The first thousand three hundred and seventy-seventh chapter Ruman defense battle
"Dudu...dudu~!"
The sharp whistle sounded continuously. (None., pop-up window...First,
In the wilderness, the harsh whistle sounded far away.
Officers at all levels got up from the ground, brandishing their revolvers and roaring like angry bullfrogs.
"Brothers, follow me~!"
"Charge, fight back, and regain the position."
"Go on, don't let the enemy escape."
"For the glory of Ruman."
"Long live the empire~!"
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Amidst the sharp whistles and roars, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division and the Flag Guard Division grasped their rifles, jumped up from the ground, followed closely behind the officers, and rushed back bravely.
The strong wind blowing from the south was still howling, and the biting cold wind stirred up the dust on the ground, forming a sandstorm at low altitude.
Kike hugged the machine gun tightly and exhaled in a deep voice, "Hey~!" He picked up the machine gun weighing several dozen kilograms from the tripod, threw it on his shoulder, and said hurriedly: "Follow me~!"
Deputy Will pulled the tripod out of the soil, quickly put it on his back, carried an ammunition box in one hand, and ran after Kike.
The strange young man, or rather the aristocratic young man, walked towards the north unhurriedly.
The charging soldiers hurried past him again. As many of them were running, they couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at him curiously. They even secretly muttered: "Weird guy."
At this time, he suddenly appeared on the battlefield and was so pretentious. What else could he be besides a weirdo?
Worried about his safety, an officer even came over.
With a dissatisfied expression on his face, he pulled the aristocratic young master and scolded him unceremoniously: "Go back quickly and don't run around on the battlefield. You young masters will cause trouble for others."
The officer mistook the other party for those young nobles in Ruman City.
There are many brats like this in aristocratic families. They usually eat, drink and have fun, but have no military qualities at all. When they heard about the war, they got excited and ran to the Grand Duke's door. They blocked the door and asked to join the army to fight.
mlgbd~!
Do you think fighting is just a game of house?
If you go to the battlefield without any skills at all, won't you give your opponent's life in vain?
Typical, they are all teammates who try to cheat their father to death~!
Although most of them were driven back, there were still many who sneaked onto the battlefield, dreaming that they could become famous in one battle like Lord Luo, the flying eagle god of war, or the legendary Paladin.
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Therefore, when encountering such brats on the battlefield, the officers all felt extremely headaches.
Basically, those people have a good father behind them, even if it is just a baron. It is not something a poor soldier like them can offend, so I can only give him good advice.
But no matter how much he tried to persuade him, that damn pretty boy didn't speak, but looked at him like an idiot.
This made the officer very angry, and he almost gave up, letting the bastard run around on the battlefield, and then be killed by the demons or stray bullets from his own side.
At this time, Kike ran past them with a machine gun on his shoulder. He also looked at the pretty boy curiously and was about to continue running. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge sapphire ring on the other person's hand.
The ring was filled with blue light, and there seemed to be a kind of magical water ripples flowing inside.
He had seen this kind of thing once before, in the hands of an old magician when he was working as a handyman in the manor.
Kike couldn't help but feel moved, then stopped, looked at the other person up and down, and said: "Sir, the wind just now... was caused by you?"
Maris smiled and nodded. In order to prove himself, he waved his hand again and sent out another strong wind.
"I'm just telling you~! Damn it, those bald guys in the Vatican were so shy about saying this was a miracle just now. They are such a bunch of shameless bastards." Kike muttered, then nodded to him: "Thank you.
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Then quickly follow the troops.
The officer next to him was also very sarcastic. The other person was a magician, and from what he saw, he was a high-level magician. However, he regarded the other person as an idiot and tried to persuade him for a long time.
In the eyes of the other party, he must have regarded himself as an idiot.
He didn't have the nerve to stay any longer, so he saluted, and then hurriedly ran off.
Without the interference of poison gas, the first battalion crossed the wilderness in a few minutes and approached the position it had just lost.
"Second Company's left, Third Company's cover and fire, Fourth Company's right~!" Battalion Commander Chavez did not conduct any reconnaissance at all. He just took a brief look at the terrain, and then issued the order. That was originally their own position, and it was his subordinates.
The soldiers dug it out with spades one by one. No one is more familiar with this place than themselves.
The soldiers of the first battalion quickly deployed according to the battalion commander's order.
The riflemen of the third company knelt on one knee, raised their guns, aimed at the Semitic soldiers in front, and then pulled the trigger.
The crackling sounds of gunfire kept ringing out.
The air was immediately filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.
