From the moment the Titans soldiers entered Ludes, the situation was completely out of control.
In order to win over the soldiers and tie them to their chariots, Prince Bernard and other coup participants did have a plan to indulge the soldiers, but it was limited to a few areas and there were time limits. They also knew very well that wanton indulgence would bring
hazards and consequences.
For the soldiers of the two camps, looting and violence are part of combat operations. They are a way to celebrate their own survival and vent their emotions. They are also one of the legitimate incomes. In order to boost morale and humiliate the defeated country, the commander will also encourage his subordinates
Do this.
But that was in an enemy country. Unless it was a lawless period with warlords and endless wars, a reasonably smart politician would never risk his own political future and life by allowing military leaders and ruffians to mess around, even if it was a
Not even those from the camp. Not to mention the reputation of being a notorious soldier, the term "rogue soldier" alone is enough for the vast majority of powerful people to treat him with caution.
If they really took the lead in the coup, most people would probably be dissatisfied, and overall it would end with a peaceful acceptance. However, from beginning to end, they were just puppets dancing according to other people's scripts.
Walgrave cut the steak slowly, the plump and juicy beef emitted bursts of steam, the silverware danced dexterously, and the sparkling champagne was colorful under the candlelight. The fire outside the window was soaring into the sky, wailing, screaming, and hideous laughter mixed together.
, ring-shaped
The array of communication terminals played real-time broadcasts of death and violence all over Lüdes. The surround sound was deafening, and the hoarse singing "Broken.English" further increased the concentration of decadence and madness in the room.
The soldiers gathered together, picked up heads and limbs with bayonets, and laughed wildly while bathing in blood and minced meat;
Deep in the alley, there was a loud sound of rude chewing, and the man surrounded by Titans soldiers had his internal organs eviscerated, making final convulsions while tearing and biting;
Under the flickering street lights, the woman whose clothes were torn looked up at the night sky aimlessly. The man on top of her breathed out heavily, and while thrusting his body forward, he bit down on his plump breasts. Fat and blood flowed down the ferocious breasts.
dripping from the corners of the mouth;
This is anything but normal.
As long as it is not an extreme situation such as a great famine, it is impossible for people to eat people on a group scale, let alone eat them raw like wild beasts.
Volgrevo's masterpiece.
Before the Titans coup troops entered Lueders, a large number of "specially processed" cans, biscuits, and seasonings were supplied to them. The latest type of refined ergot fungus-"crocodile" mixed with them, in addition to producing
In addition to strong hallucinations, the "brain limit switch" will be released, allowing people to exert zombie-like strange powers. What's even more frightening is that users will have a strong cannibalistic urge and an extreme thirst for blood and meat.
It may be that this is not powerful enough, or it may be purely for recycling waste and handling dangerous goods. Someone's "Father's Cuisine No. 13" was given to the Titans as a midnight snack when they entered the garrison. Someone read a book called "
After reading the cooking reference book "The Spirit of the King of Medicine", in order to achieve the effect of naked clothes and ecstasy in the book, I did not hesitate to
Yu Di used banned drugs and hormones to replace the daily necessities of food, rice, oil and salt... Compared with the murderous dishes in the past, this time it was rare that no dead people were eaten. However, the experimental subjects became extremely muscular and burst out of their clothes, and the hair on both sides of their heads fell off quickly and turned into mohawks.
He talks nonsense at the same time and behaves abnormally...a devilish muscular man with such characteristics.
This kind of dangerous substance obviously cannot be processed through conventional channels. Rather than throwing it into the wilderness to create some mutant monsters, it is better to give it to the Titans' bipeds, which can be considered a reasonable use.
(Even if the effect of the medicine wears off, a mad dog that has tasted the taste of living human flesh and blood will not be able to return to normal... It doesn't matter, anyway, the "evidence" is sufficient. What follows is a matter in the political field and has nothing to do with me.)
Swallowing the beef, Walgrevo began to destroy the stew.
