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The supervisor roared on the dock and smoked, the pressure on the front line, the tight logistics, the urging of the headquarters, and the orders of the commander, all of which made this group of guys almost crazy, and their actions naturally would not be gentle anymore.

There is no time to explain them one by one.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

The group of fellows stepped on the pedals and rushed into the cabin, kicked open the hatch, and one by one pulled the group of seasick newcomers off their beds, who had just been squinting for a while after the middle of the night, and several gendarmes followed closely behind them with buckets to wake them up.

Amid the sour smell of vomit, the supervisor pulled up the nearest person:

"Name, number, which formation?"

The blinded left eye rolled up the whites of the eye, which made Xinding's expression twitch, instinctively straightened up and saluted, and replied in a loud voice: "Second Lieutenant Charles Forbes, number S7-2287, the sixth formation of the Royal Orchestra!"

The supervisor tore off a large row of epaulettes, spat at the mouth, patted him on the shoulder, and stuck it.

"Okay, now you're in the fourth squad of the 3rd Mixed Tank Regiment. ”

The supervisor didn't waste a second, and didn't give him a chance to be stunned, and kicked him out of the cabin: "Get off the ship, get off the boat, get your terminal, and get on the bus according to the number!"

Outside the cabin, someone quickly shoved the terminal of an aether net and three new redemption rifles into his arms: "Hurry up, hurry up, there are still people lining up behind!"

Charles was at a loss, "But, where should we go?"

The distributor pushed him aside, just pointing to his own head:

"Someone will tell you. ”

Soon, as the terminal activated, a mechanical voice sounded, and a thin illusion appeared in front of his eyes, marking the path and direction on the matter, urging him to move forward immediately.

In the chaotic flow of people, the dazed Charles stumbled in line according to the number, and moved forward involuntarily, and when he arrived at the place, someone in the crowded crowd was already waiting there, grabbed him, and pulled him to the front of the water tank.

The sweaty commander pointed to the door of the chariot:

"The last person has arrived, get in the car, hurry up!"

Charles numbly stepped forward and tried to get into the car, only to find that all the seats in the chariot were filled, and all that was left for him was half of the frame that had just been welded.

"I'm sitting here?"

Charles's face flushed, "I'm a sir!"

The soldiers in the chariot were stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Nobody here cares if you're a sir or not. ”

The commander kicked him into the chariot and slammed the door shut, "Bear with it, soldier!"

The chariot roared forward, kicking up billowing smoke and dust to the battlefield amid the hoarse roar of the staff.

“...... We...... Where to go?"

In the noise of the machinery, Charles plucked up his courage.

"The front line. ”

The commander finished his cigarette and said calmly: "We are going to occupy the position of the city hall and open a way for the people behind." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the suspended aether ball attached to the chariot towards Charles, "You are in charge of observing and aiming, the Asgardians are equipped with new weapons for chariots, and if you get a shot, the whole cart will be destroyed." ”

As he spoke, he made an explosive gesture, "Boom~"

Charles shuddered for a moment, thinking that the safety of the whole car was in his own hands.

"I ...... I ......"

"Don't worry, everyone's lives can't be put in your hands, and I still have to. ”

The middle-aged musician in the co-pilot seat raised his hat to Charles, which was considered a salute: "Xinding, what issue are you?"

Seeing this action, Charles's eyes lit up, "Charles, the third class of the sixth phase of the Royal Academy of Music, sir, who are you?"

"Phase II. ”

The middle-aged musician smiled proudly: "Just call me a screw, and in the future, you will call it 'Jazz', come to one." ”

As he spoke, he threw a cigarette and rolled it over.

Charles struggled to suppress his urge to object, and wisely accepted the senior's kindness and the mocking nickname.

In the army, there must always be a thigh, and when this thigh is still its own alumni senior, it is even more important not to cherish it. If you don't know what to do, it's boring.

In a few minutes, everyone barely got acquainted with it.

Just as Screw was telling a pornographic joke to its funniest part, Charles heard a roar, and then it went dark and the world swirled.

The entire chariot seemed to have been overturned by a giant, rolled on the ground by the sudden impact, and finally collapsed a shop, and then reluctantly turned over.

