Death, sacrifice, the Emperor's reward for the proud, does the current Colonel feel that he should listen to old Chester, he is indeed not a master tactician or a soldier, but he was born and raised here, and no one knows better than him how to protect this place.

The blood is gradually imprisoned in the cold, coagulated, turned into a bright red smoothie, what once flowed in the veins, is now trampled by military boots, stepped on into a footprint, a pitch-black footprint, life is becoming worthless, and this is the battlefield.

A handful of clever soldiers bent over to evade the meat grinder, and they withdrew the battle line built by the lord with a slight sense of responsibility, the strong defenses overlapped like mountains, and the heretical projectiles could only break through the sandbags on the outermost part of the car, and even if there was a single heavy weapon bombardment, it was difficult to destroy the battle line at once because of the yield, creating a gap.

It was extremely difficult to hit multiple times on the battlefield, and the brown uniforms of the lord's soldiers became an impregnable wall, and after many sandbags were blown away from the chaos at first, the methodical grinding of meat intensified in the enemy's charge to break through the flanks.

And the soldiers who fled were not just regroupers, but more chose the rear, and those cowards bent over and timidly walked across the line timidly until the clumsy range of the automatic guns could not reach the place, and then they ran away, wishing that at this moment they had more thighs and wings on their backs, but most of them were waiting for the merciless fire of the officers in the rear or the roar of two heavy logging guns.

Before they knew it, their own men had killed more soldiers than the enemy, the middle line had been moth-smashed, the soldiers couldn't even maintain a queue, the poor morale and ineffective cover made them a joke, and the lord's children were left alone to fight the villains.

In the rear command room, the colonel was already disgraced, his tactics were worthless, he was torn to shreds in just a few minutes, and the soldiers who lacked the training and will fled in all directions, leaving a rather ugly record in the history of the empire.

His old cheeks seemed to be stained with inky paint, not because he had really turned black, but because of the gloom of that expression, and Lord Margron looked at the battle line beside him, but did not forget to say to him. "Colonel, command them."

The colonel was a little annoyed. "Your Excellency, you've done a good job, but now you're going to fall into the ground?" He turned his head to look at the man who usually didn't say much, Margron's flat head, especially his face looked like that of an old owl, like a little more hair, it was a beautiful bird, but now it looked quite kind.

He wanted to continue to say harsh words, but the expression held down the throbbing emotion in his heart, this is the point that Mr. Margron will always make people listen to his words, as if the light of the emperor will always shine on his surroundings, but at the same time he is also a frightening believer.

This contradictory, gentle and benevolent madman with a resolute, tyrannical and murderous personality speaks. "The emperor has given us countless duties, I need to instruct people, and you are the commander, let the soldiers set up their guns, and my soldiers will also use them for you, don't blame yourself, you are an expert among us no matter what, just don't forget that this matter has become bad because of you, and now you are given the right just to redeem it, you will still face impeachment and will never be able to set foot in the barracks again."

"How merciful, but can I really?" The colonel watched the battle gradually gain the upper hand, and he couldn't help but pick up the communicator and curse. "The barrage on the right side is too thin, reduce the interval between shots!" He switched the communicator's channel again. "The formation on the left is too dense and spread out."

"In the next period of time, I will be the commander, and all the personnel must be stuck in the ground to protect the gap and not allow it to be breached!"

His voice pierced into the hearts of the remaining soldiers like a booster, and the battle line became stronger, although it was already embarrassing, and there were hardly many people to stand here, but after hearing this voice, a major lay down in the pile of corpses in the trench, turned off the backpack behind the dead signal soldier, so as not to be discovered, and at the same time his eyes were much firmer.

His own troops have almost lost, and now they are scattered all over the battlefield, but it is also after he and his soldiers do not retreat so that the enemy does not rashly attack the center, and then break through the battle line from the side, if you just look at this merit, he can become a direct class.

At this moment, the projectile grazed his cheek, the corpse became his cover, and the old automatic rifle in his hand was running out of ammunition, so he took out a new gun from the hands of his dead comrade and fired it with all his might.

