Dada's steam rifle was broken, and the hit just now might have broken some part of the pack, and his rifle could not be inflated, let alone shot. He lay on the ground, listening to the sound of bullets whizzing overhead, thinking about the future.

Now, it seems like it's time for spring sowing?

In front of Dada, green shoots could be seen in the black soil. He reached out and picked up the shoot, but he couldn't tell what plant it was. He let go of the unknown shoot, unbuckled the steam pack, leaned over, and slid the pack to the ground beside him. This action made him feel relieved, and he lay on the ground, turned his head sideways, and just saw a soldier shoot on his knees, only to be knocked down by a shot from the enemy.

This idiot, don't you know how to shoot on your stomach?

Dada looked at the corpse on the ground and suddenly had some thoughts. He crawled towards the corpse, and it took him a moment to reach the corpse. To his surprise, the soldier was not dead, but was moaning with his eyes closed. Hearing Dada coming, he opened his eyes and stretched out his hand.

"Help me—"

"Okay, quiet."

Dada nodded, unbuckled the soldier, and reached out to touch the soldier's chest, and a hand of blood. He wasn't a doctor, and he didn't know the soldier's injuries, so he just patted the soldier comfortingly, pulled out his triangular scarf and stuffed his wounds indiscriminately, and took his backpack.

"You wait, someone will come to your rescue soon, I'll go and avenge you now."

Dada lay down, trying with great difficulty to put the backpack on, but found that he could not do anything. He couldn't put on his backpack at all in his current position unless he stood up. And to stand up means to die.

Helplessly, Dada reached for the rifle, threw his backpack aside, and began to aim, his gaze through the sparse shoots in the field to see the scene ahead. The gray-clad soldiers were half-kneeling, hiding behind sandbags and shooting. The machine guns were clattering, covering them. Seemingly, no one notices themselves.

Dada took a light breath, took aim, and pulled the trigger. He watched a gray-clad figure fall to the ground and knew he had hit. He hurriedly grabbed his backpack and blocked it in front of him. Sure enough, in just a few seconds, there were four or five hits on the backpack.

Dada knew that the backpack was no longer usable, and he began to back off. The drumming in the air didn't know when it stopped, and there was groaning and the smell of blood everywhere.

The charge is over?

Did we lose?

Dada could see too little, but his instincts told him that staying here was a dead end. He took off his backpack, so it felt a lot lighter. He didn't hear the drums of the charge, so he assumed that the charge was over. He began to crawl cautiously, diagonally behind him.

With no weapons and no one killed, he didn't know why he was here. As he crawled, he observed the situation, and the machine-gun sound on the battlefield had stopped. Only the occasional "bang" drum and "poof" long-range weapon hits are still proving the existence of the Grim Reaper.

Dada was still crawling, and he had crawled over several corpses, all dressed in red. He didn't know what the casualties of the enemy were in this charge, but he knew that his side had suffered heavy casualties. The enemy's machine guns were so powerful that they simply could not break through the enemy's defenses.

"Bang-bang-"

The drums representing the charge sounded again, and Dada raised his head in some surprise, only to find that more red-clothed soldiers had entered the battlefield, and they followed the method used by Dada's company just now, marching in formation, initiating a charge, prostrate, and shooting alternately, everything seemed to be a replica of what had just been done. Dada lay on the ground, pretending to be dead. He occasionally looked up and saw the soldiers as he had done before, rushing up, lying down, shooting, dying.

In this moment, it was as if the space surrounding Dada had been stripped of the battlefield, and he was able to observe the battle from a quiet, undisturbed perspective. The enemy used sandbags to make a simple defensive line, knee-high, but blocked almost all angles of fire. Some of the protruding sandbags are recognizable by machine guns behind them, and when they are fired, white smoke floats from above, which is easy to identify.

The charge continued, and Dada watched for a while, and then heard the familiar sound of drums again, and the third wave of soldiers had already rushed up. He looked at those red figures, and suddenly had a cold feeling.

They're going to die.

It turns out that this is war.

