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Bang, bang, bang————

A hundred Magic Crystal mortars scattered forward, and the war that would last for several months was completely broken. The vertical upward and curved shells dealt a fatal blow to the Mauser infantry.

"Bastard, don't go back!" Dimer shouted, not allowing the chaotic soldiers to retreat. And his own body had been easily pulled to the rear by a few tall Mauser infantrymen.

The eyes were staring blankly ahead, and the artillery fire was dazzling, completely blocking the view of the Dimer and Mauser infantry.

Magic crystal mortar, in unison. The sky on this side of the evil legion was filled with the chaotic sound of iron pieces. Mortar fires shells that damage the enemy by fragments and shock waves after hitting the target.

Due to the surprise.

The temperature around the entire Mauser infantry regiment was very high, and after about ten minutes, the eyes seemed to be able to see clearly, but there was fire everywhere, and the unbearable heat forced the soldiers to abandon their defense and continue to retreat.

Constantly retreating under heavy bombardment. In the end, it finally got out of the bombardment distance of the magic crystal mortar.

Thousands of tattered Mauser foot soldiers walked in distraction, occasionally seeing some walking by, but after a few steps they fell again, some got up and continued walking, and some never got up again.

Coming to the puddle where the rainwater was stored, there were corpses and people everywhere, some of whom were completely black-faced, and even lost their eyes in the shelling just now. Green blood flowed into the water, and the Mauser infantry was tumbling and screaming.

Later, a Garand unit was pinned down behind a river embankment by the powerful fire of the Mauser infantry, and above Garand's head was patches of earth mist shot by bullets.

From time to time, shells from the Crystal Cannons exploded around the riverbank. A young Garand soldier was rushing out of the embankment bunker, his gaze unusually determined.

"Now is a good time to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop."

Young Garland soldier, he was a pure Spartan, with blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sea. His target was the 'Iron Lion' of the evil legion ahead, and only by blowing it up could his suppressed comrades break out of the encirclement, but he failed.

The young Garand infantryman of Spartan descent fell under the dense fire of the evil legion, and he held a Garand rifle in his left hand. In his right hand, he still clutched a bundle of magic crystal bombs, blood pouring from his chest, and the Imperial Medal hanging on his chest looked majestic and sacred against the sunlight and smoke.

In the left pocket of his jacket was a suicide note: Tell the god of war that I have done my best, tell my father that I still love him.

A large wave of Garand soldiers was motivated.

Suddenly, 30 meters away, in the trenches, dense mortar shells whistled up, and the sky flew like a flock of sparrows.

Suddenly, the shells exploded in a volley above the Mauser infantry fortifications, and the sound of short, successive explosions was deafening. Flying shrapnel whistled down with the breath of death, and the panicked Mauser soldiers could not find a safe corner, and many soldiers were directly hit by several mortar shells at the same time, and their heads were blown to different places.

"Retreat. Fall back! We have lost control of the ruins of the Prague Fortress and are retreating on all fronts! ”

No matter how reluctant Dimer was, the current situation was completely out of his grasp.

The war lasted for several months. The Legion of the Wailing eventually left behind more than 100,000 corpses and completely withdrew from the ruins of the Prague Fortress.

For Yulan, the commander of the Garand Legion, such a victory came suddenly and hard. lasted for several months. The soldiers in the ruins of the Prague Fortress have also reached an astronomical number.

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Diemer's Mauser infantry corps was crushed, and two cities were recaptured by the Garand legion.

The third city, however, is next to the Sunset Plain.

Before organizing the Plains Battlefield, Dimmer ordered his most elite soldiers to be here to slow down the rapid advance of the Garand Legion.

Setting up a magic crystal cannon to bombard wildly, or driving the 'Iron Lion' to crush everywhere, or holding a Mauser crossbow to shoot everywhere, is the most admired thing in the eyes of those who value firepower, but the sniper who hides in the dark shadows and silently takes people's lives is a ghost who walks to kill and panic!

Garland Blocker, often blocking a Mauser Blocker costs one of his own, exposing the target's Blocker life. The accuracy and distance of the Mauser crossbow are better than that of the Garand crossbow.

The Blocker's biggest enemy is the enemy Blocker, which only fires for 0.022 seconds.

After 0.022 seconds, either your bullet pierces the enemy's eyebrows, or the enemy's bullet takes your soul. There is nothing to be done - behind the crosshairs is the door of death.

Beranger sat on a small lawn in the camp outside the city, carefully wiping the Garand Blocking Rifle in his hand.

The Garand Blocking Infantry Crossbow lying in his hand at this moment looked like the entire Blocking Infantry Crossbow was more than three feet long, and the gun-shaped lines were also very smooth.

The jet-black and shiny barrel of the gun shows that its owner is also very calm and cold. The delicate and smooth wooden gun body feels comfortable to the touch.