Every aspect of this place is hopeless, and he is more unable to leave here than there is any deep righteousness, as a commoner to climb to this position is obviously impossible, before this place was a peaceful era, obviously he is a nobleman, his ancestors made great contributions to the construction of this fortress, so he also rose to prominence, and was hastily promoted to this position after graduating from the military academy.

Now, fear filled his face, more than anything he knew the righteousness, but more often than not, he wanted to survive, but happened to be surrounded by enemies, and created small miracles in self-defense one by one, and more importantly, the miracle brought by the fear of death.

It was only when his finger pulled the trigger and stopped again, and his fate was assured, the heretical soldiers approached the trench with fire, and the dense network of fire could not stop the guys, with the fire support of the batteries and enough manpower, they tore through the man-made canyon with people on both sides, sandbags and vehicles with more than three times the number of people.

When the Major watched the black crowd in the distance break through the defense, those soldiers kept falling, but there were still more, and the fire kept appearing, but this was not a breakthrough in numbers, but those heretical batteries allowed them to effectively suppress the loyal troops.

Timberjack and automatic guns could not compare to the turrets mounted in the drop bay, where several slaves were constantly transporting and replenishing energy and ammunition, and the endless fixed fire made up for the difference, so that at this moment, the major had seen the enemy approaching, and he could smell the scent of those people.

Those greedy people are like beasts, he remembered the words of his mother when he joined the army, and when he hid inside the corpse and heard the sound of someone crossing the barbed wire, he put a bayonet on his rifle.

He didn't like the word sacrifice, but he couldn't help but think about what happened to the non-commissioned officer he saw today, whether he died or ran away, he couldn't find him, he thought that such a person would definitely survive, but the battlefield told him that anyone was powerless, including him.

However, he subconsciously felt that the word sacrifice was shaped for that kind of person, because only the death of that kind of person could be counted as sacrifice, and the death of other more ordinary and weak people was probably not a sacrifice for this huge empire, including himself...

His negative mood was sluggish, and finally he was covered by the sound of the enemy's footsteps walking on the ground, he wiped the bayonet with the rags of his comrade's clothes, slowly, the sound of that pace was also approaching, he held his breath, the sound of the guns firing, the sound of the enemy approaching, who did not know who commanded, had nothing to do with him, when a man quickly ran into his trench, this was probably the first time he saw the enemy.

Not a legendary demon or an abominable mutant, he looked panicked, frightened, and immediately bent down to hide in the trenches and corpses, his ink-colored military uniform inlaid with the complex-looking United family crest, he looked nervously left and right, and soon saw the major, but he only regarded it as a dead man, and relaxed his vigilance, and after he took out a small box from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth like a hamster, the major saw it clearly for the first time, it was a white pill, and the word painkiller flashed in his mind, but soon, it became a stimulant.

The major tightened his grip on his gun and stabbed him in the heart, but he finally missed and plunged it into his chest, and the poor man trembled, but his eyes were red, and they looked at each other, and the soldier roared, and the major did not say a word, and with all his strength, he drew his knife and struck his head with the hilt of his gun, and struck him on the head with the hilt, bang.

Finally killed him before the stimulant could dissipate the inside of his body, the man's body twitched, a patch of bright red appeared on his head, and the major looked behind him to see more people approaching.

He's in the middle of a mess, he's killing someone, he's killing someone, he's actually killing an innocent and pitiful looking guy, his arms are shaking, his thoughts are messy, it's different from being in a family called society, no one is judging, no one is condemning, he's killing people in the extreme violence of the group called war, just to survive.

His will was all elsewhere, and it wasn't until something cold against his head did he wake up, and he heard a somewhat unfamiliar accent. "The corporal is dead, hell, I told him not to leave the group, but we have big fish."

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, dressed in pitch-black clothes that were different from the dark green military uniform of the major, and his collar according to imperial standards, and his hat, that kind of military cap, probably a guy above the rank of lieutenant.