Dada wiped the corners of his eyes, and suddenly he was a little hesitant. What should I do? Do you continue to play dead? Or pick up the gun and charge again? He couldn't find his company, he couldn't find his company commander, and he couldn't find his comrades, and at this time, it seemed that he was the only one left on the entire battlefield.

"Bang-bang-"

The drums of the charge sounded again, how many times has this been? Third, or fourth?

Dada was a little uncertain, he inhaled softly, watching the living warriors die in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly wished that this absurd battle would end soon.

The enemy is so strong, how can it be possible to win?

"Boom-"

An even more muffled voice rang out, leaving Dada stunned. He turned his head sideways to look at his position, only to see rows of eight steam cannons. If he remembered correctly, those cannons should have been called hammers.

Why not use it early?

Dada was a little confused, but he soon saw the black dirt on the cannon wheels, and he knew the answer. He turned his head again to look at the enemy positions, expecting them to react. It's just that those sandbags still look intact.

"Boom, boom—"

Several more cannon shots rang out in succession, and Dada heard the charge. It sounds like the enemy is being suppressed by those steam cannons. He spun around where he was, crawled behind the two bodies, grabbed a steam rifle, checked it, pulled the bolt to reload, and began to aim.

It was at this moment that he saw the results of his steam cannon, and with another roar of cannons, one of the enemy's sandbag stacks surrounding the steam machine gun shook, revealing some sand.

Then, there is no then.

What's the use of that?

Dada smiled bitterly and was about to take aim, when he suddenly heard a sound he had never heard before, a high-pitched, monster-like hiss. The screech of a high-speed steam turbine was like never before in this world, and everyone on the battlefield was captivated by the sound. And then they saw the beasts.

More than three meters tall and nearly ten meters long, the behemoth drove out from behind the enemy's position, and this steel monster had a large, indestructible-looking chassis depicting a blood-red bloody mouth. And above the chassis, in front of a square steel shell, a thick barrel protruded. On either side of that iron shell, there are also two barrels that can be turned. Although he had never seen anything like it, Dada suddenly understood what fear was when he first saw the bloody jaw painted in front of the steel behemoth.

What is that?

Dada's mouth was wide open, and his question was answered by no one. Even the drums that represented the charge were gone. The entire battlefield was silent for a few seconds at this moment.

Those few seconds seem like hours.

The strange screaming in the air continued, and Dada realized that the steel monster didn't seem to be slow. Moreover, it does not seem to be affected by this muddy land either. Dada's gaze looked at the steel monster's feet, and instead of the usual wheels, it was a snowboard-like thing stained with black mud. And, that thing seems to be still turning.

"What's that—"

Dada groaned silently, but saw that some of his teammates began to shoot at the monster, and the bullets hit the steel plate on the monster's body, making an inaudible tinkling sound. Hardly to observe, Dada knew that guns were useless against that kind of monster.

"Da Da Da-"

Two small barrels above the monster's head began to shoot, and the gunfire was dense and ferocious. Dada watched as his comrades-in-arms, whether lying on their stomachs or kneeling, charging or in a daze, were beaten into flesh and blood sieves by the dense weapons.

"Monsters!!"

"Monsters!!!"

Scattered shouts rang out on the battlefield, the charge had just stopped, and some soldiers had begun to retreat quietly. And at this moment, the cannon sounded.

"Boom-"

Perhaps because the target was too big, two shots from the rear hammer easily hit the monster. However, the two shells seemed to bounce only once in the monster's face before disappearing. The monster was still advancing, the machine gun above its head, still firing.

"Da Da Da-"

"Retreat!! Fall back!!!!! ”

Someone shouted loudly, and was shot in the head by an attacker from a distance. Dada had known this was going to happen, and he looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer, and began to crawl to the side. He didn't dare to stand up, he would definitely be killed if he stood up, he could only bet that there would not be so many enemies on the flanks.

The battlefield has been in chaos because of the appearance of these two monsters, although the monster looks huge and heavy, but it has an unimaginable flexibility, just by visual inspection, Dada can see that the speed of the monster is faster than his own running. It seems that it took only a few minutes to break through the five hundred meters between the positions of the two sides. Behind the monster, there were many soldiers dressed in gray clothes, relying on the steel behemoth in front of them as cover, clearing the enemy who tried to attack on the side of the detour, and the rifles in their hands made a dense sound of fire, like weeding, harvesting lives.

