The sound of the artillery on the position gradually thinned out, and Rusta and the others lowered the frequency of their firing as instructed by the non-commissioned officer, which gave him plenty of time to rest his already sore arm.

From time to time, Rusta could see an alchemical dragon called an airplane flying through the sky.

At first, he just watched groups of small black dots whizz across the sky, not knowing how those legendary alchemy dragons fought.

But as night wore on, Rusta could faintly hear the violent explosion of aerial bombs.

The shelling continued at night, but the rate of fire was lower, and fewer guns were fired - some of the guns were replaced for rotation to allow the barrels to dissipate heat.

Rusta's artillery group was also replaced, and a new artillery crew took over their task of operating the artillery at night.

The undead don't stop their offensive as night comes, so neither does their shelling.

Rusta, who had been dealing with heavy shells all day, their arms were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with lead, and even the stainless steel tray for cooking seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in their hands, and it was hard to believe that just ten minutes ago, they could still carry a 152-mm grenade into the barrel.

When they came to the simple cafeteria and lined up, the air was filled with the smell of rice, and their stomachs screamed, and they didn't feel anything when they were on the battlefield just now, but now as soon as they were free, exhaustion and hunger all poured out at once.

Just by the smell Rusta knew that today's main course was goulash with potatoes, his favorite.

He tasted beef once when he was in Tozawa, and it was an unlucky cow that was burned to death in a fire, and it was delicious, but it was hard to chew. But he didn't expect that with that kind of magic crop called potatoes and all kinds of seasonings, it could become so delicious, and it was completely different from what he had eaten at the beginning!

Swallowing saliva all the way to the side of the cooking car, Rusta glanced sideways at the food on the car.

Well, there's nothing wrong with the beef stew with potatoes, he guessed right, and then there's fried chicken thighs, fried ham sausages, rice, and porridge.

Rusta and the other mercenaries from the Holy Duze Empire have an unusual attachment to meat, scoffing at the so-called balance of diets.

At first, the base tried to educate them about the benefits of vegetarian food, but they quickly gave up, and the gang simply went in and out of the left ear.

According to them, they have eaten all the vegetables in this life in the first half of their lives, and they will only eat meat in the second half of their lives!

So the base was simply open and let these guys eat meat hard, but they didn't give them vegetables, thinking that after a long time, these guys would go to find vegetables to eat.

The result was unexpected, since the open supply of meat, the loyalty and morale of these Duze people have all risen, even the rough man who originally did not leave the swear words could praise the logistics officers for more than ten minutes!

But they are like Eskimos, even if they haven't touched vegetables for more than a month, they are still alive and happy, and the health check has not found any problems......

So the food of Rusta's gang has become like this, except for some pickles with spiced flavors, there are all kinds of meat, well, maybe it is a habit developed over the years, these people are not resistant to pickles with a lot of salt.

Anyway, the production of fresh vegetables in the other world is not much, and the price of transportation from the earth is even far higher than that of meat, and it is more economical to supply all quick-frozen meat to these Duze people.

The cook scooped a large spoonful of potato beef stew for Rusta, and as soon as the meat was put on the plate, Rusta's hands could barely hold it and fell sharply.

"Looks like our Rusta thinks I've given me too much food and needs to get some back for you?"

Rusta glanced at the joking cook: "You want to take the meat from my plate?" That's not going to work! Give me one more scoop and I feel like I can swallow a cow! ”

"Okay, another spoonful, but you'll have to hold it for me, and don't expect me to make it up if it falls on the ground."

After picking up his dinner, finding a place to sit down, and stuffing all the contents of the tray into his mouth, Rusta finally felt less sick to his stomach.

Eat and drink enough, and sleep at the end, if there is another woman, it will be a scene he has seen countless times in his dreams.

But the food in the dream is not as good as this one!

Amid the deafening sound of artillery fire, Rusta fell asleep and snored until he faintly heard the horn of an emergency assembly.

I opened my eyes in a daze, the sky and the sea were not bright, and the people around me were already busy packing up their things.

Rusta asked his companions, "What's wrong?" ”

"Listen to yourself!"

"Listen to what?"

"Cannons!"

Rusta listened carefully, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, in addition to the sound of artillery firing, there was also a faint sound of shell explosion in the continuous explosion, which was extremely clear!

This obviously means that the undead are not far off!

Rusta, whose mind suddenly cleared up, quickly rolled over, and then was called by the non-commissioned officer to plant the bomb.

A piece should be thrown under each pile of shells, which is detonated wirelessly, which is convenient and easy to use.

After the bombs were planted, the sound of artillery on the position gradually thinned out, but the creepy "crunch" sound drifted from the howling north wind became louder and louder.

Even if Rusta died, he would never forget the sound, it was the sound of bones moving, harsh and terrifying.

And it will bring death!

"Retreat! Retreat now! ”

The order of the superior made the "thunderous" Duze people feel like they were amnesty, and they quickly abandoned their positions and took steps to run towards the convoy in the rear.

The training worked well during this time, but it didn't turn them into a fearless group of warriors like farmers, merchants, and craftsmen, not to mention the deep psychological shadow of the undead.

It would be enough to be able to smash those shells out half-hung.

Ten minutes after the troops had withdrawn, the only remaining skeletal boar dragged its crumbling body to the barbed wire fence of the artillery position, poked a hole in it with his half-broken fangs, and then turned to pull out the wire and angle iron in the direction of the barbed wire.

Along the gap torn by the skeletal boar, the undead quickly filled the entire artillery position.

Eric Moore, the Bone King, felt the still warm barrel of the cannon, suspecting that it was the weapon that had just struck his troops, but he was not sure that his suspicion was right without knowing what gunpowder was.

"A bunch of cowards! Don't even dare to fight me face to face! Such a cowardly coward, even if he dies, can only become a skeleton soldier and suffer forever! ”

Eric Moore, the Bone King, was furious that he had been bombarded for a day and could not find an enemy, and the next moment, a huge mushroom cloud rose up not far from him!

Thousands of tons of shells piled up here were detonated!

PS: Ready to resume the beginning of the month, it's still the old rule, it's now 544's average subscription, and every 15 before the 1st is ordered to add a chapter. Well, the resentment of the hand-remnant party, why can't you code 10,000 words a day. The above does not count as words.