His movements were very graceful and matched that upright and beautiful face, but bathed in the bloody halo of so many tragedies, it made people feel that there was no difference between his calmness and cruelty.
The knife and fork stopped. His sharp eyes moved to the terminal interface in the left corner.
A white flash flashed across the burning streets, filled with ugliness and depravity, and the despair of people's hearts. The flash was even more dazzling, almost making people bow to it.
"Did the puppet fail?"
Putting down his knife and fork, Walgrave smiled contemptuously.
Let the dolls with set conditions engage in combat missions, and this is the result. At first glance, it seems to be infinitely powerful, but in fact there are many problems. If the action mode is further restricted, the solution will be quite simple.
Having said that, it is also a genuine killing machine. After understanding the opponent's performance parameters in advance, knowing its action mode, and analyzing its weaknesses, it can still stand on that battlefield and face a super weapon that can smash itself to pieces in an instant, without even trying.
There is a big difference between charging hesitantly and being reckless and ignorant.
"Should we say that he has grown a little and is one step closer to the goal set by that bastard?"
Adding grapefruit honey and cream to the cup, stirring the black tea with a silver spoon, Walgrave twisted a scone.
He knew very well that Li Lin had great expectations for Roland, and even if the two parted ways, that expectation would not weaken at all.
To be honest, he was annoyed by this.
It's not that Roland is jealous of Li Lin's attention - that is Jelles's specialty. It's not that he is envious and afraid of Roland's growth - considering the gap in strength between the two sides, he will be envious, jealous and hateful of the growth of a human being.
, should I say she is a yandere? Or is it so unreasonable that people can’t understand it?
What Walgrave couldn't swallow was one sentence.
——Is it okay even if you want to kill Roland?
Before the battle began, Walgrave asked Li Lin.
This is a request for instructions, and it also paves the way for exonerating responsibility in the future. It is also a small provocation to that arrogant bastard.
——It’s okay.
Before the joy in his heart could be condensed into shape, he gave a brisk reply. He looked up in astonishment, and a mocking sneer was waiting for him.
Li Lin didn't explain, and there was no need to explain at all.
The meaning of ease can be understood at a glance.
——If you can do it.
The moment he understood the unfinished words, intense humiliation erupted, burning every inch of skin and every nerve.
Since you have so much confidence in that young boy, just watch it carefully, biting your fingers while watching your beloved toy being destroyed in the most worthless way. Don't you feel resigned to it!
After clicking on the interface, Walgrevo brought up the 3D map, and the situation in Lüdes was clear at a glance. As the Titans entered the capital, the defense forces retreated. However, some troops remained in the city. Roland was searched
He squeezed out a deep laugh from his throat as he read the troop numbers near the advance route.
This is really the best stage.
2 No. III high-mobility wheeled self-propelled assault guns;
1 E-10 assault gun;
Then the leader was——
"Brother Reinbach?"
The sibling unit known as the "highest synchronization rate" among the armored forces of the National Defense Forces is a new weapon specially developed for rapid maneuver warfare, and it is located in the area with the highest concentration of interference particles.
With such favorable conditions, it is no problem to deal with a mere cavalryman.
When you learn that the work of art on which you have invested your time, money, energy, and placed your hopes on has been swallowed up by the ugly monster produced by the assembly line, what will be the expression on that face that always smiles as if it will not be shaken by anything?
The laughter, distorted by excitement, echoed in the dining room.
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Like ink dripping into water, the wavering began to spread among the SS commandos.
The situation is not good.
Although it's not a collapse, it's still a bit bad.
When things are going smoothly and you are suddenly hit in the head, it is inevitable for anyone to panic.
If you learn through the radio that the opponent only has a single rider, you can enter uninhabited territory with just a white horse and a silver gun. You can continuously break through your own two lines of defense using automatic weapons. Even veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles will inevitably be shaken.
one time.
