Without warning, artillery fire covered the entire road from Bosenke to Finshire County. From the positions held by the naval commandos to the east, the area of the shelling gradually extended and extended into the distance.

When the sudden sound of shelling became the only sound on the battlefield, it seemed that even time slowed down. In addition to the speed of the explosion, both the Imperial Navy commandos and the Allied soldiers who howled and launched the charge became slow and even a little funny.

But the bloody slaughter never changed its essence. In this land, people from two distant planets fight each other with weapons in hand. All the wisdom and technology produced in the history of mankind have been applied to this land - how to take human lives quickly and efficiently.

Tens of thousands of years ago, humans fought each other with stone axes and spears. Now, tens of thousands of years later, even with the ability to cross the sea of stars, human beings are still obsessed and obsessed with fighting each other.

There is not much essential difference between a civilized man and a naked Homo erectus.

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After firing a bullet at the Confederates who were rushing towards him, it took a few moments for General Horn to realize that the Confederates had been repulsed.

"Everyone, rest on the spot and prepare ammunition." Horn sat down on the ground, turned his head and shouted, "Company commander, report the statistics!" ”

"Your Excellency, Mr. Captain is dead." The bloodied captain limped over and reported to General Horn, "We have suffered heavy casualties, nearly half of our commandos have been wounded or killed - the exact number is being counted. ”

Horn nodded with a blushing face, and then asked, "Give you five minutes to rest, and gather all the soldiers who can still hold their guns and walk around." ”

As a veteran of many battles, Horn clearly knew that the enemy's situation was unknown, and it was impossible for him to have any more reinforcements, so it would not be good to continue to stick to his position.

If the enemy's assembly area is not covered by artillery fire, then holding the position will only delay the arrival of defeat for a short time at most.

Rather than this, it is better to launch a countercharge while the fire strike has just passed and the enemy army is in confusion. Catch him off guard, so that he has one more chance of winning.

Of course, if the enemy hadn't been hit by fire, launching a counter-charge now would be no different from sending him to his death - but ...... Dying on the offensive after a difficult defensive position, not a single naval commando would refuse this "gift".

Navy commandos are born to be surrounded by the enemy, but they are by no means the best people to defend their positions.

The mission of the Imperial Navy commandos is always to attack.

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In the dark night, the flames were burning violently, and smoke was everywhere. The air was filled with the pungent smell of stone dust and soil being blasted, and there was a thick smell of blood and the stench of burnt meat that drilled into the nose.

Marcus von Hohenzollern fell to the ground, struggling to prop up his upper body and looking around with some confusion.

The scene was so familiar that he didn't even know if he was dreaming or not.

The smell, the smoke and the flames, were exactly the same as when he led the Alliance Brigade to defeat five years ago.

He raised his hands and looked at his rough palms, and at the tattered costume - no, it wasn't a nightmare, just a sudden shelling.

After thinking about this, Marcus Shaozo actually felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

Let him do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't go back to that night five years ago. Even as a resolute Allied officer, after five years, Marcus Shaozo still can't face his former defeat again.

His lieutenant commander was killed in an Imperial bombardment on the battlefield, and Marcus Shaozo, who was the deputy captain and chief of staff, took over the command and commanded the remaining 827 Allied soldiers to continue their duties.

They were to open up a landing ground for the Allies at Aharot, so that they could safely and quickly project thirty-two divisions on the flanks of the Imperial Dogs, thus completing the greatest division and encirclement in the history of the Alliance's war.

This order came directly from Senior General Eisensteinway, commander of the Second Theater of Operations of the Alliance, and also received the attention of the Führer of the League.

Marcus Shaozo bears daunting responsibilities and pressures, and he and the remaining 827 comrades-in-arms are determined to complete the task by any means necessary, even if it is in exchange for their own lives.

But just as Marcus's brigade had successfully completed the infiltration mission and was heading towards the intended target area, they were suddenly bombarded by massive artillery from the Empire. The 8-inch shells perfectly covered the concealed fortifications that Marcus's brigade had built while they were stationed and resting, while the shelling of tall trees in the area caused a large number of heavy shells to explode in mid-air.

The cannonballs exploded in the air into a perfect rain of shotguns, and the shock wave carried countless fragments and flames, easily claiming the lives of almost everyone and igniting entire dry forests.

Marcus Shaozo was carried out of the forest by his own guards. After three days in a coma, he had just woken up and learned that his brigade had been nearly wiped out when a group of stinking Imperial Army lackeys captured him.

