The real battle began.

In this battle, there is only one way forward, there is no way to retreat, and the only way to survive is to fight a bloody way.

Defense?

Tactics?

Don't talk to them about tactics and formations.

This is the battlefield of the brave, the hell of the weak, they do not need any formation or any tactics, they may not have extraordinary talent, no systematic training, no skills for combat, and even equipment is inferior to the enemy, but only the determination to die is not lost to anyone.

Peter was an ordinary soldier and did not even have a military rank.

Before joining the army, he was an unemployed young man who couldn't even find a job and was idle at home.

The reason why he joined the army was to get ahead and let everyone know that he was not a useless person, but because he was extremely afraid of death, he gave up participating in the boot camp at the beginning and was assigned to the 2nd Regiment of the 4th Brigade of the Border Line.

The good point is the 4th Regiment of the regular army, and the ugly point is the cannon fodder regiment.

And he is among the many cannon fodder soldiers, belonging to the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder, and even in peacetime, he is the object of much humiliation, such a person, as long as the war breaks out, he will definitely be the first to die on the battlefield.

War did break out.

He was the first to lay down his weapon and kneel on the ground to surrender, but he felt that he was not wrong, life is above all else, even if he became a prisoner and affected his family, it was better than losing his life, not to mention that surrender was the order of the commander.

But his commander was killed.

The killer of his commander was his temporary subordinate, supposedly from the stalwart army.

He was a toddler about 10 years old.

Delicate face, petite body, the size of the younger brother in the family.

It is inconceivable that such a young child is sent to the battlefield, but in this lifeless situation, the young officer has no fear, and even bursts out with a dazzling light like the sun, mercilessly killing the superior officers who tried to surrender, and telling them - don't let the fear of death overcome their own glory and the majesty of the Imperial Army.

Such a young child is still fighting, what reason does he have to surrender?

Peter picked up the spear again.

He launched an attack on the elite units of the Kingdom Army.

Braving the rain of arrows, he forgot his fears, forgot about death.

He has only one belief in his heart, go back alive, and then after a few years, he can complacently point to his medal and tell his children and grandsons that your father and grandfather once fought side by side with that little imp named Vega in a lifeless mission, and overthrew an entire elite army of the kingdom army.

Kill, kill, kill.

Peter held a spear and went forward.

A comrade-in-arms around him fell under an arrow?

Scared or fearful?

I'm sorry it's too late to be afraid, it's too late to be afraid, he's going to rush forward.

A Kingdom army in combat uniforms stood in front of him.

So he pierced him in the throat.

Combat uniforms?

What a sophisticated defensive equipment, their cannon fodder troops didn't even have a chance to touch it.

But the enemy in the fine combat uniform died under his spear, and the combat uniform can protect your body, but not your throat, look how embarrassing the way you die.

Peter's eyes were blood-red.

It turns out that killing people is such a simple thing, it turns out that war can really forget cowardice and fear, he fell in love with war, and he fell in love with the wonderful touch of piercing a spear into his flesh.

He's going to kill more!

To go back alive, to show everyone that he is no longer a timid person.

Because he can lift the spear and harvest life after life without hesitation, he even wants to grab the collar of the person who used to laugh at him and ask him personally, are you going to laugh at my cowardice?

Well

Another enemy stood in his way.

Wrong

It's two...... Or three...... Or is it more?

If you can't count it, you just don't count it, and the number can't scare me away.

Worst.

I seem to have lost my left hand.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, I still have my right hand, I still have sharp teeth!

Pain?

Caper after burning.

It's like an old wine that you're sure to get hooked on.

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Blood and fire collide.

The war is in full swing.

Du Swell expected everything, but he did not expect that a third-rate, nay, low-rate army would be able to form such a terrible fighting force, and with indomitable courage, it was inseparable from his troops.

Is this still cannon fodder?

With a little training, this is a brave army that can rival elite troops.

Ultimately.

The backbone and elite troops are nothing more than using ideological brainwashing to make them forget the fear of death and make them willing to fight for the glory of the motherland.

The reason why they are stronger than cannon fodder troops is because they have the determination to die for the empire.

Combat skills, systematic training, and sophisticated equipment only play an auxiliary role, but this cannon fodder unit, which was preparing to surrender before, actually broke out with such a terrible momentum, they may not fight for the motherland, but the idea of fighting for their own honor and dignity will be more terrible than fighting for the motherland.

Things have come to this point.

If this continues, it will only cause greater losses.

Du Svir ordered several pros: "It's time for you to take action, kill those three pros as quickly as possible, and then assist the troops to clean up this group of damned Imperial troops, I will tell them with facts that the gap in strength cannot be bridged by the so-called morale." ”

"Yes. ”

7 people should be.

The highest-ranking class present is the Level 5 Apprentice Professional, Goss Leviathan.

As the temporary team leader, he led the other 6 professionals to block the way of the three Vega.

"Second Lieutenant Vega, how do we escape?"

Zigrin and Larba were armed with weapons in their hands, staring warily around them.

They were encircled, and if it was normal times, the two of them might have surrendered to their knees in fright, after all, they were officers who were judged to be mentally unqualified by the political review of the brigade headquarters.

But only today, they do not want to surrender.

Not because of Vega's deterrence, nor because he would be executed if he surrendered, but because he wanted to go back alive with dignity, and then patted the desk of the chief officer of the personnel department of the 2 Brigade and asked him personally, is it true that his mental quality is unqualified?

"Run?"

Vega's words were succinct: "Whoever says they want to flee, follow me and kill them all." ”

If you want to get out alive, there is no other choice but to kill these people who stand in your way.

As for how to get rid of these people?

He still has a hole card that has not yet been played, and whether he can return alive depends on this last hole card.