In the shrill tinnitus, Charles's eyes were dark, and he only felt that someone was slapping him.

The pain woke him up, and he saw Screw's face.

Screw breathed a sigh of relief, showed a reluctant smile, and turned back to the commander and shouted:

"Good news, Xinding is still alive!"

In the pungent smell of leaking coolant, the screw pulled him up from the ground, and then kicked open a dead corpse, shoving him into the driver's seat:

"Bad news, the wrench's neck is broken. The commander is in emergency repairs, I'm in charge of the weapon, Xinding, you come to drive!"

Charles was dazed for a long time, looking at the steering wheel in his hand, and wanted to cry without tears.

"I—I won't!"

"Do you see the bottom of your feet? The red is the accelerator, the blue is the brake, and you can hang any one of the three gears!"

In the roar one after another, the good temper of the screw was gone, and seeing that he was still hesitating, he suddenly yelled at Charles:

"Hurry up, Sir, no, that name has already died once in your place. So hurry up, Xinding, there is no new nickname to die in your place again, don't hesitate, just save your own life!"

Charles didn't dare to hesitate, reluctantly stepped on the accelerator, his will was connected to the alchemy matrix behind the driver's seat, his eyes passed through the heavy armor, and he looked at the battlefield outside.

"Oh my God......"

At that moment, he only felt cold all over.

Flames, the city is bathed in flames.

Under the gray canopy, there was a roar, and the city lay on the ground like a dying giant.

In the midst of the devastation, a convoy of tanks roared forward, smashing through layers of shops and walls, running over burning wreckage and rubble, and bulldozing Asgardian fortifications one by one.

Behind the chariots, the 4th Corps followed, eating dust and burrowing into the trenches, and when they couldn't see clearly in front of them, they closed their eyes and poured bullets, anyway, as long as they pulled the trigger, so would the children.

They fight like children, they kill people, and they die like children.

When the skull was lifted open by the iron sheet, it looked like a rotten wine glass with a few small mouths missing.

The brains flew apart, smeared on the broken walls, mixed with blood, and dripped down.

Outline an oblique arc.

Like a smiley face.

"Hurry up, kill those Asgard!"

The screw roared, Charles gritted his teeth, but the chill and fear that rose from his heels made him scream and roar, and step on the accelerator under his feet.

The chariot staggered out of the ruins as if drunk, made a strange arc, broke through the walls and pillars, and plunged headlong into a pit in the ground, crawling out of it like a ghoul.

Ran head-on at the Asgardian support team.

"Hahaha, well done Xinding!"

Screw laughed, lifted the hatch of the tank, and shook the handle of the wheel with all his might, lifting the heavy steel weapon up, followed by a pedal that slipped out of his body.

"Friends of Asgard, how are you?"

In the next moment, the 'Son of Vulcan' spat out a vicious flame.

As the Alchemy Matrix activated, the aether flowed, triggering a melted lead reaction, and the frantically spinning six-barreled Salvation Machine Gun quickly ate into the chain, spilling a rain of fire of destruction.

Inspired by 'Hephaestus', this chainsaw monk's weapon of salvation has six barrels, thirteen sleeves, and a sophisticated mechanical design that spews out a steady stream of deadly metal.

It was like a flaming metal whip swinging, and everywhere it passed, everything was simply cut off, and in just five or six seconds, the group of reinforcements and the people hiding behind the wall bunkers turned into corpses that could not be put together.

The best thing to use is that it can detect living creatures within hundreds of meters around it without dead ends, as long as you breathe, there will be aether fluctuations, and as long as you are alive, there will be heart sounds.

No matter how chaotic the sound outside is, it is the musician's instinct to identify these small sounds.

As the tank opened the way in front, the army in the bunker behind followed, following closely behind to charge the Asgardian positions.

The leading knight tossed his two-handed greatsword and removed the heavy weapon behind him, a large steel cross, and with the aether fluctuations, the ethereal shield emerged from the skeleton of the cross, and stepped forward against the fire of the Asgardians.

