. His expression turned from sunny to cloudy, then cloudy to sunny. He was rich! But the posture of reaching into the pocket is not good, at least when it comes to holding a person hostage.
He soon felt that his feet were loose. What they were, military boots. It was the major who kicked him. He leaned forward and to the right and touched his pocket. As a result, the gun was empty. The pistol fell from his hand, and the bullet scratched the second lieutenant's cheek. A bright red trace appeared.
It was just hormones that made the second lieutenant forget the pain. He grabbed the officer, touched his waist, took out his spare gun, threw him to the ground, pulled away, and shouted to the person lying on the ground, "Yes." Shout to the other soldiers.
"Stand up! Sir, I've got you now, follow me backwards, stick to me, like a loving couple at a ball, dance a waltz or tango with me." His arms were trembling, and his thighs were trembling. As he stood, the stimulation of life and death made his heart beat continuously. It was probably love, a love for death.
The middle-aged man stood up with a grimace, raised his hand, but suddenly grabbed the major's arm. "The insurance is off, kid."
He took away the gun with force, and the major, who had killed one person and was unable to resist, could not resist. When the lieutenant raised the weapon and pulled the safety button with ease, the situation was reversed again.
This time the major had no strength to resist, and he raised his hands. "You win, you win."
"I won this war too," said the lieutenant. "Next we will set up a camp, and a team will be stationed here to provide flank firepower for the team. This port belongs to us, and so does you. Remember to ask your family to collect the ransom." He smiled. There is a lot of oil and water in this war, whether it is for No matter whether they are dignitaries or ordinary soldiers, this time is enough for them to change their destiny.
But the battlefield is ever-changing. When troops stationed in the trenches one after another, the bunkers originally given to the soldiers became the enemy's treasures, and a unit belonging to the loyalists was already dispatched. When the lieutenant was sensitive to something, he said. "Engine sound?"
He soon saw several rampaging heavy-duty trucks resisting the hail of bullets. Even if the driver on them was shot, they were still moving forward like a madman. Those heavy vehicles were not ordinary things, because behind them were terrifying bodies. Monsters, with slender and long whip-like "fingers" exposing crazy muscles. The lieutenant had read their information, but he didn't expect to actually encounter them.
he shouted. "Flasher!" After a few moments, a truck came here to drop the monster. The soldiers were useless against those things. The thick reinforced muscles and injected medicine protected their vitals. When the instructions and medicine were injected At the end, those monsters stepped out of the truck. Even though the truck driver, the martyr in brown clothes, was dead and blood flowed from the cockpit, his goal was achieved.
"Gods, what kind of monster is this!" shouted the lieutenant, raising his weapon. "Your lieutenant colonel is here, don't move! If your head can tell the difference, you should know that he is priceless!"
All that could be answered was an air-breaking whip, severe pain and the military uniform that was whipped open. The lieutenant's shoulder was whipped until it was dislocated, and the gun fell out of his hand. His forehead was covered with sweat. He hugged the major with his left hand tightly, as if holding a hand. Holding on to life-saving straws, the major just answered. "They are not my soldiers, sir. He will take me and you to kill them. Those monsters are only loyal to the emperor and the lord."
Ironic enough, the lieutenant who believed in gods scolded. "You who believe in the Corpse Emperor are all lunatics!"
"Of course, if you didn't come here, we wouldn't be like this..." the major replied dissatisfiedly, but the lieutenant still didn't want to let him go. He was cornered and retreated quickly and hastily, but this triggered the Flagellant's Thinker Array , he suddenly twitched and then swung the electric whip.
At a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye and a "Peng" sound, the major felt heat on the back of his head. Next, the headless body of the gentleman who had just been "flirting" with him fell straight down and made no sound. With the oath, the counterattack began. (End of chapter)