Joselaina, this elven city once known as the Emerald on the Eastern Continent, has now been devastated by the flames of war. The broken walls and ruins are like the back of an aging old man, silently telling the cruelty of war in the smoke.
The air is filled with a disgusting burnt smell, which is the smell of death left after the collision of life and steel. The once bustling streets are now empty, only the stone roads stained red with blood are crying silently.
The torrent of steel from the 3rd Army of the Tang Empire was like a black tide, pouring mercilessly into the central area of this ancient city. The soldiers of the Tang Army did not even have time to change their uniforms, so they could only wear yellow and green field camouflage, carrying composite materials.
With a thick-looking steel helmet, he entered the street full of buildings.
They are like the God of Death coming from the abyss, harvesting all lives that dare to resist. The AK47 assault rifles in their hands spit out scorching tongues of fire, tearing everything in their way into pieces.
"Ta-ta-ta!" Intensive gunshots echoed in the sky. The elf soldiers who could not withstand the situation exited the building they were holding on to in groups of three or five, and fled to hide in the building across the road in embarrassment.
"Thud! Thud!" Soon the armored vehicles of the Tang Army circled out from the other side of the street and fired at the wall with machine guns, shooting out a cloud of white smoke. The elf soldiers hiding in the building continued to run away, and they did not even have time to search.
There was food and valuable things in the house.
Deafening gunshots, explosions, and screams intertwined into a symphony of death, echoing in the empty streets. On both sides of the streets, most of the exquisite streetlights that cost a lot of money to install have been damaged, as if they were a symbol of peace for the city.
A moment of silence for the fate to come.
At the corner of the street covered by a pile of rubble, a house that had been half destroyed by artillery fire stood stubbornly, providing the last shelter for a small group of elven soldiers.
Wearing military uniforms stained with dust and blood, and M35 steel helmets, they were gray-headed and exhausted, but they still held the Mauser 98K rifles tightly in their hands, and their deep eyes shone with hatred and determination.
"Damn it! Their tanks are coming again!" A young elf soldier cursed in a low voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
His name was Aigole, and he was the youngest in the team. His face still had a bit of childishness, but the war had left an indelible shadow on his originally clear eyes. He nervously licked the chapped eyes.
His lips and knuckles turned white from excessive exertion, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
He had only seen what real war was a few days ago, and today he was already an experienced warrior: being able to save his life under the attack of the Tang army, in addition to luck, also proved that he had some talent.
"Calm down, soldier!" the squad leader sitting next to him scolded in a low voice, but there was a trace of imperceptible fatigue and helplessness in his tone.
His name is Douglas, a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles in the war with the dwarves. His face is covered with weathered and knife-like wrinkles, which are the medals left to him by the war. His profound eyes scanned everyone
The subordinate's face finally rested on the recruit beside him, and he said solemnly: "Save your strength and wait for the opportunity. We have no retreat. We must fight until the last moment to buy time for our compatriots!"
After hearing the captain's order, Aigole took a deep breath and tried to calm down his nervousness. He pressed his body tightly against the cold wall and stared at the other end of the street.
A Type 96 main battle tank of the Tang Army, like a giant steel beast, rumbled over with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Its heavy tracks crushed the ground, making a heart-wrenching "creak" sound, as if the approaching footsteps of death hit the hearts of the elven soldiers with every move.
"Everyone, prepare to fight!" Douglas's voice was low and powerful, as if declaring a fatal battle. He squinted his eyes and stared at the approaching tank. He raised the rifle in his hand slightly and pointed at the steel man.
monster.
The elf soldier closest to the tank suddenly stood up from the ravine on one side and threw a grenade at the advancing tank: "Boom!"
The grenade exploded next to the tank. The shock wave generated by the explosion blew away the surrounding gravel and dust, forming a column of black smoke that shot straight into the sky, instantly blocking everyone's sight.
However, this grenade did not cause any substantial damage to the tank. It just paused for a moment and then continued to advance slowly. The heavy machine gun on the turret spit out deadly tongues of flame, beating the surrounding buildings into pieces.
