"Declarant team, report back to me on your situation, over. ”

"Our team has entered the target town L, and is working with the Lunar Lander team and a company of rangers to eliminate suspicious targets in the town, completed. ”

"Please complete your mission as soon as possible, our brigade will enter the town from the southeast in fifteen minutes, and make peace with you, and don't let the instructors catch you, I heard that they will kick the ass of those who make mistakes, over. ”

"Understand, our team will end the investigation as soon as possible, and who did you listen to this news, over. ”

"The Ranger Squad, they've just finished their mission in the morning, and they're done. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, over. He put the walkie-talkie in his hand back into his pocket, turned to the soldiers behind him who belonged to the same squad and said, "Do you hear me, I don't want to be kicked in the ass like a recruit is training, give me a quick fight!"

Makash is a squad leader of the First Army of the Outer Defense Corps.

As an ordinary soldier in charge of law and order, he could have stayed in the rear, enjoying statutory holidays and work allowances, drinking coffee and eating doughnuts, and solving the problem of neighborhood conflicts that are at best civil disputes.

The day-to-day work is simple, but it never feels boring.

Sometimes it's time to go out to dinner with your family after work or watch the latest movie.

Although at work parties, it is quite annoying to be persuaded by leaders and seniors to drink, ridicule or be harassed by the other party for the sake of a super hot atmosphere, and ask to do some strange things.

But overall it's been a very happy life.

Originally, everything should be so calm, so step-by-step.

It should have been that way

Until that day, when the poster that said 'The country needs you' was put up on the streets, especially when he showed up in the barracks of the city defense army, everything started to look different.

"Makash, are you crazy! What do you mean by applying for transfer? Do you know that I have already written an application for a promotion for you, and now it should have been sent to the personnel department, you have performed very well, and we even need a reliable platoon commander, but what about you? Hehe, now you are going to be transferred to the outer frontier, are you crazy? I will not allow this kind of thing, absolutely not!"

The old company commander's expression of anger and hatred is as vivid as yesterday's events even when he thinks about it now.

In fact, not only the old company commander, but almost all the people who knew about this matter without exception had a resolute opposition to this matter.

Sir, don't think I'm talking ugly, I've heard people say that you have to go to the battlefield with real knives and guns when you are transferred to the Outer Frontier Army, you still have a family, and your children are very young, what if something really happens? What, the martyr's allowance? No one knows whether that thing is useful or not, you listen to me......

Brother, you listen to my advice, let's stop this matter, even the commander has also said, you are about to be promoted to platoon commander, this opportunity is over and cannot be wasted. Of course, I also know that those of us who are in charge of public security do not have the prestige of their outer frontiers, but we can't stand our safety here, and we still belong to the same organization as them, you are still young, and you still have a long way to go, and sooner or later you can climb on their heads, so you see this thing......

Daddy, I know you have your own pursuits, and you're still young, but ...... But...... Forget it, you can go with confidence, there is still me at home, a manly man can't just delay here, remember to take care of yourself when you get there, don't forget......

The retention of the boss, the worries of the subordinates, the care of the same period and the advice of the family, every sentence and every word is as merciless as a carving knife, and every knife is engraved on his heart.

And they were right.

However, you can't do it yourself, you can't do it indifferently when the country needs it.

Obviously it is just a country that has just been established, it is just a country that does not have a good reputation in the world, it is just such a country.

But I can't let it go.

Because I swore an oath to that flag!

Oops, now is not the time to think about this, Makash shook his head gently so that he could put the messy thoughts out of his head.

Only then did he realize that he didn't know when, the rifle handle wrapped in a layer of cloth had become sweaty, was he so nervous?

"Report to the sir, the road has been inspected all day, and no suspicious targets have been found. ”

"Don't let your guard down, you don't know which building is still full of cats," Makash listened to his team's report, hiding behind a few wooden boxes that didn't know what was inside, his eyes locked on the street.

Although on the surface, the Imperial Family, which is the highest ruling class and authority of the Koncadas Empire, including its distant relatives with a slight blood relationship, has been wiped out by our nuclear weapons in successive decapitation operations.

However, within the borders of the Empire, there are still large numbers of armies left over from before the destruction of the Empire active in various cities and villages.

Although without a unified command and command, this group of guys has completely fallen into a state of leaderless and even fighting on their own, but with their standard armament, adequate training, and loyalty to the remnants of the Empire, they are naturally hostile to any force that invades here.

Therefore, once the two armies meet, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be a bloody battle.

"But sir," the soldier complained, "isn't the weapon too backward this time, I've heard that people who go to the front line to fight use new weapons, which look good and powerful, but look at this, why don't I feel that they are used well when we were in charge of law and order?"

As he spoke, he waved the Stern submachine gun in his hand, which looked like it was welded from several steel pipes.

Looking at the way he frowned, it seemed that he was very disappointed with the weapon.

