After another two hours or so, the Emperor's blessed pdf defense corps gathered its troops, like nails stuck in the fence, to guard the battle line that was as wagged as a crumbling plank, which was almost unbearable for two hours, and the time was stretched for a long time in this bloody other world called the battlefield, from every breath to the ammunition fired, every second was a test of people's acceptance of extreme environments.

That's right, the extreme environment, where the civilization and society that many people are accustomed to have completely collapsed, and where everyone is trying to kill others just to kill others, is such a place not another world for the society that people normally come into contact with?

Now, the commander of the third company of the burning army is cherishing every breath of his breath, the right side of the battle line has been broken through, his combat intensity has doubled, more than half of his burning brothers have died, and he can only hold his position and wait for the transfer, the normal troops do not have such courage, and he has, because they are all dead people, there is no concern, only for faith.

From the beginning of the enemy's surprise attack, it was a long and disgusting war of attrition, from every shot, every charge, the accumulated tiredness, the aging of equipment, the increased probability of projectile jamming, the empty ammunition box, and the constant accumulation of all kinds of cumbersome things that would not change the battlefield when they appeared alone, from a mistake by a defender to a ceasefire with a logging gun, to a round grenade destroying the position.

There is no narrative of a heroic epic, no so-called greatness, no miracles and imperial gifts, and no evil plans of the gods, just that the soldiers are sleepy, the guns are too hot, the institutions are loose, and the machine is slow, and it is such a damn reality that lacks drama, tearing apart the places that tens of thousands of people guarded with their lives, and on the flanks of the trenches, those who survived had to shrink their defenses and concentrate on the enemy on the right and front.

This is the battlefield, most of the battlefield, especially the battles of countless ordinary mortals where the gods and emperors do not care, there are no hero lords, no Astartes, no saint masters, only death, sacrifice, victory and death.

In the midst of his busy schedule, the commander of the third company lit a cigarette to relax his body, his eyes were accustomed to the night, and his comrades went up to attack with the whippers, roaring, blazing, burning and roaring guns to play a symphony that belonged to the battlefield, and as the only performer and one of the listeners in it, the soldier exhaled a puff of smoke.

There should have been no enemy in this dark place, but before the smoke ring could disperse, a bullet passed through the white things, the nothingness, and drew a thrilling trace, with a flash of light and a burning sound, mobilizing all the spirit of the warrior, he spat out the cigarette in his mouth, put out the tiny fire with his feet, pulled out the dragon's breath gun at his waist, and then the flames were instantly scattered, it was a primer brighter than any star in the dark night, and it was scattered like a shotgun projectile.

This ancient burning thing was instantly sprinkled on the man who had fired the gun, and the powerful screams and crackling human tissues burned with that thrilling sound, and in the bright light of the fire, the enemy rolled on the ground, hoping to extinguish the flames, but the only thing that awaited him was that. "The Emperor's Blade."

But this matter is not only dangerous, his eyes are vigilant in the dark night, the defense line has been broken, they are trying to occupy this place, the battle line is more multi-dimensional, so that it is not even possible to smoke a cigarette in a place that is originally peaceful.

"The left side is missing too! Come on, fill it here, damn it! He yelled and called the soldier in, but the fatigue had taken hold, he could feel his arms trembling, the continuous high-intensity combat here was destroying his body, and the battlefield was falling like dominoes at the moment, but the matter was generally longer than that extremely fast moment.

And he could only pray that it would be long enough for them to survive the night, and he could only judge the situation by relying on the radio and the tiny light in the distance, the lack of stars at night, the light of the projectiles fired again and again, and the use of the flamethrower to kill the burning people who charged at the enemy by relying on cover.

The stars of life and flames, death and slaughter, if you look down from the sky, must be quite beautiful, those flickering lights, the rapid machine guns, the intermittent called rifles, the individual moving fast is the stormtroopers, the suddenly extinguished are the dead, and the most dazzling and crazy is the appearance of the two mad groups of burners and whippers who give small gifts to the emperor with their lives.

They were in a race against their own tiredness, shortness of breath, muddy air, muscle spasms, stimulants, drugs, they became sought-after goods in the army, and those who wanted to live would start swallowing, injecting, and finally now it had become a twisted, sick, vicious and squeezing battle for their own bodies.

