There is a rather vast grassland on the border between the Koncadas Empire and the Fifth Empire China, and in the past, most of the pastures in other grasslands have begun to wither, and the rivers have begun to freeze, but only this grassland does not know why it still grows extremely lush pastures and abundant water sources like spring and summer, and it is also for this reason that it is regarded by the local nomads as a holy place blessed by the god of light and blessed by the gods. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But now there are only corpses and dead bones that are still burning on the ground, there are only continuous explosions and dead land that cannot be seen at a glance, and standing here and looking at it, you can no longer see the fat pastures that used to reach the sky, nor can you drink the sweet and refreshing stream, and even the livestock, cattle and sheep that once covered the mountains and fields like clouds floating on the earth have completely disappeared without a trace.

Because now this is not a pasture full of hope and laughter, but a battlefield for people to spill blood.

It's a pity.

The artillery fire rumbled, but this was also the only time for the soldiers of the Red Police Regiment huddled in the trenches to breathe, because it was only at this time that the enemy magicians could not release their magic to bombard our positions wholeheartedly, and one of the lieutenants quickly passed through the trenches while holding the wooden frame on the position with one hand, and conveyed the order to the soldiers who were still alive: "Everyone check the weapons and ammunition, the fire coverage will stop in two minutes, get ready to fight the enemy head-on, prepare for hand-to-hand combat!"

As far as the eye can see, the entire battlefield is lined with various trenches, but surprisingly, more than 75% of the trenches here are not from the Red Police, but from their enemies: the soldiers of the Concadas Empire, although they do not know how to make and use the enemy's weapons, they have quickly mastered the combat characteristics of our army, including the trenches and barbed wire and other fortifications commonly used in positional warfare.

And it is with these offensives that the enemy, armed with spears, bows and crossbows, can reach a place very close to our army and attack our army, even in hand-to-hand combat.

"I spotted the enemy commandos at six o'clock and immediately opened fire on them to block them. "A PLA turned his light machine gun to a shield about two people in the opposite trench and fired fiercely, and that shield seemed to carry the enemy's magic, so it was so hard that even ordinary rockets could only shock the soldiers behind but could not destroy them, and behind that shield were often a dozen heavily armed enemy fighters, who would jump out at a certain distance and fight to the death with long swords and machetes.

The shelling stopped, and countless tongues of fire suddenly erupted on the entire front, and they fired fiercely at the opposite trench positions, hoping to suppress the enemy's attack.

But now it's time for the enemy to attack.

One of the mobilized soldiers dodged a fireball launched from the opposite side, and shouted at his comrades: "Magic attack, pay attention to defense!" Although they say so, everyone knows in their hearts that this kind of magic attack has almost no means of defense except for the low-level of cover, but this is only compared to the lowest-level magic of the enemy such as the Fireball Ice Pick Wind Blade, if there is a slightly more advanced magic to attack them, even the cover under them will no longer be able to provide them with protection, and only God knows who will survive at that time.

The overwhelming magic rained down, and the whole position was filled with screams, but even then none of the soldiers moved a step back, because they were ordered to hold on until the main force had completed its retreat.

The comrades around him are dying one by one, and more and more people are beginning to lose their combat ability due to serious injuries, a levy pulls out the ****** tied to his body, ignites it and throws it at the enemy, with a snap, the flames explode on the enemy's body, and the enemy's wail came behind the shield, and after a while, a smoking corpse was thrown out from behind the shield, but this did not stop the enemy's advance.

Damn, he scolded in a low voice, and the only people who could still breathe next to him were a few mobilized soldiers who had been seriously injured and lay on the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, the only sniper in this trench, was stabbed in the heart by an ice pick from the sky in the effort of eliminating a few enemies and changing bullets, and the medical soldier who had been busy on the position was also missing at this time, I am afraid that he no longer knew where he was burned to charcoal.

His hands were shaking, and there were three enemy assault teams coming in his direction. In addition to one ******, all that was left was a rifle with two magazines. Damn! He pulled a loaded pistol from a dead American GI, and this was the only way to fight the enemy if they rushed at him.

"Kill!" came a roar from outside, and he poked his head out, only to see thirty or so enemies with spears jumping out of the trench and rushing towards them, he raised his rifle and fired at them, but the two magazines were much less durable than he thought, and after killing seven enemies, he threw his rifle on the ground.