Kike climbed up a hill and looked at the trench not far away. He immediately stopped and said, "This is it~!"
Weir inserted the tripod into the soil, and Kike quickly put the machine gun up, inserted the magazine, took aim briefly, and roared: "Demon bastards, eat your grandfather's bullets~!"
Then, shake the handle and fire violently.
The clear and cheerful chirp of the machine gun sounded.
The bullets sprinkled out like raindrops, accurately hitting the edge of the trench, making a heart-stopping chirping sound.
The Semites who occupied the position did not show any ammunition. They raised their bows and arrows and began to shoot outwards, but the strong wind rolled back all the arrows.
Under the cover of fire from the third company, soldiers from the other two companies quickly approached the trench position.
At this time, the Semitic soldiers climbed out of the trench, raised their swords, shouted, and rushed over like a tide.
After repeated brainwashing by the officers, the Semitic soldiers all firmly believed that in hand-to-hand combat, the brave Semitic soldiers were unparalleled in the world.
As long as you charge forward and break into the enemy's formation, you can easily defeat those cowardly young soldiers who only dare to hide in the trenches~!
Seeing the demon soldiers swarming from the opposite side, the Naian soldier at the front immediately laughed ferociously, then with a "click" he loaded the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger hard.
The muzzle of the gun sprayed out a ball of orange flames, hitting the Semitic soldiers on the opposite side and falling to the sky.
Immediately, the soldier quickly pulled the handguard under the gun and fired bullets one by one until the gun chamber was completely clear. Then he retreated.
At this time, the soldiers from the second row had already rushed forward.
The machine guns of each group were also in place, set up, and fired continuously at the Semitic soldiers dozens of meters away.
When shooting at a dense crowd at close range, the machine gunner does not even need to aim, he just has to move the muzzle left and right.
A few dozen meters can be covered in a few seconds on normal days, but now it is the distance between life and death. Human beings cannot fight against the barrage with their fragile bullets.
Under the powerful volley of firepower, the Semitic soldiers who had just rushed a few steps fell to the ground. The remaining soldiers saw that the situation was not good and immediately turned around and ran away.
The morale of the Semitic soldiers quickly dissipated, and they quickly overran their positions and retreated directly to the north.
The soldiers of the Totenkopf Division pursued them, recaptured the lost positions, and then opened fire on the fleeing Semites in the trenches.
The artillery in the rear opened fire at the right time, and the shells screamed and flew towards the Semites who were running away frantically. Orange-red flames continued to explode in the crowd.
A few miles away on the left and right sides, the rumble of cannons was heard at the same time.
The Ruman army is besieging this ten-mile protruding area from three sides. In order to advance quickly and break through the human defense line, the Semitic army invested three divisions and more than 10,000 people here.
Kike was shooting at the Semitic people's butts, roaring loudly with excitement.
Next to him, Weir quickly inserted one magazine after another into the machine gun, grinning and laughing. Whenever he saw a Semitic soldier falling to the ground, he shouted loudly: "Hit, hit."
At this time, he suddenly caught sight of several strange black shadows in the corner of his eye.
"What is that?" Weir raised his head and looked up at the sky, only to see dozens of black figures breaking through the clouds and swooping down towards the ground.
"It's a war fortress~!" Weir shouted, "Alarm, alarm. There is a war fortress in the sky..."
The company commander not far away immediately shouted loudly: "Air strike, concealment, concealment~!"
The soldiers who were enjoying the fight quickly retreated into the trench, squatted against the earth wall, raised their heads and looked at the sky above them.
The black undead war fortresses slowly circled above the position, numbering no less than a hundred.
But they did not fire on the ground. The Ruman soldiers were all hidden in the spiderweb-like tunnels, and nothing could be seen from the sky. Then they turned a corner and flew south.
"The enemy ran away, but where did they go?" Weir poked his head out of the trench and looked up at the war fortress and asked.
"Ruman City," Kike glanced at the gradually disappearing war fortress of the undead and said, "They went to fight Ruman City."
"Gas bombs, be careful to avoid them~!"
"Retreat to a safe area, wait until the poisonous gas has been blown away, then come back, retreat, retreat, retreat quickly~!"
The officers loudly warned the soldiers, and the artillery in the Semitic rear opened fire again, sending poison gas bombs onto the position that the Skeleton Division had just recaptured.
The news was quickly reported to Archduke Julian at the general headquarters through the field communication system.
Along the entire front, the surrounded Semitic people were resisting fiercely, and the Semitic generals continued to increase their troops to the protruding part, intending to hold on to this victory.