"Don't complain, we are so far away from the country now, the battle front is long and scary, every day just our meals need to be delivered by plane, think about it, you have only been on the plane a few times. There is no way to do it now, so that we are all equipped with this weapon that is more durable and easy to replenish ammunition, this is to let us exert greater combat effectiveness, do you know?"

He glanced at the rifle called Mosingan in his hand and then brought it to eye level, aiming around as he said, "And these weapons are modified according to the actual combat data provided by those gunsmiths in the Gunsmiths' Guild, and they all use these weapons to fight fierce beasts, so let's look forward to their power a little." ”

"Yes," the soldier's tone was still a little resentful, but he seemed to agree with Makash's statement.

"Sir, the streets have all been inspected, no traps or suspicious targets have been developed, all that remains is to inspect the buildings. ”

At that moment, several uniformed squad members walked over in groups, shouting, and compared to the groups of them who had taken off their helmets and walked like a walk, Makash and the soldier beside him seemed to be a bit of a soldier.

"Hey, what are you guys doing! This is the battlefield, put on my steel helmet and disperse! Is that how your recruit training teaches you to go to war!"

Looking at those leisurely wandering guys, if it weren't for the fact that the environment in the depths was still unknown, he would have rushed over to reward them for their instructor.

"Don't be nervous, sir," the soldier said lightly while putting on his steel helmet in a hurry, "We have probably checked the surrounding buildings, except for a few old people and children, there are basically no people, the adults should have fled, I guess this is almost an empty town, there is no need to be so nervous." ”

"What nonsense, put my helmet on and hold your weapons in both hands, if anyone is letting me see my hands off the handle, I'll break his bones......"

Makash didn't finish his sentence, but heard a whoosh, and a sharp arrow pierced the air and landed impartially in the chest of the soldier who had just raised his helmet above his head.

The street, which had been noisy with their jokes and laughter, was suddenly silenced by the limp corpse.

Makash opened his mouth wide and tried desperately to squeeze the remaining oxygen out of his chest, but because of the fright, it was as if he was being choked by a large invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Enemy attack, dodge, dodge!

The sudden arrow was like a signal.

Countless arrows fell from the sky with ice picks and fireballs, sweeping down like a storm, and several team members who couldn't dodge had time to raise their heads, and were directly nailed to the ground by the arrows and ice picks, and then they were burned into a mass of charcoal by the fireballs that followed.

Bastard!

He raised his gun to a building on either side of the street, and with a crisp gunshot, a groan of pain came from inside the house, followed by a cacophony of sounds in the same room.

Is it really in there, these damn beasts? He pulled out the wooden-handled grenade hanging from his waist and shouted, "Pay attention to the surrounding buildings, the enemy is in it!" With that, he pulled out the lead of the grenade and threw it into a two-story house along the window with a perfect parabola.

Rumble!

After an explosion, countless pieces of dust, wood chips, and grenades rushed out of the window.

The other soldiers also reacted, raising their guns one after another, and for a moment there was a burst of gunfire.

"The number of enemies is unknown, pay attention to hide yourself, find cover, and support each other. Dust and smoke filled his mouth and nose, and the stinging sensation made his eyes flow with tears.

But even so, he still stood in the most prominent position, constantly shooting at the enemy, and commanding the rest of the team.

Boom –

Just as Makash was actively directing the battle, a loud noise came from behind him, and in an instant, a pair of large hands with hand armor shattered the wall he was leaning against and appeared in front of him.

"Are you their boss?" a muffled, corpse-like voice rang out from behind him, and Yang Guan shone through the holes in the wall to reveal a blood-soaked head.

Fighter!

Makash secretly said in his heart that something was wrong, but at this time he was completely too late to defend, and before he could turn around, he was directly pressed against the wall by the other party.

"Damn invaders, all die!" the other man roared, the visceral anger intimidating to hear.

"Fart! Now, this is our Chinese territory, bastard!" Makash struggled, one hand desperately stabbing at his leg.

That weapon with a dark stone on the tip was the only way for an ordinary person to defeat the other party.

"Nonsense, get out of this country for me......" The other man did not finish his sentence when he heard a sound of breaking wind pass by him, and a bright bayonet stabbed the man in the face along the hole in the wall.

Hot blood slammed onto his face, and the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood stimulated his senses.

Except for the accident of losing the restraint of the neck, there was no place in his body to feel comfortable.

Is this war......

"Sir, sir, are you alright!" At this time, a familiar figure appeared in his photo, and he saw his adjutant with a submachine gun on his back, holding his shoulder and looking at him anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he gasped and opened the other man's hand, "quick, keep fighting, the enemy is numerous, ambush, ambush here!" We must notify the company as soon as possible and tell them. ”

His voice trembled, and his speech was somewhat incoherent, but the rifle in his hand remained steady.

"The team assembles, covers each other, retreats alternately, looks for a safe spot and waits for rescue!"

Hot bullet casings flew out of the chamber of his gun, and fierce tongues of fire continued to highlight deadly projectiles.

The fast rate of fire and powerful characteristics of the thermal weapon are fully demonstrated at this moment, two light machine guns, a few submachine guns and rifles plus grenades, so that they who were originally in a disadvantageous position quickly regained their original disadvantage and suppressed the opponent.