Full of holes.
"Damn! These damn bastards! If only there was a rocket launcher." Aigole couldn't help but curse again. He stood up suddenly, aimed the rifle in his hand at the tank driver's position, and pressed the button hard.
Move the trigger.
No matter how accurate his gun is, it can't penetrate the tank's armor, but he only has this gadget in his hand. As he said, if there is a rocket launcher, he can at least break the tank's tracks and stop the opponent's progress.
pace.
Unfortunately, this is also a luxury for them: the defenders of Ruslena do not have many anti-tank weapons such as rocket launchers, and most of these weapons are sent to the northern front after they are produced.
Now they are in dire need of this kind of thing, but the temporarily produced rocket launchers are simply not enough to support their consumption in the battle. As far as their logistics has been completely paralyzed, even if there are rocket launchers, they cannot be delivered to the hands of the frontline combat troops.
"Bang!" The bullet he fired hit the target accurately with vengeful fury, but could only leave a few shallow white marks on the tank's thick armor, as if mocking the futility of the elven soldiers.
Not far away, a loudspeaker was playing a recorded voice repeatedly, making Aigole, who was helpless with the tank, even more irritated: "Give up resistance, elves! Your city has been occupied by us, your emperor."
They have all run away, there is no hope for you!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing these words, the elf soldiers who had been red-eyed in the battle clenched their fists angrily, wishing to rush forward and die together with the enemy.
.
But they also know that what the other party said is the truth. They are now like beasts trapped in a cage, waiting desperately for the judgment of fate.
At this moment, the Tang Army's Type 96 tank, which was crushing forward, suddenly stopped moving forward, and then began to reverse backwards.
The pressure on a group of elven soldiers who had been struggling just now was suddenly greatly reduced, and the shaky position seemed to be able to be defended again.
But then they knew why the tanks of the Tang Empire suddenly began to retreat, because there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and several Tang Army thunder and lightning attack aircraft roared past. They lowered their altitude and used tanks mounted under their wings.
The laser-guided bomb targeted the dilapidated house where the Elf team was hiding.
"No! Hide quickly! Get down!" Douglas's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly. He threw a soldier next to him to the ground. However, it was too late.
"boom!"
A laser-guided bomb accurately hit the target. The huge explosion was deafening, and flames shot into the sky, swallowing up the entire house.
When the smoke dissipated, only a huge crater and a few mutilated corpses were left on the spot...
Douglas felt a sharp pain coming from his chest. He was blown away by the shock wave of the bomb and fell heavily into a pile of rubble. The soldier pinned under him did not know whether he was dead or alive.
He struggled to stand up, but found that his vision was blurry, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly. He shook his head and tried to wake himself up, but in vain.
"Platoon Commander! Platoon Commander!" A weak voice came from his ears. Douglas reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure beside him.
It's Aigole, he's still alive!
"Let's go! Leave me alone!" Douglas shouted with the last bit of his strength. He knew that Tang Jun's attack would not stop and that staying here would only lead to his death in vain.
Aigole didn't hear what Douglas was shouting at all, and his ears were full of buzzing. But he saw the blood on Douglas's body and the horrific wounds. So he hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and put down
Douglas, who was already dying, turned around and ran towards the other end of the street.
When he looked back again, he saw the Tang Army tank that had just reversed and retreated and came back. This time, it was followed by an infantry fighting vehicle. Those Tang Army soldiers wearing yellow and green camouflage also appeared just now.
on the ruins.
Aigele ran like crazy, and the gunshots of the Tang Army kept ringing behind him. He didn't know how long he had been running, and he didn't know where he was going. He only knew that he had to live, and for the sake of his dead comrades, he also had to
Live.
"Swish, swish, swish!" A round of bullets whizzed past Aigole's ears, hitting the wall next to him and splashing a burst of gravel.
Aigele was so frightened that he quickly hid behind a broken wall, his heart beating wildly. He stuck his head out, carefully observed his surroundings, and found that he had run into a narrow alley.