Looking at the back-and-forth battle situation on the map, Archduke Julius pulled at his hair, which he usually loved like a treasure, and said helplessly: "The tug-of-war is really troublesome."
The enemy poured countless troops into this hole, but there were not many mobile troops left in his hands.
The Grand Duke was hesitating whether to add more troops, but suddenly...
‘Well, Ang…”
The chirping sound went from low to high, and the sharp and high-pitched sound resounded through the sky.
The Grand Duke was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: This voice... why does it sound familiar?
"Air defense alert~!" Someone yelled, "Demon air attack."
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The once bustling streets in Ruman City have become quiet and deserted. There are still many pedestrians on the streets, but they are far from the bustling streets of the past.
Even these pedestrians were walking in a hurry, with worried expressions on their faces. They raised their heads and looked north from time to time.
A low thunder sounded from that direction, and the people in Ruman City all knew that it was the roar of Lord Lorraine's artillery. This war was related to the fate of nearly a million residents of Ruman City and the pattern of the mainland in the next thousand years.
It's going on fiercely outside the city.
Although a large number of people in the city retreated southward and left Ruman City, many militiamen from various places poured in.
Emperor Rudelun vowed not to leave Ruman City. All the nobles and male children in the city did not dare to leave and could only stay in the city.
Therefore, the population of the city has not decreased much.
Until now, the canal in the south of the city is still transporting grain to the city through the Saibo River.
The Ruman people on the road would make a cross on their chests and pray devoutly to the God of Light, hoping that the gang of rustics from the east could win this war.
In the conscience of heaven and earth, when Lord Lorraine's security forces just entered Ruman City, the dead people in the city were still laughing at their common language full of local accents.
Now, I can't wait to hug a soldier of the Eastern Legion and kiss him hard.
Life has to be lived during the war. The nobles can hide at home and have nothing to worry about. But ordinary people have to go out of their homes and go to work to make ends meet.
Sylvia is such a little tailor. She runs a clothing store in her home in the outer city.
The customers are mainly small shop owners who are neither rich nor poor.
It's just that her business has been a lot deserted recently, and she didn't think about making new clothes in these turbulent years.
Sylvia touched the hard gold coins in her pocket. She didn't know how long it would last without income. She had to spend this little money sparingly.
Turning the corner, a group of Guards soldiers hurried past, with two wounded soldiers covered in blood on the carriage in the middle.
Sylvia got out of the way and stopped on the side of the road. Looking at the serious-looking Guards soldiers, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, lowered her head and whispered: "May the God of Light protect you."
A passing Guardsman glanced at her gratefully, raised his hat slightly to thank the lady.
When the soldiers disappeared into the street, Sylvia shook her head, secretly cursing the damn undead high priest and the demons in her heart.
Then he walked into a grain store.
The fat and white boss lay weakly on the counter, flipping through the account books and sighing. When he saw Sylvia walking in, he just nodded and said, "Madam, you are here."
In the past, this boss would greet me warmly.
Sylvia put the basket on the counter and said, "Hello, Mr. Hal, I want twenty kilograms of rice."
The grain store owner turned around and took out a few buckets of white rice from the big wooden barrel, measured it on the scale, poured it into Sylvia's box, and said: "Three silver coins."
"Ah~!" Sylvia couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's gone up again?"
But Boss Hal seemed startled and bowed to her anxiously, saying: "My aunt, how dare you? Look at the notice on the door. The Prime Minister has given orders. If you dare to hoard and drive up prices, you are going to do it."
beheaded,
Yesterday I took a sneak peek, and my head was almost full of bulletins on the public notice wall in Caishikou.
Please don’t hurt me.”
"It's obviously 20 coppers more expensive than last time." Sylvia was convinced. She was not deceived by this damn profiteer at all. She planned to continue bargaining, but when she followed the direction of the store owner's finger, she saw that it was indeed on the door panel.
See eye-catching notices.
"The purchase price was too high, and there was a war going on outside, so the boatmen didn't dare to go out." Boss Hal explained in a low voice: "It was the prime minister who sent soldiers to supervise them and cut off several heads before they started working again.
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Sylvia sighed, took out three warm silver coins from her pocket, reluctantly placed them on the counter, stepped on the basket and turned around to leave.
"Oh, by the way," Boss Hal stopped Sylvia and said bitterly: "In a few days, you won't come to me to buy food."
"Why?" Sylvia frowned.
"After all the grain is sold out, I will close the store. From now on, the government will sell all the grain in the city." Boss Hal sighed and said, "A small store like ours can no longer sell grain."
At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly sounded and spread throughout the city in an instant.