Relevant information has been confirmed repeatedly, and multiple sightings confirmed that the enemy only has one rider, a "girl riding a white unicorn, wearing white armor, and with long hair."
Simply unbelievable.
Due to the intermediate transmission process or the relationship between the witnesses themselves, the information obtained on the battlefield will inevitably have biases, and sometimes there will even be false alarms that can be used as a joke. Usually, as long as several pieces of information from different sources are compared,
It's easy to tell the difference between true and false.
At present, there are more than one report describing the same content. This makes its authenticity sufficient to establish.
What exactly happened? Is it possible for a single cavalryman to do this? Is that really a human being? He is no different from the legendary familiar who faced an army of 70,000 soldiers alone!
If it were any other army, it would probably have begun to fall into chaos, or even show signs of collapse. The defense force is still "shaky", and its morale is still strong. This is enough to show its strength.
There are three reasons for this.
The first is training that is highly close to actual combat. "Resurrection with full health on the spot, full-screen blocking jamming, air strike density at minute intervals, free NBC weapons, Midi's strongest weapon reaches the density of Maozi's steel torrent, plus
"Light Infantry Who Caught a Rabbit" - The defense force, which had long been tortured to the point of being incapacitated by the Blue Army's various tricks on the training ground, knew how to deal with adversity.
The second is the use of drugs. The National Defense Forces also use stimulants on soldiers. In addition to those sold to the armies of various countries, Ritalin and Modafinil are also distributed to officers and non-commissioned officers so that they can always maintain a high concentration on the battlefield.
, and improve memory at the same time. When the battle situation is unfavorable, a calm commander can always quickly lead his subordinates to adjust their status.
Third, the biggest reason is that the Defense Force still has sufficient advantages.
Not only is the advantage in terms of equipment level, but also the advantage in quantity.
The basic principle of war is to crush the enemy with numerical superiority. No matter what kind of strategy, to be honest, most of them use the terrain and conditions to guide the situation into a "many versus one" situation.
If one doesn't work, go to 2, if 2 doesn't work, go to 4, if 4 doesn't work, go to 16, if 16 doesn't work, go to 256... In the end, the opponent will be overwhelmed by the absolute numerical advantage.
In fact, it is not necessary to invest so many troops. Just a few armored vehicles are enough to form an absolute advantage at both the "qualitative" and "quantitative" levels. It can be said that it has gone beyond one-sidedness and has risen to the level of lynching individuals by a group.
To a certain extent.
No one complained or questioned this.
They are soldiers, and it is their bounden duty to obey orders and complete tasks.
What's more, since ancient times, when faced with threatening beasts, intelligent species have always used human sea tactics to suppress the opponent.
"There is only one enemy?"
The young man sitting on the turret basket wears a boat-shaped cap, his blond hair is combed into a three-part hair, and his bangs hang down on the left side. His calm and unhurried expression makes his slightly slender features still have a military temperament. The silver skull representing the armored Corps logo shines on the black jacket.
radiant.
"It has been confirmed three times. It will not be wrong. It is expected to arrive nearby in 8 minutes."
Another young man in the distance held down his throat intercom to answer. Their highly similar looks announced their identities as twins. The man who answered at the moment had his hair parted on the right side, and his gold-rimmed crystal glasses made him look even calmer.
.
"Is there something wrong with the interference particle dispersion device?"
It is hard to imagine that flesh and blood can break through the defense line built by automatic weapons. It is another matter if there is the blessing of supernatural power such as magic. But at this moment, Ludes is shrouded in a thick fog of disturbing particles. If anyone can use magic
.It is natural to wonder if there is something wrong with the interference dispersion device.
"There is no problem with the dispersion device."
After a pause, the young man with glasses strengthened his tone.
"At this stage, it is assumed that the opponent can use magic, and we will use Sigma mode to attack and defeat the opponent with all our strength."
"learn."
The two young men took a deep breath and got into the turret. The two wheeled self-propelled assault guns turned on the "Sparrowhawk" infrared night vision devices at the same time.