In Beranger's eyes, he felt that the Garand Blocking Rifle was his most loyal brother. And he may have been born to be a blocker. Wander the edge of the dark and trembling battlefield, far away, and behind the crosshairs, harvesting the lives of one enemy after another.

At times, Belanger felt like the Grim Reaper who was harvesting life everywhere on the battlefield.

Deep down, he regarded the Garand Blocking Crossbow in his hand as the scythe of death and a part of his own life. As the best sniper of the Garand Legion, Belanger and his snigger crossbow have left a lot of stories on the battlefield.

"Ahh Ah————h

Bélange's brow furrowed slightly, and it sounded like another scream, as a wounded Garand soldier was carried on a stretcher, retreating from the city ahead of the street fighting.

If Bélange is not mistaken. This was the one hundred and thirty-sixth wounded he had seen with his own eyes today, and all of them were the same, their crotchs and underneath were covered with blood.

All similarly wounded Garand infantry would slowly die in a howl and pain. It must be said that this method of torture was disgraced by Belanger and succeeded in arousing his hatred for the evil blocker.

Belanger was slowly brushing the Garand Blocking Crossbow, the sunset smearing the barrel with a dark red glow. It's like old blood.

He's seen too much blood over the years.

Not far ahead, the sound of gunfire rang out from the smoke-filled city. Formed Garand troops are engaged in an exchange of fire with the enemy.

"Tomorrow it's probably my turn to go to war, right?"

He looked at Garand's blocking crossbow standing aside. The body of the gun, which is more than three feet long, looks comfortable and calm in the hot and humid air. He silently rubbed and rubbed until the color of the gun turned from dark red to iron black.

- Twilight is thick.

He stood up and walked towards the barracks. He looked at the night sky to the northeast, which was the direction of the Empire.

When he returned to the barracks and saw the guards of the brigade, he was slightly surprised, but he didn't think much of it.

"A brilliant blocker. Even at night, you can see everything. ”

In the dark, Bélange pressed five more rounds into the magazine. In the process, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed a small group of people standing on the edge of the shooting range.

It appeared to be a group of guards surrounding several Imperial officers.

"You're Belanger, the first blocker of the Garand Independence Legion?"

With a serious question, Bélange turned his head and saw the shiny gold A logo for the first time. "Make no mistake, this is actually a legion-commander-level figure."

Bélange replied with a chest. "Yes, General!"

"Very good, I am General Zhurong's first force, and I will personally lead the 20,000 infantry regiment in Mingtian. Attack the enemy, you follow me. ”

Looking at the back of the departing corps commander, Belanger smacked his tongue, Zhu Rong General Xianli? Follower of the God of War. A legend......

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The sky, which had been tall and wide, was shrouded in a cloud, and the dull raindrops fell on the still sleeping land, disappearing into the cold mist.

On this cold and windy morning. Another day of madness and darkness began.

"Today, we have to take the city ahead. Soldiers, start attacking, the god of war is watching us! ”

With General Zhu Rong's first strength, the voice full of encouragement resounded throughout the camp. Twenty thousand Garand infantry, armed with crossbows and ammunition on their backs, spread out like madness, rushing to the city that was still smoking in front of them.

"Kill!"

The massive group charge caused every Garand infantry to surge in blood, completely putting life and death on the line, and roaring loudly through the open field covered by the magic crystal cannon.

Boom————

Under the sky, it was as dark as a rainstorm, and the cannonballs shot blue or gray light in all directions.

In the whole visible world of Belanger, from one end to the other, everything is shaking, sinking, melting, and the infinite expanse of space is shaking like the sea.

Fortunately, under this blind fire, only a handful of Garand infantry were killed.

Following the general guards of General Zhurong's vanguard, Belanger and a team of other blockers all entered the street battle that was reduced to ruins.

"Attention, enemy strongholds ahead."

Corpses, pieces of ruin, flew by in Belanger's perspective. The shelling is getting denser and more accurate.

Hearing the general's reminder, Belanger clung to the side wall of a building. The clods of dirt that were splashed from the explosion of the shells continued to hit the steel helmet on his head. The pressure continued to surge in his ears and hit his chest at the same time. He felt out of breath.

Boom! ——————

A cannonball landed nearby, and the two walls beside Belanger, like very soft wet earth, seemed to be melted and collapsed one after another.

Today the situation is very different.

There are a large number of magic crystal cannons in the rear of the enemy. The large and small smoke balls stirred up by the shells engulfed hundreds of Garand soldiers in an instant.

Not to mention the new recruits who are returning to the battlefield for the first time, even those veterans who have been in battle for a long time, and veterans like Bélange, have never encountered such a scene as today.

"Be careful, Bélange!"

General Zhu Rong took the lead, buried his head very low, and concentrated on distinguishing the whistling sound of the cannonballs. In addition to the sound of the magic crystal cannon, he also heard a strange and familiar cannonball. The explosion of this shell was more powerful than any other type of shell he knew.

