Well, now there's no time to think about how this shit change in yourself came about.

"Instructor, how long has it been since I faked my death? What's going on now? ”

The relieved voice of the instructor Dahan came: "Commander, you are awake." Three days have passed, and the Caesars have given you a brief farewell ceremony for your body, and you are now buried alive, to be precise. ”

Bury alive?

The corners of Bai Zhi's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he stretched his hands and feet fiercely.

There was a clatter of dirt sliding, and the ground seemed to rise up as a small dirt bag, and a palm covered in mottled blood-colored armor emerged from the ground.

Freckles Manlidi has always been proud of her Caesar identity, just like all Caesars, yearning for the battlefield and expanding the territory of the Caesar Empire.

But when the real face of the war, Freckles found that he was so vulnerable, at the moment when the battleship in the sky attacked the academy star, the main guns of the battleship destroyed most of the first academy like cutting tofu, after seeing countless casualties and hearing people's cries.

Freckles was scared to pee, it was really scared to pee, like a three-year-old doll, Freckles held her head and cried in panic, curling dead on the ground, and a stinking smell that had not dissipated even now.

For several days, frightened freckles and frightened crowds gathered, and the remaining faculty members of the academy opened wartime storage warehouses, and various weapons were distributed.

The cadets of the First Academy, who had received military training, became the main force in the defense of the city.

The brutal war has made this group of heavenly pride experience hellish enjoyment, although they wear thick military individual armor, although they hold deadly laser rifles in their hands, although the weapons and equipment in the wartime reserve warehouse are no worse than those of the regular army.

However, a group of students who had never experienced the baptism of the battlefield were frightened by the first contact battle.

In the face of robots that are not afraid of the tide of life and death pouring into the city, less than thirty percent of the trainees who can remember the various military training they have learned.

Almost like a duck, fleeing in the huge city.

It wasn't until three days ago, when a regular Caesar army arrived, that these heavenly pride felt a little hope of survival.

The students were divided into small groups, each led by one or two soldiers, relying on the complex environment of the city, backed by the secret wartime reserve base under the academy, everyone was finally able to start entanglement with the enemy in a decent manner.

If there is a war, there will be casualties, and a large number of ordinary residents will be placed in the ranks of the battle, and these ordinary people who have no military foundation are even more unbearable than the cadets, and the casualties remain high.

Despite the old general who called himself Candela draining his saliva, despair continued to spread, and the proud Caesars, like all intelligent beings, began to crumble in the face of death, and a large number of deserters appeared.

Except for the regular soldiers whose morale is still high for some reason, there are only true warriors who have the courage to die in despair.

Freckles doesn't have high morale and is not a true warrior, but she clearly knows that without the army, there is no hope of surviving on her own.

It's a triangular junction where half-empty, semi-sealed hovering rails meet, and tall buildings around provide good cover.

Freckles followed his group in an ambush in a half-collapsed building, surrounded by fifty other teams.

In the past, this triangular intersection was the ruins of the First Academy, which served as a base, and the wartime reserve warehouse buried underground was an important place that Jue could not give up.

The remnants of the fighters were determined to die and set up defenses around the ruins of the school, and if the reserve base was occupied by the enemy, all those who had lost their sources of weapons would have no hope of survival.

Freckles gritted her teeth and leaned in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, next to a corpse whose helmet shattered, revealing most of the man's head.

Freckles knows this person, the man of the year in the first school, and after graduation, he will be the sought-after commodity of the major legions, at least he can become a radiant young major.

But now, he is lying here like an ordinary soldier, and even after his death, no one has the leisure to collect even the corpse.

Swallowing his saliva, freckles still felt a rush of urine fill his bladder, even though he had been fighting for an unknown number of times.

The enemy arrived, and in the distance there were neatly lined up robots on the ruins, slowly pouring down the streets like black viscous crude oil, and the slightest spark would turn the crude oil into a fire that burned everyone to ashes.

The firm words of the team leader came from his ears, and Freckles even heard angry emotions in his voice: "Everyone, pay attention, wait for the enemy to enter the predetermined position, listen to my order to fire!" Remember, no one is allowed to fire without my orders! ”

Looking at the mighty advancement of the black pressed robot, the little freckles could no longer suppress the collision of the upper and lower teeth.

When the enemy is in a predetermined position, large weapons hidden everywhere begin to fire, heavy tanks, guided heat-melt bombs, and even outdated missile array combat vehicles from decades ago.

The various types of mines buried in the ground are like brightly colored flowers, enveloping a large number of robots.

"Fire!"

Under the command, Freckles closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, firing 100 rounds per minute, and the energy battery that could fire 1,000 deadly laser rays was shot by Freckles in one go.

The sound of a snorting electric shock idling was heard, and Freckles gasped for breath as he replaced the energy battery.

At this time, the enemy's vanguard was lost in this round of blows, but the fearless robots still lined up neatly, filling the void in the next instant.

Freckles couldn't help but tremble, and it was like this again! And so it is again! These bastards made of steel never knew what fear was.

Many times, Freckles has experienced such a scene so many times, and these bastards don't care about their losses at all, and just push forward inch by inch until they kill anyone they can kill!

Oh, my God! Who's going to save me! I don't want to die yet! I'm only eighteen years old, I haven't enjoyed life yet, I'm just a civilian who has just left the military academy, I haven't been in a relationship yet, I don't even know what it's like to be in love!

Please! Who's going to save me! I can give him everything I have, my soul, my body. Just let me live......

No one hears the cries of the little freckles, no one cares that there is a trembling soul here, and the cheapest thing on the battlefield is death.

The dark and dreary colors slowly but surely drowned out everything, and the screams of death kept ringing in Freckles' ears.

A trace of blood, at this time, was like a lightning bolt that chiseled through the black wave-like robot queue.

Freckles looked at the blood-colored figure in amazement, the robot army that was regarded as a flood beast, and under this blood-colored figure it was like a piece of bread torn and riddled with holes.