A Koncadas Empire warrior rushed in, he raised his spear and stabbed him in the chest, he tried to stand up with one hand holding on to the sandbag, but the mud mixed with blood was so slippery that he fell to the ground unsteadily and heavily.

The spear stabbed him in the abdomen.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the tearing sensation in his abdomen from the inside out made his limbs weak, and the blood rushed to his brain so that he couldn't think, looking at the hideous enemy in front of him, he still subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the opposite enemy's door to kill the enemy with three shots.

Blood poured out of his abdomen, he didn't dare to pull out the spear in his abdomen easily, if he pulled it out like this, he was afraid that he would tear out his internal organs and intestines together, his hand touched his last moment incendiary bomb, at this time he preferred that it was a grenade, after all, compared to being blown to pieces, it might be super painful to be burned to death with the enemy.

He lit it****** lying limply on an empty ammunition box, he lit a cigarette with a burning primer and put it in his mouth, letting the nicotine suppress the fear of death in his heart. There were fewer and fewer gunshots around, and instead there were cheers and howls, which were symbols of the enemy's occupation of the position, and outside the position began to appear the sound of neat steps and the neighing of horses, which was probably the enemy's main force, but it sounded like there were many people, I am afraid there must be tens of thousands.

However, this has little to do with him, he only regrets that he was unable to complete the task deployed by the headquarters.

He extinguished the cigarette butt in the blood-soaked dirt, he didn't know if it was his own blood or someone else's, but it didn't matter, because he could already hear the clanging of his armor as the enemy ran.

It didn't take long for three figures to leap in from outside the trench, his excessive bleeding made his eyes blur everything, but he knew that it was definitely not his comrade-in-arms, the other party seemed to find the dead Koncadas Imperial soldier who fell to the ground and sat there still panting, he wanted to smile at each other, just like in the movie, but he didn't, his last strength needed to be used to throw ******.

The other party walked over, apparently they also noticed the ****** in his hand, he jerked up and grabbed the other's shoulder, his eyes returned to normal in this moment, and he could even see the frightened gaze of the other and the rising flame on the ****** of his other hand.

Die!" he roared and slammed his ****** on the other's body.

An unbelievable scream came from the mouth of the soldier of the Koncadas Empire next to him, and at this time, he unexpectedly showed a smug smile, he was in this situation, and he could pull a cushion back, which was really earning!

The surrounding gunfire has completely disappeared, it seems that the enemy commando team has completely occupied this place, sorry sir, we can no longer hold this place.

I'm sorry, we're going to die.

The flames are **** his body, his body no longer feels pain, only the increasingly heavy sense of oppression makes his consciousness gradually blurred, it would be good if he died without such pain, such a thought suddenly appeared in his head, he suddenly wanted to write these down so that he could tell those who don't know what it feels like to die, death, is a very uncomfortable process.

Gradually, he suddenly felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if floating in the air, is this what people call the feeling of going to heaven? Surprisingly, in this case, it was more difficult to control his brain not to think nonsense, he tried to open his eyes, but when he completely opened his eyes, he found that he was actually floating in the air at this time, and all the corpses that could be seen with human eyes except him were floating in the air, including those Koncadas Imperial warriors wearing armor.

This...... It was all out of his attempts, and his brain was completely overwhelmed.

"Is there anyone? really ......" A crisp girl's voice like a bird chirping from the back of the position, he twisted his neck, only to see a short-haired blonde girl and a black-haired girl with a double ponytail slowly walking from behind, behind them were the Imperial warriors and American GIs in familiar equipment.

He wanted to scream excitedly, but he didn't have the strength at all, so he only heard the girl with the double ponytail whisper: "There are a few wounded, you want to go back with the truck that came with us, and the rest will be handed over to us, as for these people," The wounded should be himself and those people should be those, just as he reacted, he only heard a snap, something suddenly exploded around him, and then something warm sprinkled on his body, he rolled his eyes, only to see a pool of fresh blood on his pants, and a beating heart floating at his feet.

"Rest well, Empire...... There is still a time when the country needs you. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the wind blowing in his ears, and he closed his eyes and broke away again, only to find himself lying in the truck with the other wounded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, several doctors were helping them with simple treatment, and now he no longer felt any worries, because their reinforcements were all heroes.

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