Marcus himself is interested in continuing to live...... There was really no expectation. He didn't even think that he would make it back to the League alive one day. Even in that bright starry sky, there are still his parents, a beautiful wife and four children waiting for him.

After being captured, Marcus was first sent to the Empire's plantations to be enslaved. However, as an officer, he organized several prisoner of war riots, after which he was singled out and sent to the mines of United Mining.

In the mine, Marcus took advantage of the "convenience of work" and stole a batch of explosives. Then, with the help of fellow prisoners of war Confederate engineers, Marcus and a group of soldiers blew up the cells guarding them and rioted again.

This time, Marcus and his men even grabbed control of an Imperial mining ship. As they attempted to flee, the Imperial Guard appeared in their path and destroyed the Imperial property that had been taken by the miners.

Marcus was captured for the third time, and this time, he was sent to Newsar.

Newsal's mines were unlike any other places he'd been before. The guards here are even more brutal - they will even brutally kill sick prisoners of war for no reason, just for fun.

Marcus completely abandoned his plans to riot here, and the reason is simple.

This is not the mine of the Imperial Mining Complex, but the private property of an Imperial Duke. What's more, this private property is the part of Mr. Duke that he will not see.

This mine was partly to provide wealth to the duke, while the other part was ...... It was for the United Mining and Imperial Mining to dispose of prisoner of war slaves.

The prisoners of war who will be sent here are the most difficult thorns, or the "human" who have been squeezed clean. It's not a pity to die, as long as they can squeeze out a little profit before they die, it's not a loss.

And Marcus, who noticed this, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he felt ...... He may have found a way to make up for the total annihilation of his brigade.

An Imperial Duke with such a passion for wealth and a close connection to Union Mining. This made Marcus Shaozo smell a wonderful fragrance.

A hint of betrayal, a wonderful scent.

Marcus began to use his status to collect the thorns and the weakened prisoners of war. At his request, the POWs suddenly changed their faces and worked hard to provide Mr. Duke with wealth. In his opinion, the richer this Saar duke is, the more damage he will do to the empire.

Marcus's purpose of his actions was certainly not to be known to the Imperial dogs, and with his help, the Duke's Bosenke mining assets expanded rapidly in four years, from a single mine to four.

Just when Marcus Shaozo felt that he would work for Mr. Duke on Bosenke until the very end of his life, he was approached by the leader of the Overseer.

"Slaughter a village, and Mr. Duke will provide you with a boat—a boat that will take you home." The captain of the Overseer conveyed the "order" to Marcus Shaozo in an arrogant manner: "This ship is equipped with enough Ipsi Dragon ore, you can either return to the Alliance, or you can go directly to the Star Federation - anywhere." ”

Marcus Shaozo, who had worked as a high-ranking mine slave for four years, suddenly felt that someone was stirring somewhere soft in his heart.

He was homesick.

Nineteen years after joining the army and becoming an Allied soldier, Marcus decided for the first time to launch a military operation for personal reasons.

Now, half-lying on the ground, he looked at his comrades, who were also eager to go home, but had been torn apart by the shells, and didn't know what to say.

At the assembly ground, the Confederate soldiers were strewn with corpses as the Imperial Overseers, limbs and corpses littered the field.

Their blood is as dark red as it is indistinguishable; Their internal organs are mixed and they are indistinguishable from each other.

This is not the nightmare that Marcus Shaozo had five years ago, it is even more cruel than it was five years ago.

Marcus slowly lowered his head - there was once a beautiful blonde hair on the top of his head that was "not a single crop" due to burns. He saw the lower half of his body.

There was nothing but a lump of intestines like a ball of yarn messed up by a cat when his wife knitted a sweater, and a steady stream of blood.

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Brigadier Admiral Horn rushed to the staging area with thirty-seven naval commandos. They followed the smell of blood all the way to this place - where there is blood, there are people. And in this darkness, any "person" is an enemy except them.

But after entering the assembly area, they were not attacked in any way. The commandos entered the area without any problems, and then saw the real "hell".

The artillery, operated by the Finshire artillerymen, seems to have been blessed by the gods. Six eight-inch high-explosive grenades accurately and perfectly covered the forest. As five years ago, the tall canopy of the forest detonated the shells in advance, and fragments and shock waves swept the entire area.

Aside from a small number of wounded still wailing, the "enemies" in the area now don't even have a human figure. There were severed limbs and entrails everywhere, and the muddy ground was full of blood.

Fight...... It's over.