Dada knew that this battle was going to be lost, and no one could resist in the face of that kind of monster. Could it be some form of magical creation? Dada didn't know the answer, and he didn't want to know the answer. He continued to move to the side, only to find that the enemy had rushed out of the defensive position on all fronts. He looked towards his position, but saw only the backs of a group of panicked fleeing figures.

It's over, it's all over.

At this moment, Dada suddenly saw the end of this war, and he breathed a sigh of relief and hid himself between two corpses.

Either way, let's keep yourself alive first.

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"So you're going to tell me what the fuck those fucking things are!!"

Less than two kilometers away, was the front headquarters of the First Corps, and the commander of the First Corps, Jon Wright, dropped the folder in his hand, and in front of him, the commanders of the 1st and 2nd Divisions stood with their heads bowed and did not say a word.

"You're fucking talking! Two divisions and 20,000 men can't handle the defense of one division of the enemy? Are you serious? And what else is the black magician, isn't that? Since the Third Great Demon Tide, how has one of their magic guides ever run? ”

Jon Wright's voice was loud and angry. He never imagined that as the commander of the First Legion, the glory he originally wanted to engage the enemy for the first time would turn into such a situation that almost collapsed.

"Legion Commander, that's really a magic guide, I've seen it with my own eyes! Invulnerable, and extremely fast, we have nothing to do to destroy it, our front line has collapsed, they are rapidly approaching here, we must retreat! ”

Sam McDonald, commander of the 1st Division, raised his head with a panicked expression, "Really, Commander, our army has been blown up, the enemy is driving straight in, we must retreat immediately!" ”

"Retreat what? I've already sent the third and fourth divisions up, you two cowards! Gastens isn't an archmage, and there's no way he can have a wizard! You two don't be fooled by the rumors! Come out with me, whole team, and get ready to fight back! ”

Unlike the two division commanders, Jon Wright was the one who had seen His Majesty, and he had also received His Majesty's assurances, and he even consulted with the head of the newly established Mage Tower Research Institute, knowing that in the current world, there could be no magic. He angrily walked out of the command post, only to see John Culkin, the chief of staff, with a panicked face.

"Jon, something is wrong! The enemy used some kind of very powerful weapon, the third division had already been blown up, the fourth division did not dare to go up, they were all running, and the soldiers were running for the rest of the day. A lot of people are saying that we offended the Magister, who used the Magister and was going to be killed by the Forbidden Spell if we didn't run! ”

"Who the fuck is this rumor?"

Jon Wright was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it. He thought for a few seconds and gave the order.

"The command retreated, and ordered the 4th Division to form a whole formation, go around to the flank, and see if it could attack the enemy. Inform the Second Legion of our situation and let them beware of this weapon of the enemy-"

Halfway through that, Jon Wright turned his head and asked Sam McDonald, commander of the First Division, "What's that thing called?" ”

"Monsters! Magician! ”

Sam vented his fears in two short words. Jon Wright repeated it to the herald and walked out of the courtyard of the command post. This command post was on a small mound, and the view was relatively good, and as soon as he came out of the courtyard, he saw the rout like a tide and the magic guide that the two division commanders said.

Depicting the maws of steel monsters, their whistling can be heard here. With just a glance at the situation, Jon Wright knew that the front line had been bombed, that the soldiers' fears had overcome themselves, and that the attack had been defeated. Without hesitation, he turned around and gave the order.

"You're right, let's withdraw! Retreat! Fastest speed! ”

"Poof—"

Chiefs of Staff John Culkin and Sam McConaughey looked at Jon Wright, who had been shot in the head, and were stunned for a second before coming back to their senses.

"Poof—"

This time, it was the commander of the 2nd Division who was hit. So, no matter how stupid people are, they know that this place is being targeted, and John Culkin rolls on the ground and starts shouting.

"Guards, guards!! Take a shield!! ”

The commander of the 1st Division, Sam MacDonald, looked at the two corpses on the ground, retched twice, and vomited.

Red soldiers flowed like a tide over this desperate hill.