Chapter 430, bullets, flames, blood, death
There is nothing new under the sun. Just as ship after ship of Planet Guards, Imperial Army, and Cannon Fodder Army are being dropped on the God Qi Star through various obstacles, things are also going on on the God Qi Star. A grand mobilization.
It is said to be mobilization, but in fact it is the same. In the lower city of the city, in the declining city, in various rat strongholds, with glory, money, future, rights, oh yes, these temple priests need more help. One thing, that is faith. Under these slogans, one ship after another threw countless rat people onto the battlefield.
This is something that can't be helped. After all, neither the First Expeditionary Fleet nor these temple priests can actually complete a planet-level war solely by relying on elite troops. These Planet Guards, the Imperial Army, these cannon fodder Boy, they are necessary. Although their casualties may be unimaginably large, it doesn't matter. Obviously both sides of the war don't care about this.
The dusty Gobi desert once held many stories about the rat people. Now, it has once again become a battlefield.
A large number of guys with old weapons and only simple training were dropped here in groups. As an advance army, what they had to do was not complicated, and even extremely simple. If they persisted, this It is the request of the rat people big shots, but for them, what they have to do is actually not complicated. Just survive and survive.
Waving the rusty shovel in their hands, they did not have any decent equipment on them. The old construction machinery roared not far away from them, but in fact, these old and clumsy guys could not play any greater role. , and the hard soil of the Gobi also caused a lot of trouble to this matter. A large number of rat boys were digging for battlefield fortifications.
The enemy hasn't arrived yet. Not far away, the rat captain, who is older but knows better what they guys will face next, is roaring into the communicator in his hand.
"We can't persevere just relying on these, even for the great emperor, we need more and better equipment!"
Perhaps because of the price paid for dropping these guys, the rat man above, a big rat man, agreed to the request of the team leader. Soon, a batch of equipment will be airdropped.
The faces of the rat boys in the trenches were still a bit confused. It was obvious that they did not know much about this war, but it was no wonder for them. After all, those impatient rat men in the training center were The instructor actually taught them three things. One, to listen to the command of the rat officers, two, to dig trenches, and three, to shoot, that's all.
The advance team sent up this time were not particularly capable elites. The rat-men affairs officers in the huge battleships, after simple calculations, had already characterized this ground war against the God Qi Star as It was going to be a protracted war, so naturally, the first batch of people to be taken into custody would not be any elites.
A few rat boys were holding the guns in their hands and half-crouching in a newly dug trench. They were chatting somewhat casually.
"You said, those, are those all true?"
"What?"
"Didn't the instructors tell us when they were recruiting soldiers that as long as we are braver, those things are possible for us!"
A rat man boy danced and gestured. He didn't have much fear now. He came from a relatively peaceful agricultural town.
"I don't know."
A slightly silent rat boy did not give a positive answer. He was not so lucky and came from the lower city of the declining mining city. This conversation did not last long. The temple priests had strong control over the God Qi Star, and chaotic shouts rang out. At this moment, the guys who were dropped had just dug the trenches.
The rat boy who came from a comfortable agricultural town excitedly took the old steam gun in his hand and poked his head out of the trench. In fact, what they saw now was not that extraordinary. Gang.
Because the Holy War Army arrived here, they were also a group of guys who had just been summoned, and they had not even had time to assemble their heavy firepower. Under the flags standing in the forest, under the flags of the rat priests who were shouting wildly, there were still a group of people with the same A confused and ignorant rat boy.
The boy from the small farming town pulled the trigger in excitement. He seemed to really think that participating in this war would bring him the things that existed in the slogans.
Glory, money, power, the favor of the rat people, his own name, everything he could possibly want.
The fired bullet scratched the cheek of a frantic ratman priest at the front, interrupting his frantic movements. He touched his face during the pause and saw the bright red blood. In the loud roar, this A planet-level ground conquest war has begun.
Fire, death, blood, these elements have never been absent in the history of the rat people, and they will still not be absent at this time, but now there is one more element, bullets.
Bullets, fire, blood, death.
Crazy shouts, scarlet eyes, fear, trembling figures, and those rat men who simply died without getting anything.
The boy from the farming town died. He was shot through the eye by an ordinary steam bullet and killed directly. He fell in the trench. Their equipment was so poor that they didn't even wait for the airdrop. Not even a helmet, just a blue jacket.
The silent boy from the mining city pushed the corpse of the boy from the agricultural town away. Because the position occupied by the corpse was a good shooting position, the enemy was about to rush up, and he had to get on top of it.
Not for anything else, just to survive.
On this simple position, a difficult battle was fought. One day passed, and the frantic rat priests who pressed on them were almost dead. The attacking rat people retreated in a whirlwind.
What is unimaginable is that this ragtag group of people actually defended! This is really something surprising.
More and better equipment, more rat boys, and some heavy equipment were dropped after today. As for those who died, they may also be remembered and become the rat men in the flagship staff. Affairs officers, it became a not-so-miraculous black swan event that amazed them all.
(End of chapter)