Arni stood high, staring at the fierce battle in the distance with a telescope. The wind brought by the roar of the giant cannon pulled his coat, as if he wanted to pull it on his shoulder.
His expression was a little unhappy. There was no art to speak of in this kind of war. The distant wait and see did not touch his feelings at all. For him, only in the fierce battle of facing the enemy can there be glory at all.
The most important thing is that he wanted to lead the team to launch an offensive against the enemy, which was a truly solemn battle. Unfortunately, as a novice who had just entered the battlefield, his physiological instinct was also afraid of death. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have almost no chance to indulge his passion in this chaotic battle.
So he made a decision.
"Young Master."
A strong man in military uniform stood beside him, looking down at the same scene. His face was very serious and there was a blood-colored scar on his cheek. As one of the most powerful guards in the family, Mubazun was once the top bounty hunter in a certain nest. He died under his command of countless wizards, mutants and freaks. Later, he was almost shot because he was framed. In the end, Alni's father caught him and entrusted him with important tasks.
He was also the most trusted guard Alni had since childhood, and often protected him when he was traveling.
"You don't need to do this. It's very dangerous on the battlefield. Even the most powerful warriors can't guarantee that they will escape unstoppable."
"Every great general will be on the front line when the battle is at its most intense, and now they are shaken, I must stand with them. In the third volume of the Makarius Book of the Third Volume 19, when the soldiers around him begin to disintegrate, he rushed up alone and stopped the defeat of the team with his own strength. The so-called generals have the intention to die, and the soldier has no desire to live."
"Then at least put on the hunting armor that the master bought from Necromonda."
"I don't want to act like a coward in front of the soldiers, Mubazun."
As he said that, Alni stretched out his left hand, Mubazun sighed lightly, and placed a small bottle on the other party's black gloves.
This is the combat stimulant, the most direct way Arni uses to restrain his physical fear of death.
He took the bottle, twisted the cap, and drank the light red liquid inside.
"Next time, I won't need it."
After saying that, he put the empty bottle still on the ground, pulled out the commanding sword and pistol from his waist, and walked towards the battlefield. Mubazun also picked up the heavy shotgun he hung on his legs and followed behind Arni.
"Stay! Stay!"
The retreating second battalion quickly received assistance from the third battalion, but the two battalions were still unable to support the surging enemy tide, and the blocking line that was quickly established was soon shaking.
"I almost killed me. Our big leader is really cruel enough. He will cover the shooting without any difference!"
Hashet cursed, and shot at the red figures that were constantly moving forward with a laser gun. Then he turned his head and looked aside and shouted:
"Haoman! Alright!"
"Quick--it's coming!"
Heavy machine gunners Cabri and Xie Fen were still busy, with loud noises from fighting everywhere, and the noises from whining rockets and roaring artillery overwhelmed all the shouts.
"It's almost done..."
When the heavy machine gun finally pressed on the bracket, accompanied by a trembling trembling and a sound of pulling the bolt, the muzzle, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spit out flames forward, and the dense bullets instantly swept down a large number of charge enemy troops.
Hayes, Fitz and Blanche were lying in a pit. They were also shooting hard, occasionally throwing grenades forward to block the enemy's attack. Many corpses were left on the battlefield, including their own people and enemies. Marco and Thomson, the riflemen in Hayesban's team, were both dead. Hayes didn't even see how they died, or just caught a glimpse of Marco lying on the ground while escaping his neck and struggling, but he didn't have time to save him.
This was the first time Hayes lost his comrades who he had been with day and night, which made him very sad and angry for the first time - once upon a time he didn't even know what hatred was.
He hates those red guys very, very much now, just want to shoot them all to death with a gun!
Originally, they could not stop the enemy's troops at all, but as the powerful artillery in the rear released deadly goods one by one, the enemy's front line began to collapse under the attack of artillery, and many people were destroyed by artillery fire.
But what is even more terrifying is not the artillery. With a screaming whizz, the rockets launched by the Chimera fire support vehicle rushed to the battlefield and exploded in a chaotic flame. Only a few shots deviated from the track and landed closer to the defenders, or before hissing and landing on the ground far away.
With the help of artillery blocking and shooting, the retreating Second Battalion finally had a chance to breathe. After several heavy machine guns were set up, they fired rows of sharp bullets at the enemy, hitting the stones and fragile bodies.
The entire battlefield was engulfed by the rolling smoke, and the soldiers were firing hard in the dazzling clouds.
"Stay open the fire!"
Hayes's company commander screamed, but his voice was almost inaudible in the noise.
"Preferring priority to eliminate those mutants!!"
Finally, as if to remind everyone of their unparalleled power, the artillery carried out the last round of volleys, and the muzzle burst out with flames, making a huge rumbling sound that shakes the ground, sending the rotating projectiles into the open shooting range.
The sound of impact echoed strongly between the dim domes in the nest. Round after round of shells hit the ground, and huge cannons and explosive rockets bombarded alternately, mixed with scattered shrapnel.
At this time, a trumpet sounded behind him. Hayes turned his head and saw other companies in the regiment swarming from behind. At the front was Arnie, surrounded by many well-equipped guards. The regiment flag was flying beside him. At this time, his face turned red, his eyes widened, the meridians on his neck were slightly raised, and he held up the commanding sword and shouted.
"Soldiers! It's time to fight back!!"
More horns sounded, and a series of offensive signals were transmitted in the team.
With a roar, they rushed forward like a group of wild beasts, yelling and shouting.
In the smoke of gunpowder, the outline of the enemy emerged again. Heretics had not given up their offensive yet. Although they had suffered heavy casualties and injuries due to artillery bombardment, they also believed that the Imperial Army on the opposite side was already at the end of their strength.
However, the facts were beyond their expectations.
Chapter completed!