"Hmm... ang... um ang, wuwuwuwu~" a sound like the call of a strange bird sounded over and over again.
Boss Hal looked up at the window and asked in confusion: "What is this sound?"
Sylvia was stunned for a moment. She suddenly remembered what her husband, who was an army officer, once said. She immediately turned around and ran out. As she ran, she shouted loudly: "Air raid siren, the demons are coming. Hurry up and hide in the basement."
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Hal was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, he shook off his fat body, ran very fast, and shouted loudly: "Wife. Wife, you stinky bitch, where did you die?
The demons are calling, hurry up, take our son and go to the basement..."
Sylvia trotted with the basket in her arms and walked quickly towards her home, thinking about her daughter who was only a few years old at home.
Immediately, a black shadow passed over her head. Sylvia raised her head and saw a completely black pyramid building flying over a hundred meters above the ground.
Then...that should be the war fortress of the undead~!
A green light flashed on the war fortress, and a dark spell flew from the air to the ground with a long tail.
It landed just two blocks away, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the ground, and Sylvia could hear a dull rumble.
Then, dozens of war fortresses flew over Sylvia's head like a flock of vultures.
They roared, circled, and fired recklessly at the buildings on the ground.
Dozens of green, black, and dark red light balls fell from the sky, smashing the house into pieces.
Suddenly, billowing black smoke erupted from the city, and several fire heads came out at the same time.
The people on the street were in panic.
Screams, cries, curses... came constantly.
Frightened citizens knocked down roadside stalls, kicked over seat baskets, and ran around like headless flies.
Like a large-scale meteorite rain, more and more dark spells flew to the ground. In just a few minutes, countless smoke and flames rose up in Ruman City.
Sylvia bit her lip and ran towards her home as fast as she could. The black smoke rising in the distance made her very nervous, as that was the direction of her home.
She pushed away countless passers-by. One soldier even stopped her and shouted to her: "Madam, that's the air-raid shelter over there."
He was also pushed away by Sylvia and almost fell to the ground.
She stumbled into the street of her home. She saw a small courtyard not far away that had been blown up by dark magic. Half of the courtyard was turned into ruins and the house had collapsed.
There were people surrounding the area, struggling to open up the rubble and trying to rescue people from inside.
An old woman sat on the ground and screamed. Her whole family was still in the house.
A group of soldiers ran over quickly, drove away the citizens who were rescuing people, and shouted: "Go to the air raid shelters, hurry up, and come back to rescue people after the air raid is over."
Then a soldier carried the crying old lady on his back and quickly evacuated the place.
The light of dark magic was still flashing above their heads.
Sylvia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that this was not her own house. She knocked open her door and shouted loudly: "Katie, Katie."
No one agreed.
Sylvia's heart sank, she threw the basket of rice on the ground, ran out of the house like crazy, looked for her daughter on the street, and shouted: "Katie, Katie~!"
Have you met my daughter? Who has met Katie?"
"Mom, I'm here." A childish voice came from behind her.
Sylvia turned around and saw her daughter covered in mud and dirty. She couldn't help but burst into tears. She stepped forward and grabbed her daughter's hand, pulled her and ran toward the air-raid shelter, saying: "Go quickly, don't stay outside.
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The so-called air-raid shelter was actually just the cellar of a wealthy businessman, and it was now filled with people who came to seek refuge.
"They are besieging the palace~!" The man standing at the door shouted excitedly. He saw all the war fortresses of the undead flying towards the direction of the palace.
A group of young people gathered in front of the door, looking up at the sky.
"Where's our war fortress?"
"That's right, where is our air force?"
"I heard they went to support Fantino's battle."
"Isn't Ruman City more important than Fantino?"
At this time, a loud explosion sounded, and an undead war fortress above the air-raid shelter turned into a ball of fire, burning and falling to the ground.
The oblate-shaped war fortress of the Lightning Squadron of the Security Army Flying Wing with a pair of wings spread rapidly across the sky. The eagle emblem on the side is very bright and eye-catching.
The nose of the Lightning Squadron War Fortress kept spitting out yellow flames, and the Undead War Fortress hurriedly scattered to avoid it, while still firing at the ground.
Their purpose is not to fight the Lightning Squadron, but purely to bomb Ruman City.
"We are fighting them~!" Excited shouts came from the door.
The people in the cellar cheered loudly.
"Hit, hit, hit another~!" The young people crowded in front of the door waved their hats and cheered loudly.
Ten minutes later, the air raid siren stopped.
The hurried footsteps of soldiers sounded on the street. They were rushing to put out the fire, rescue the injured citizens, and collect the bodies of the dead. To be continued.