"It's the sound of mortars. The enemy is so fast. The sniper moves forward 100 meters and takes out the mortar man. ”

The truth is so cruel, don't pull out these nails. The 20,000 Garand infantry could only be pressed and beaten, and could not advance a single inch.

Hearing the general's order, a squad-of about 100 squads of blockers dispersed. Leaning on the ruins, Beranger crept carefully, at the time of fifty meters, from the corner. He found a group of mortars.

"Prepare to embrace death!"

Raising the Garand Blocking Crossbow in his hand, before shooting, Beranger habitually brought his right hand to his mouth, gently blew on his right index finger, and then calmly rested his index finger on the cold trigger.

This was a knee-jerk that Belanger had developed during his war career.

This action made him feel free and relaxed when shooting, and his fingers seemed to be more aura.

One shot and two birds, two half-kneeling shelling gunners with their heads in a straight line. Overlapping each other. However, just as Belanger was about to take away the two heads, he spotted another group of mortars fifty meters away. At this moment they have discovered themselves.

For the first time, a terrible thought popped up in his mind: "Will it not wait for a shot to be fired?" Is my little life gone? ”

On the battlefield, there can be no hesitation.

decisively pulled the trigger, and "snapped ~~~~~~~" two heads splashed with blood at the same time. However, a cannon fire followed.

By the time the shot was completed, most of Bélange's body had been buried in the earth.

Blessed by the god of war. There was no direct hit by a shell.

Belanger leaned against the almost collapsed rubble, unmoved. He felt as if he had fallen into a white world, and there was a white expanse in front of him. There was no sound all around.

It was like a drunken head, hot and cold.

This continued until a nearby sniper, still alive, pulled Beranger out. I don't know how long it lasted, and I don't know who kicked him hard, and then another kick.

"It's that Wang ......" scolded, and he came to his senses.

It is General Zhurong's first force.

The steel helmet of the general Xianli was gone, and blood was running down his cheek on his right forehead. He waved the Garand crossbow in his hand and shouted viciously:

"Hurry up! The mortars were pulled out, and the enemy counterattack came up! ”

Belanger gasped, got up decisively, and staggered to the edge of the ruins. In fact, the crater hit by the shell no longer exists, and all that remains is a scattered half-cut earthen pit. In front and behind the pit are rows of fairly regular mortar craters.

In ten minutes, out of 100 blockers, only more than 60 returned.

Now, realizing that having lost the defense of mortars, it is impossible to continue to hold out, the enemy simply launched a counterattack in a swarm!

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke in the air made my nose and throat hurt hotly. Behringer narrowed his eyes and tried to look into the distance.

About 200 meters away in the laneway, there are ruins, behind sandbags. In the thick smoke of gunpowder, there were about two thousand stragglers. Like a swarm of bees, they launched a counterattack and a surprise attack.

The Mauser infantry, dressed in white, approached quickly, and soon long bayonets hung in front of Mauser's crossbow.

The flash of the tip of the knife formed an intermittent bright line in the attack. Crazy, dying, or bravely giving your life at the end of failure.

Twenty thousand Garand infantry, scattered scattered all over the place. The battle line is very long, and if the enemy breaks through a little, there is a complete possibility that the whole line will collapse.

"Don't let the enemy rush over, fight, hit me hard!" General Zhu Rong shouted loudly beside him.

Sweat poured from under the helmet. There were only a thousand Garand soldiers nearby, staring at the 2,000-strong straggler charge, everyone's palms were sweating, and the butts of the crossbows were slippery.

Xianli suddenly found that his heart was beating fast, and it was as if there was a Kodo beast jumping in his chest at any moment. If your strategy fails, your reputation will be ruined.

Bélange pulled the fuse off the tail of the bolt studded with magic crystals, and held the sniggling crossbow steadily, aiming at a stout weeping soldier. The guy's face was clearly visible in Bélange's goggles. Bony skin, miserable green eyes, ugly face............

He gritted his teeth, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.

There was a "snap" and the gun went off.

But the strong, short Mauser infantry was still approaching.

However, Belanger looked calm, and decisively aimed the Garand blocking crossbow in his hand at the next enemy.

In Xianli's eyes, the first blocker of the Garand Infantry Legion was actually floating??? When he saw the Mauser infantry in the field of vision throw a few steps, he suddenly lay on the ground and stopped moving, and General Zhurong breathed a sigh of relief. "Elites will always be elites!"

Bang~~Bang~~Bang~~~Bang~~............

Bullet casings after bullet casings jumped out of Beranger's hand. Immediately after, he quickly pushed the bolt forward, reloading a row of five rounds.

Staring at the rapid movement of the Mauser infantry, he silently brought his right hand to his mouth, gently blew on his right index finger, and then calmly rested his index finger on the cold trigger. Smack~~~~ The officer-like Mauser infantry in the horizon had a large piece of his forehead bone lifted, revealing a reddish meningeal skin.

Belanger grinned on chapped lips and said nothing. Calmly, he continued to look for his next target.

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