The Aether Shield Mary MK-II of the Knights was issued by the Royal Academy, and Newton's proud work withstood the test perfectly, and with the suppression of the screws, this piece of position was soon taken down.

The squad made a brief correction on the spot and sent the seriously wounded off the front line.

"Well done, B95!" the knight took off his armor and gestured to the screw in thanks: "I've been beaten by these bastards for half an hour!"

The screw threw a cigarette and rolled it over, and the probe asked, "How was the front?"

The knight spat out, "Those guys have set up an artillery position on the town hall, and if this nail can't be pulled out, the chariot won't be able to drive through it." ”

Behind the wreckage of the building, the square with potholes in the distance can be seen, and behind the square is a position formed by rows of aetheric heavy artillery.

Who knows when the Asgardians completed the lightweight weight of the Aether heavy artillery, and after the main guns originally used on warships and large war facilities were successfully miniaturized, a cart was towed.

After forming an artillery position, it is possible to turn over the entire range of land like a plowshare.

Just now, their chariot was overturned by the shock wave of this thing, and if it hits it directly, I'm afraid it will explode on the spot, and no one will survive.

After a few minutes of rest, the knight's terminal made a screeching sound, and the knight spat at the mouth.

"Damn, rush to death, rush to death. ”

He waved goodbye, "Take care, friend, we must take the town hall before reinforcements from their Order arrive, there is still an hour to go."

Let's hope we'll be able to catch up with the Archangel armor, and these shit guys won't even grant us permission as a crooked musician......"

"Good luck, friend. ”

Screws also received the order from above and drilled back into the car.

Soon, the tank tanks marched with a bang and converged into the convoy of follow-up reinforcements.

Torrents of steel rushed through the streets, sowing destruction, like handfuls of invisible shovels, eradicating all the small red dots marked on the map.

The encirclement network was gradually closing in, and they finally launched an attack on the town hall.

Under the brutal pressure of the countdown, the death order of the staff reached everyone's hands, and the general offensive began!

In the face of the devastation of the shelling position, a platoon of people rushed up, a platoon of people died, another row of people rushed up, and another platoon of people died......

The viscous plasma spread across the ground, gradually smearing the entire square into a terrible dark red, and from the sky, it looked like a huge dining table.

War chews flesh and spits out broken wreckage.

Devastation.

In the musician's observations, the scene of the battlefield was sent in all directions along the aether web, to the Privy Council, the General Staff, the Front Command, the South, the North, and even the depths of the dark world.

Eventually, I came to a water mirror in mid-air.

-

In the silence, vague projections flickered, and there was no sound.

But the two spectators sitting in front of them were attentive, and after a long time, they withdrew their gaze and picked up the teacup in front of them.

It is also a bitter medicinal tea, and when it is difficult to drink, you begin to doubt your life.

"The kids seem to be doing well. ”

Stone touched his iron skull and sighed softly, "Although I regret aging, I feel happy whenever I see the heroic posture of young people." ”

The person next to him sighed: "Do you feel relieved to watch the younger generations grow up?"

"No, it's because they shed their blood on the battlefield and suffered the same hardships and sins as I did back then. ”

Stone clicked his lips, feeling the smell of iron wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and smiled with satisfaction: "Watch the weak among them die, and the strong survive...... Only then will I feel that I have companions and that I am not alone. ”

"Ah, I understand, I understand!"

The old man named Caligula patted his thighs excitedly, and his eyebrows fluttered: "It's like the first time you went to a party when you were a kid, right?"

The excitement of meeting new people is unforgettable!"

Saying this, the two old men glanced at each other approvingly, as if they had met with confidants, Caligula touched his pocket, took out two small paper bags, and his smile became strange:

"Take a bite?"

"Okay!"

Stone bowed his head happily.

The two old men, Anglo and the Winged People, were just like that in diplomacy, they smoked psychedelics.

After a long time, Stone rolled his eyes and sighed happily:

"What a rare good product!"

Like a confidant in wine, Caligula laughed proudly: "I grew it myself, only in the dark world can cultivate such a strong taste!

"Yes, yes!"

Stone clapped his hands happily: "I wish our friendship a long time!"

"Uh-huh, the earth is long!"