"Team Reinbach, move out!"
The sounds overlapped perfectly, as if they were uttered by one person.
Taking this cry as a signal, the steel monster let out a deep roar and galloped at full speed.
Surprisingly, even though there were no signal flares or radio contact, the two wheeled assault guns approached their destination from two different directions at the same speed. During the journey, the muzzles of the turrets also happened to form mutual cover and cross fire.
angle. It was as if there was an invisible line connecting the two assault guns.
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If you look down on Lüdes from the air, you will see a polygon radiating out from the center to the Île de la Cité. The ancient Seine River bisects this polygon, and 37 bridges along the river connect the north and south sides of the city. It can be said that who controls the Seine River
, whoever controls half of Lüdes.
The initiators of the coup were well aware of this, and they took countermeasures at the first opportunity - blasting nearly half of the bridges, including many scenic spots and historic sites such as the New Bridge and the Art Bridge, leaving only a few with sufficient carrying capacity for convenient transportation.
Concentrate your forces to control it.
Simple, crude and effective.
However, the group of guys who obviously suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder were not satisfied with this. They also blocked part of the street with barbed wire and laid mines. Many fleeing citizens plunged into the minefield. Shrapnel flew across the street.
It was beaten into a sieve with steel balls.
If not for the lack of time and lack of troops, this group of war-mad men would probably have stormed into the Louvre and turned it into a fortress.
Even so, they have succeeded in paralyzing traffic in Lüdes.
There were fires, shellings, shootings, and out-of-control coup soldiers everywhere. The panicked flow of people fled back and forth, further exacerbating the congestion. Many panicked people plunged into dead ends, and when they realized something was wrong and wanted to turn back, they were pushed forward by the crowd behind them.
, the weak people died due to being pushed and trampled, and more people were tortured and killed by the mob groups that caught up. Countless alleys were filled with the corpses of innocent people.
It has to be said that there are only a few shelters in Lüdes, which is like the bottom of the cauldron of hell. It has allowed tens of thousands of people to temporarily avoid the disaster. It has to be said to be a miracle.
Part of the reason is that the Titans troops are out of control. Everyone from the commander on down is immersed in the crazy stimulation caused by drugs and cannot take organized actions at all. The defense forces only focus on government agencies and do not deliberately attack civilians.
.But these are not the main reasons.
The public security enforcement agency that maintains order in Luders - the Souka Knights, their fighting is the biggest and most direct shield for the refugees.
"Shit! Shit!"
The huge body like a rock was swallowed up by the crowd. Those thugs with red eyes and who didn't care if their limbs were broken covered the blue uniforms of the vigilante knights. In less than 10 seconds, the curses and screams were also covered, only
What remains is a disgusting chewing sound.
"Captain Daryl!"
Rosetta's third-class military attaché yelled out in grief and anger. All that was left in his sight was a pile of humanoid beasts feasting on food, and a chewed-up, blood-stained Adrian helmet. He only had time to take a step and a handle
The cavalry sword was in front of me. The body stood up
That is to say, she turned sideways and took away a few strands of hair. The cavalry sword was too late to withdraw and got stuck on the serrations of the hunting knife held by the female swordsman in her left hand. With an angry roar bursting out of her belly, the cavalry sword was broken in response, and she held the sword.
The Titans officer was also split open in the chest.
Like the Capital Guard, the Canghua Knights are also a "troop that rejects the trend." They have not been equipped with new weapons, nor have they conducted relevant training. But unlike the Capital Guard, this is not something they have always done.
The state we are seeking is purely a redress of the army. There is no time to fill in the openings for military expansion. The police in the capital will just make do with it. Anyway, there is no need to use artillery to deal with criminal law and order. If there is a big trouble, we will engage in riot control. Then
It's the military's business.
As a result, the Canghua Knights fought until the "Night of Long Knives" and took their proud swords onto the battlefield.