"Wounded, cover me, I'll bring the wounded back!" said a soldier with a bloodied face and leaning on the ground, looking at his comrades who were struggling in a pool of blood, braving the hail of bullets.

"Understand, suppress the enemy. Another soldier snapped the gun in his hand, and there was a crisp clanging sound from the chamber.

Bullet words in the ...... He removed the empty magazine and inserted it back into the magazine, and when his hand reached for the next one, there was a sudden loud shout.

He subconsciously turned his head, only to see a giant sword as wide as two arms wide facing him and slashing at him.

It's over, it's over—

The sword flashed, and the intact body was split in two, and a stream of blood spilled onto a wall along the trajectory of the giant sword.

"Kill!" A hoarse roar erupted amid a terrifying scream, and then, the unlocked doors on both sides of the road were pushed open, and a dozen or hundreds of armorers with a variety of weapons rushed towards them with a loud roar of rage.

"Don't panic, the other party is just an ordinary person, keep in formation and keep shooting-"

Crawling on the street to maintain a shooting posture, looking at the opposite side like a migrating bison, the enemy who rushed over frantically said in danger.

But before he finished speaking, the sound of sharp weapons tearing through the air sounded beside them.

A recent voice even crossed his head.

Click, click, drops of warm liquid fell on top of his head.

Most of the gunfire around him had stopped except for himself.

"Destroy. ”

Like Satan's proclamation, a deep voice sounded again, followed by a sound unique to the disintegration of flesh into countless pieces.

Blood mixed with scraps of minced flesh and internal organs fell like rain on the ground.

Before he even groaned, he was already killed.

Is this the enemy we are facing?

It turns out that the main force has always guarded our peace under the hands of these people.

He clenched the rifle in his hand, scared, of course he was afraid, so scared that he almost stopped breathing.

But besides fear, there was another emotion that filled his heart, one that he had never felt before, or had ever felt, but which had never been so eager.

I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid I won't be able to do what I promised you......

After all......

How can you take care of yourself on the battlefield!

He jumped up from the ground with a roar, like a wild beast, fanged and covered in blood, and swooped down on his enemies in desperation.

Failure, simply too much failure.

In this case, according to what the instructors taught, I should put down my weapon and surrender.

Otherwise, they should take advantage of the chaos and lead the soldiers who can still move out of the battle situation, relying on the terrain and weapons to guerrilla the enemy.

That's how it should be.

But I can't help it......

How can I bear it—they're all my soldiers!

I'm the only one who can hurt them!

"Get out of our country, you lost dogs!" he slammed the butt of his rifle into the chest of one of his enemies, then raised his gun and roared at the other like a wolf snatching food.

"Your country, nonsense! Someone, catch him for me!" said the owner of the giant sword, taking a sip and raising his sword.

As soon as the words fell, four soldiers with spears in their hands swarmed up and surrounded Makash who was holding Mosingan.

"Kill!" he roared, pulled the trigger with a thud, and then raised his gun and rushed at the other man.

The sword saw four spears pierce through his body, pinning him to the wall like half a fan of pork.

"Ahem!" Makash coughed violently, her alveoli rupturing, causing her to cough up blood foam.

If the bullet misses, it doesn't matter, at least let me stab someone, bastard! Looking at the four people who were now holding spears in front of him, he smiled helplessly, and the spears that pierced the bones and nerves made him feel unbearable pain even if he breathed.

"Hey, you guy. At this time, the guy with the giant sword walked up to him, grabbed his chin, and said viciously.

As I thought, what a long rough guy.

"How many of your men are left in town, do you still have reinforcements?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?" he breathed hard, not just hallucinations or other reasons, every time he breathed, he could feel his lungs touch the spear, "If you want me to say, you surrender as soon as possible, and then serve a few years in prison, don't make trouble for our country, you lost dogs!"

"What are you talking about......" The other's voice was an octave lower, his anger making his speech sound like gnashing teeth.

"You bunch of mourners, home, dogs!" for some reason, seeing the other party's appearance, the pain on his body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked at them with disdain, and the former warriors of the Koncadas Empire said, " You useless things, you didn't die with the country when it perished, and now you are still unashamedly claiming that you represent what Kondas represents, you can't do anything, you can't do anything, really, really, don't insult the name of Kondas anymore, you hopeless garbage! Are you worthy to be called warriors too!"

"Shut up!"

His words succeeded in angering the other party, only to see the guy with the giant sword grab his hand, and then twist his arm into a terrifying angle in his screams.

"Don't you want to die, I'll fulfill you!" he said, tugging at Makash's arm with one hand and raising his sword with the other.

The knife fell in his hand, as clean and neat as before.

"Damn intruder, hang his head on a flagpole for me, and hang it on the best view of this town!

After speaking, he raised his arms and shouted to the warriors behind him: "The invaders will be expelled by us, and the great Koncadas Empire will live forever!"

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