At this point, about 12 people surrounded him, exactly the number of a standard Imperial soldier, and the captain led the team, indicating that they had died at least 40 times before they had to run here, and the officer raised his gun. "You're ours, tell me about your rank and establishment."

The major felt a sigh of relief in his heart, he replied. "46 Defensive Corps, Major."

The man said. "Ha, a chief, your head can be exchanged for 5 throne coins."

The major replied. "Five? I have five pocket money a month! Come, touch my pocket, sir. ”

The lieutenant put his finger in his pocket in disbelief, and his expression was sunny to cloudy and then cloudy to sun, and he was rich! But the posture of reaching into the pocket is not good, at least not when it is holding a person.

He quickly felt a loosening of his feet, what it was, it was a military boot, it was the major who kicked him, and he leaned forward to the right and felt his pocket, so that the firearm was also empty, the pistol was out of his hand, and the projectile made a bright red mark on the second lieutenant's cheek.

It was only the hormones that made the second lieutenant forget the pain, and he grabbed the officer, then touched his waist, took out his spare gun, and threw him to the ground, pulled away, and shouted to the man who fell to the ground, and also to the other soldiers.

"Stand up! Now I'm the one who catches you, sir, back on, follow me, stick to me, like a loving man and woman at a ball, and dance a waltz or tango with me. His arms trembled, his thighs trembled, and the stimulation of life and death made his heart beat constantly, it was probably love, a love for death.

The middle-aged man stood up with a bitter face and raised his hand, but suddenly grabbed the major's arm. "The insurance is not open, kid."

He snatched the gun with all his might, and the major who had killed one man and was unable to resist, and when the lieutenant raised his weapon and pulled the safety with ease, the situation was reversed again.

This time the major did not have the strength to resist, and he raised his hand. "You win, you win."

"I also won this war." said the lieutenant. "Next we will set up camp, a team will be stationed here to provide flank fire for the team, this port belongs to us, you too, remember to ask your family to take the ransom." He smiled, this war has a lot of oil and water, whether it is for high-ranking officials or ordinary soldiers, this time is enough for them to change their fate.

But the battlefield is ever-changing, and when troops are stationed in the trenches one after another, and the bunkers that were originally given to soldiers become treasures for the enemy, a unit belonging to the loyal has been dispatched, the lieutenant is sensitively aware of something, he said. "Engine sounds?"

He soon saw several rampaging heavy trucks fending off the hail of bullets, and even the drivers on them were shooting like madmen, and those heavy vehicles were not ordinary things, because behind them were terrible monsters, slender and long whip-like "fingers" showing crazy muscles, and the lieutenant had read their information, but he didn't expect to encounter it.

He shouted. "Flogger!" In a few moments, a truck came here to drop the monsters, the soldiers were useless to shoot at those Dong, the thick muscles and the potions injected protected their vital points, when the instructions and potions were filled, the monsters got off the truck, even if the truck driver, the martyr in brown clothes, was dead, and the blood flowed out of the cockpit, his purpose was achieved.

"Gods, what kind of monster is this!" The lieutenant shouted, and he raised his weapon. "Your lieutenant colonel is here, don't move! If your head can be separated, then you should know that he is worth a fortune! ”

The only thing that could be answered was a broken whip, severe pain and the uniform that the whip had pulled off, the lieutenant was whipped directly on the shoulder to dislocate, the gun was out of his hand, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he hugged the major with his left hand, like grasping a life-saving straw, but the major only answered. "They are not my soldiers, sir, he will take me with you to kill, those monsters are only loyal to the emperor and the lord."

Ironically, the lieutenant who believed in the gods scolded. "You who believe in the Corpse Emperor are all crazy!"

"Of course, if you don't come, we won't—" replied the major dissatisfied, but the lieutenant still did not want to let go of him, he was already cornered, and retreated quickly, quickly, but this contemplative array that triggered the whipper, he suddenly convulsed, and then swung the electric whip.

After the speed and the sound of "Peng" that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, the major felt the heat behind his head, and then the gentleman who had just "flirted" with him, his headless body fell straight down, and silently swore an oath, and the counterattack began.

(End of chapter)