Finally, they were more lucky than the capital garrison. They didn't have to face tank cannons and steel ball shrapnel with swords, guns, swords and halberds. The Titans' brains were not working very well at the moment, and they couldn't even line up to kill.
Only with enthusiasm and reasonable staffing can this shelter be sustained.
By now, it can be said that the Canghua Knights have squandered all their life's luck tonight.
After being attacked, some citizens with experience in disaster prevention immediately rushed to open areas such as the Star Square, St. Augustan Square, Alma Square and other places with their children. Later, as the scope of the riot expanded, some temporary shelters were also attacked, and the refugees
They started to flee again. Going back and forth, the cooperation
Square and the Tuileries Garden became the largest refuge in the city center. Relying on temporary barricades and organizing male auxiliary operations among the refugees, as well as martial arts, the refuge has persisted until now. It can be said that the Knight of Canghua
The regiment has lived up to their uniform and oath.
"There are generals who surrender, but there are no vigilante knights who surrender! Soldiers can surrender, but we will never bow to evil!"
With hundreds of people and two thousand auxiliary personnel defending such a large area, they persisted for nearly 4 hours in the face of a steady stream of crazy soldiers who looked like doomsday zombies. This kind of tenacious combat effectiveness, according to military standards, is
It can be considered an ace unit.
only--
"Those guys look like they're at their limit."
In the darkness, a voice without temperature commented. Through the 6x scope, ice-like blue eyes watched everything going on in the shelter.
The SADF commandos have incorporated a considerable number of snipers. They are responsible for tasks such as attacking fortresses, reconnaissance, controlling key points, and covering the retreat of troops. Next to the Place de la Concorde is the Pont de la Concorde. Across the bridge is the Privy Council and the courtyard behind the Tuileries Garden.
Worley Street leads directly to the north wing of the Louvre. Such an important place will naturally be under surveillance.
From beginning to end, they watched the attack and defense of the shelter. It was precisely because of this that Rosetta's figure attracted them.
She was not the strongest, and she only survived by relying on the desperate efforts of her colleagues to save her on several occasions.
She is not a person with leadership skills. She often goes too far and is almost surrounded.
What attracts the defense force soldiers is probably her indomitable perseverance, or the spirit of the Souka Knights condensed in her.
"It's so dazzling."
Insects crawled into the eyeballs. The sniper who had been lurking in the cemetery with rotting corpses for several days without saying a word sighed. The deputy shooter beside him and his colleagues lurking elsewhere who heard this emotion through the radio nodded silently.
It doesn’t matter race, stance, or ideology. No matter how dazzling things are, they can’t erase their brilliance. Regardless of fear, disgust, or yearning, no one can deny or refuse to deny that dazzling and captivating thing - anyone will be fascinated.
The beauty and magnificence. Finally, it was condensed into one word to sum up the people who created this eternal moment.
"That person, those people... in the words that have disappeared, are 'heroes.'"
Everyone yearns for heroes, hopes to be a hero, and longs to be around heroes. This is a very natural emotion.
"But we are cogs."
They are not heroes who rise up in response to the call of the people, nor are they villains who insist on their opinions. They are just part of the national and military machinery, parts that operate to achieve their goals.
So, there is only one thing to do.
Among the chaotic shouts of killing, the scream of the 7.92mm sniper rifle was particularly loud. For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped.
"Well?"
Rosetta held her waist and abdomen, watching the blood flow out from between her fingers with a look of disbelief. As her strength flowed away from the wound, a burning dull pain spread.
Sniper failed? Still alive?
That's not the case.
Pulling the bolt, the bright yellow cartridge case jumped out, loaded and locked. The action was completed in one go, and a young man who was approaching Rosetta and shouting something was put into the crosshairs.
——He deliberately prevented her from dying.
——"She" is the bait.
Anyone who tries to save her will be beaten into a honeycomb.
If you want to be a hero, you will die like garbage.
Pulling the trigger again, the female swordsman's hand suddenly dropped down in the sight in just a few steps. (~^~)