Many people say that I was born to be a commander, and many people say that I was born a special forces soldier and is bold...... In fact, this is not the case, before the Blue Flag Empire 631, I was just an ordinary soldier, a timid and cowardly inferior soldier.

—Terry's Autobiography, Vol. 1.

"Boom"

A delayed detonation of a cannonball, setting off a scorched earth. The scorching air blew away the smoke around it.

An earthy yellow hat peeked out of a crater hesitantly.

"Whew!"

A 7.9 mm bullet hit the khaki hat with precision.

"Whew! Oh my god. Sure enough, there were snipers. ”

In the dirt pit, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old soldier turned pale with fright as he looked at the broken branch in his hand, even though his face was now covered in black ash.

Three seconds later, a bare head poked out of the crater again.

Maybe the snipers changed positions, maybe the smoke filled the battlefield again, and the shots did not ring out again.

"Whew!"

The young soldier sighed, clumsily rolled out of the crater, crawled a few meters in the mud full of scorched earth and shrapnel.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Three dull noises came from the other side.

"Damn, grenadiers."

Although the young soldier had no way to determine where the grenade landed, he did not hesitate to climb into another crater next to him, although his movements were still so clumsy.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

An explosion of fire once again covered the front of the battlefield, and the scorching air currents once again blew away the smoke, and a cocked ass was particularly conspicuous on the charred earth.

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang......"

First there was a shot from a Miller 7.9mm rifle, followed by a platoon of gunfire.

The cocked ass in the middle of the battlefield trembled, and above him, the whistling bullets, you came and went, making it shake more violently.

This was a counterinsurgency battle on the plains of Worford on June 5, 631 of the Blue Banner Empire, and fortunately the victorious side was the Empire, so the stupid soldier was lucky enough to finally crawl back to his wing under the taunts of his own soldiers.

"Terry, you idiot, you let you scout, but you exposed yourself."

"Shit, if it weren't for you damn recruit, how could this siege turn into a rout?"

At the rear of the battlefield, accompanied by the cheers of victory ahead, an officer with the rank of lieutenant shouted angrily.

"Shit! Are you mute? ”

"Yes, sir."

"Louder, I didn't hear it. Damn, are you a pussy? ”

"Yes, sir."

"Shit, you filthy damn minor, spitting in my face."

"Damn, from now on, you dumb pussy get out of the logistics for me and do what those pussies should do, you shit, you only deserve to wash those toilets."

"Yes, sir."

Private Terry was very aggrieved, but thinking of those strict military regulations, as a recruit, he didn't dare to refute anything, so he could only clench his fists, try to stand up straight, blush, and answer loudly.

On June 10, the battle ahead of the Blue Flag Empire was going well, and the remnants of the rebel army had been completely surrounded by the Empire's most elite One Hundred and Eighth Division.

But these have nothing to do with Private Terry.

"Mom, are you feeling better? My brother should be studying well in Imperial Middle School......"

Terry, who was homesick while brushing the foul-smelling toilet, did not look like a soldier of the elite 108th Division of the empire at all, but more like the lowest slave of the aristocratic family.

"The war allowance should be paid next month, plus the settling-in allowance for enlistment, my brother's tuition should be fine."

Although the hapless Terry has been bullied by veterans and superiors for more than two months since he joined the army, Terry buried his humiliation deep in his heart when he thought of the silver coin that was two hundred dollars.

"Beep... Beep! ”

"Troop transfer, troop transfer, hurry up and pack your things."

A whistle of an urgent assembly interrupted Terry's thoughts, and he hurriedly stacked the toilet and prepared to move it to the side carriage.

"You damn shit, damn Terry, get the hell out of here."

To Terry's surprise, the bearded lieutenant's mouthful of shit roared from behind him.

"Yes, sir!"

Terry turned around and stood up and saluted habitually!

Unfortunately, the hapless Terry forgot to have the toilet brush in his hand, and even more unlucky, the damn toilet brush was still covered in feces.

"Ahh Shit! Shit! You goddamn hell guy. ”

The stinking dung water was thrown onto the lieutenant's neat uniform.

As a result, the lieutenant, who originally wanted to transfer Terry back to replenish the combat troops, directly changed his mind.

"From today onwards, you damn shit, get me to the seventh row."

"Ahh Seventh row! ”

As soon as he heard the name, even Terry, who had always been submissive, forgot about the military regulations.

"Shit, do you have any doubts? Or brush the toilet so much that I forgot about military discipline. Terry's surprise made the lieutenant even more annoyed, and he kicked it directly and kicked the bewildered Terry into the toilet pile.

The 108th Division, the 7th Squadron of the 9th Wing, also known as the 7th Platoon, was not in the regular squadron series, because in the establishment of the Imperial Army, there were only six squadrons per wing.

The so-called Seventh Platoon, in fact, is unique to the Ninth Wing, and is a special squadron specially established to deal with soldiers in the 108th Division who have violated serious military regulations.

The soldiers of the entire 108th Division knew that as long as they were assigned to the seventh platoon, it was almost nine deaths. If it's peacetime, it's nothing, but once it goes into wartime, the death rate of the seventh row is as high as 99%, because all the most dangerous things, the seventh row is at the top.

On June 15th, the main army of the rebels of the Empire had been completely dispersed, and most of the remaining scattered rebels had fled into the Puntlands.

The reorganized 108th Division also drove into this treacherous mountain range full of cliffs and dense forests.

The reason why the empire sent the elite 108th Division here is because there is accurate intelligence that the second leader of the rebels, the former commander of the Imperial 704th Division, Major General Oplar, is hiding in this mountain range.

The Punterrance Mountains, a huge mountain range that spans the southeastern territory of the Empire, are high and densely forested, and the hiding place of Major General Oplar is in one of the most precipitous places in the mountains - the Valley of Death.

The reason for the name is not only because of the inaccessible terrain here, but also because it is a terrifying place, a place where all people and animals who enter this place die.