In a position on the street, a dwarf soldier leaned behind a sandbag, feeling the tremor of the earth - the Tang Army's Type 96 main battle tank ran over him, and the dirt fell from the rolling tracks, hitting the dwarf.
There was a clanging sound on his helmet.
The 75 mm caliber howitzer set up in the middle of the position had been completely destroyed, and next to the scattered ammunition boxes was the mutilated body of the gunner.
The huge roar of the engine made it impossible to hear what the surrounding dwarf soldiers were shouting. The intensive machine gun fire was killing the dwarf soldiers who were stubbornly resisting.
In theory, this position has no garrison value at all, but the dwarves still invested dozens of soldiers here, hoping that they could stop the Tang army's advance.
But they couldn't do such a thing at all. With only one attack, the Tang army, under the cover of tanks, penetrated this fragile barricade.
The only dwarf soldier who caused some trouble for the Tang army fired his grenade when the Tang army entered the trench, and went to hell with the two Tang soldiers who were caught off guard.
A dwarf soldier holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle hurriedly got into the building next to him. He didn't dare to look back. He just got in from the side of the ruins and dug out as quickly as possible.
The window on the other side.
He could hear his rapid breathing as he ran wildly, and he could also hear the gunshots behind him that were gradually becoming sparse.
You don't need to check to know that the entire infantry platoon was finished. They didn't even get the Tang army to stop and reorganize the attack, and they were basically wiped out.
If his comrades hadn't told him to run away at the last moment, he might have died in that position that was surrounded by wind and had no way to defend.
When they set up that position, they thought that the place they were guarding could suppress all directions and was an excellent strategic point. But after the fight started, they discovered that it was really a deadly place that could be hit from all directions.
He kept running, passing through a street full of gravel and rubble, not paying attention to the corpse of the dwarf traitor hanging on the street lamp, and then got into another ruins again.
They had hung those corpses on the street lamps these past few days in order to intimidate the defecting civilians and stop them from providing intelligence to the Tang army.
Unexpectedly, there were more and more traitors, and the street lights were almost not enough. There were civilians everywhere hiding food supplies and other materials for the Tang army, and once the dwarf soldiers discovered such a thing, they would immediately kill these guys who might rebel.
After climbing up the stairs and sitting down at a corner with his rifle in his arms, the dwarf soldier finally felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief.
It is impossible for the pursuer to catch him so quickly, because he is really running away, but it is impossible for the other party to risk chasing him all the way regardless of dangers such as ambushes.
"Heh...heh..." A loud gasp echoed at the corner of the empty staircase. The door to his side was open, and there were dried splatters of blood on the corner.
They searched the nearby houses. Some dwarf civilians did not escape, so they robbed these people of food. Some dwarves escaped, so they rushed into the house and took away everything they could use.
This area was full of civilians, so there wasn't anything good. The deserter vaguely remembered that he had been to this place a few days ago, and that there should be the bodies of the male and female owners inside the door.
The two men refused to cooperate and hand over their food, so a few of their soldiers opened fire that day and killed the man. They also used women to vent their animalistic desires.
Later, the woman also died, stabbed to death by a lunatic among them. Several people did not report such a trivial matter, and did not even take it seriously.
Today, he ran to this place again, and then he remembered some details of that day... Unfortunately, several people who committed the crime with him that day had already died in the barricade he had just escaped from.
Maybe this is called retribution, an idea came to his mind inexplicably. But then he laughed to himself, because he never believed in the so-called retribution.
Just when he was thinking this, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Although the sound was not very loud, it was still sharp and creepy in the empty corridor.
"Who? Who is there!" The dwarf soldier subconsciously grasped the rifle in his hand, but he knew that there were actually no bullets in his rifle.
When the Tang army attacked the barricade where he was, he fled without having time to check his ammunition reserves. Sadly, he thought he still had 5 bullets in his rifle, but he just discovered that the 5 bullets inside were in his nervous state.
It was already exhausted during the firing process.
Frankly speaking, he is not a qualified soldier, his training is not sufficient, and he does not have much battlefield experience. There is no problem in letting him bully civilians, but it is a bit reluctant for him to face the enemy.
"Squeak..." Accompanied by a long and piercing sound, the door that was ajar and where the only dead person should be left in the room was pushed open.
A dwarf civilian slowly revealed half of his face. Before the dwarf deserter sitting on the stairs could exhale and relax, he saw the man coming out from behind the door holding a sharp kitchen knife.
"What are you going to do?" The soldier instinctively became vigilant and reached for the bayonet on his waist. Although he had no bullets, he still seemed to have a certain advantage in weapons.
"I saw with my own eyes that day that you killed my son...and defiled my daughter-in-law." The old dwarf spoke slowly and said in a cold tone: "You four!"
"Don't come here! Don't force me to kill you." The dwarf soldier swallowed his saliva and warned nervously. As he spoke, he stuck his slender bayonet on the muzzle of his gun.
"Beast! Your death has come." The old dwarf showed a sharp kitchen knife, and the door on the other side was pushed open, and another dwarf walked out, holding a shovel in his hand.
"I recognize you! It was you who stole our food!" The dwarf holding the shovel stood behind the old dwarf, looking down at the soldiers on the stairs, and said coldly.
The dwarf soldier was a little timid. He really wasn't sure how to deal with two people at the same time. If they really struggled with each other, he would definitely be injured or even die here. He didn't want to risk his life with these madmen, he just needed to run away.
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Thinking of this, he looked towards the stairs leading to the first floor, and then he saw three or four dwarves holding various weapons, staring at him with hatred.
"No one...don't come here! I, I was forced too! Let me go! Otherwise you will all die today!" The dwarf soldier leaned against the wall behind him in panic, pointing his sharp bayonet at the approaching crowd.
The next second, someone reached out to grab his weapon and lifted it up forcefully. A sharp knife stabbed the dwarf soldier in the abdomen, causing him to scream hysterically.
He wanted to struggle, but his arm was already grabbed by someone. He wanted to shout, but he could only scream like a slaughtered pig.
The soldiers of the Tang Army in the distance noticed the movement here, but when they walked along the ruins to the building that had not collapsed, they only saw a group of dwarf civilians surrounding the body of a dwarf soldier with holes all over his body.
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"Did you kill him?" The Tang Army soldiers who saw the twisted corpse asked the few dwarves who did not leave in disbelief.
"Yes, he deserves to die." The old dwarf, whose hands were full of blood and whose steel knife was still stuck in the corpse, glanced at the Tang soldiers and replied angrily: "He is just a bastard!"
"Maybe... are any of you injured?" Of course, the Tang soldiers would not pursue the dwarf civilians for attacking the dwarf soldiers. He just felt that he should help these locals who seemed to have been wronged.
No one spoke...
"Leave here and go north..." The Tang soldiers pointed in the direction of the barricade they occupied: "It will be safe over there. There will be food and plenty to eat."
"Thank you..." Finally, as if the dwarves had come to life, they squeezed out an unclear word through their teeth.
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I'm not in the mood today, so I only wrote this chapter. I'll postpone the update until tomorrow... Sorry.