There was no one in the alley, only gravel and rubble on the ground, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filling the air. Aigole took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He must find his troops as soon as possible, otherwise he would just
Like a bereaved dog, he could hide around in this fallen city and eventually be caught or killed by the Tang army.
In his opinion, humans are not good things and will definitely drive out the elves. This is his understanding, and it is also the propaganda of the elves before. He does not dare to try to surrender, so he can only hide here and there.
He walked forward along the alley, being cautious every step he took. He didn't want to be discovered and killed by the Tang army, nor did he want to be accidentally killed by friendly troops who were surrounded by soldiers. So he had to be cautious and try to ensure that no one would aim at his head at the next intersection.
After walking for about ten minutes, he came to a corner. He stuck his head out, looked around, and found that there was a relatively spacious street in front of him.
Sporadic battles can still be seen on the streets. Elf soldiers and Tang army soldiers exchanged fierce fire among the ruins. Gunshots and explosions occurred one after another. Aigole did not dare to stay for a long time. He bent down and quickly crossed the street to hide.
Entered a courtyard.
"Shh! Don't make a sound!" A voice came from the side.
"Who!" Aigole was startled. He quickly picked up the rifle in his hand and pointed in the direction of the sound.
"Don't be nervous, my friend! Move the muzzle away, damn it!" An elf came out of the shadows. He was wearing a dusty iron-gray military uniform, his face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and he was holding a gun in his hand.
An MP40 submachine gun.
"Which department are you in?" After looking at the embarrassed Aigole, the elf with the rank of squad leader asked.
"I am from the 2nd Platoon of the Third Company," Aigole replied: "My name is Aigole."
"I am from the 1st Platoon of the Company, acting platoon commander." The elf soldier said: "My name is Kelb. Shouldn't you be from Douglas? Where is he?"
"Yes," Aigole nodded: "He... was in the bombing just now..."
Aigole didn't say any more, but Kelb already understood what he meant. He patted Aigole on the shoulder and comforted him: "I understand. It seems that it is not easy for you to get here."
"We still have seven or eight people here..." After a pause, Kelb said, "We plan to go to the school behind to have a look. Over there is the defense line of the Second Regiment. Maybe they can have some extra ammunition. Are you willing to join?
Us?"
Kelb's words were full of solicitation. In such chaotic street fighting, it is always a good thing to have an additional veteran in the team. Even if this person can only run away, it is more useful than a prospective recruit.
"Of course, I will go with you." Aigole said without hesitation. He must now act with such a force. This can greatly increase his probability of survival and also prevent him from being accidentally injured by his companions.
Sieve. He couldn't bear to grieve for Douglas. He had to cheer up and continue living.
"How much ammunition are left?" Kelb asked several other elven soldiers in the yard. At this time, Aigole realized that there were already several elven soldiers standing around him unknowingly. They were all very embarrassed, and their bodies were covered with blood.
Blood stained dust.
"There isn't much left. When will the supplies arrive?" An elf soldier replied with a sad face. He shook the rifle in his hand. Now he only had a few bullets left in the chamber.
"There are no supplies at all, and there are no new orders from the headquarters." Kelb walked helplessly to the middle of the team. It was obvious that he was the commander of these people: "I sent someone to ask in the morning, and they told us to hold our position and not retreat.
, I didn’t say anything else.”
"Then you have to give us ammunition." The elf soldier complained before, "Without ammunition, how can we hold our position?"
"Like I just said, if that doesn't work, let's go to the school behind and have a look. Isn't that the second regiment's defense line? Maybe they can have some extra ammunition..." Kelb suggested.
"Okay, let's set off now!" Several people nodded, then looked at Aigole and asked, "Boss? Is this kid going with us too?"
"Yes!" Kelb walked at the front, and Aigole, who quickly followed him, also quickly introduced himself: "I, my name is Aigole, from the third company."
"Don't die..." "Welcome to join..." "You look silly..." "Do you have anything to eat?" Several voices came at the same time, and no one seemed to expect any response. This newly formed team
Get on the road immediately and head towards the school that has no students left.