Time passed minute by minute, and the defense line began to leak everywhere, and this loophole represented not something as easy as a broken plank, it represented death, a real, suffocating death, the death of the whipper, the death of the burner, the enemy's attachment to this place became a substantial desire, and the crazy expressions of those who took a lot of drugs and had bright red eye masks were enough to wake ordinary people from their naps.

In the successive attacks, the promethium also had a moment when it was used up, and before it was filled, another enemy came, he wanted to kill people, and his projectile hit the company commander on the head, to be precise, it should be on the trench, I have to admit that the colonel's building is not useless, at least without those things, they probably died a long time ago.

At this moment, some of those sandbags were crystallized due to the high temperature, and the bodies of dead and carbonized enemies hung on the blades of those inwardly rolled, and the thick leather black military boots were still intact, but I don't know if the color was dyed or carbonized, or if this dark space was dyed because of the lack of light.

The company commander's eyes faintly looked at the corpse's head from the darkness, the hollow, skull-like, charred, attached to the flesh, like those things were still meat, was he afraid? He was not afraid, even if he shared the bed with Mr. Carbon, he could sleep peacefully, but he was wondering, when will this strange repetition end, he seems to be trapped in a reincarnation, how many people have been burned today? I can't tell.

He breathed in the smell of the charcoal, it was so bad that it was disgusting, and the hollow, dark eyes were indistinct at this moment, so there were countless new sensations in his mind, those that had become something he had never seen before, and at this moment this ordinary skull had demonic horns, bulging out like orc teeth, or growing abnormal cheekbones, just like the most standard depraved in the eyes of every Imperial.

At this moment, he looked up, and in a trance saw that the coke had spoken, talking to him, there was no sound, but he could understand the shape of the mouth, the shriveled and fleshless mouth opened and closed, and spoke. [Your reincarnation will not end, throw yourself into the flames, become a flame, burn out the soul, sing the praises of the throne, brass... Supreme...]

"Supreme?" He muttered to himself, the emperor appeared, his heart filled with a faint fire that needed to be filled with the death of his enemies, and he was now engrossed in listening to the last two words, and the corpse began to stumble. 【Fear...】

Crackling, bumping, footsteps, crackling, after a brief change, a private fell into the trench, it was a man in a black military uniform, his body was half blown up, his blood was pouring out, his arm was broken, it happened to hit the barbed wire, it broke everything, the company commander woke up like a dream at this moment, listening to the real, miserable wail, the enemy's bright red eyes, full of bloodshots, madness, he immediately filled the weapon with promethium, and then asked his comrades.

"What's going on, how did the enemy break through?"

He raised his head, there were only two of his comrades who were fighting with him, their squad was originally 6 people, now only half, and the entire third company and the related whippers were even less, it was the irreversible loss of vital force caused by the war of attrition, he looked at his comrades who were fighting and retreating, picked up his weapons, fired dragon flame bullets, projectiles were thrown out of the dark night, and landed in a gap in the bunker where the enemy had been charging, the flames of gas hindered their attack, and the comrades had the space to put their raised upper bodies into the trenches.

The projectiles of the guns flashed past their heads, and the veterans, the two burners except him, had more or less stray wounds, and the blood moistened the fireproof cloth, and the two men panted and took off their gas masks, wiped their faces, and refueled, the older of them said. "Sir, the floggers have already lost their lives, and if we lose any more, there will be no one to cover here, and the enemy can attack the soldiers inside the bunker from the flanks."

"The enemies have crossed the encirclement line again and again, the burning troops and the floggers have done their best, and the mixed ranks of PDFs and lords' guards on the edge have helped us stop most of them, but there are still hundreds of people left, but we..."

The company commander sighed. "So many of those monsters are gone?" He asked in disbelief, and this time he looked back at the place where the corpse spoke, there was only silence, he felt that this was the emperor's test, he thought for a short time, and then said.

"Prepare, we'll turn into flames, how long has the war been now?"

The soldier replied. "Almost, three hours after the attack began."

He smiled, the only good thing is that they can use 6 large barrels of fuel, but the enemy still has about two hours to attack here, three people, it is impossible to station, the enemy is constantly passing through the side defenses, those crazy stimulant users are breaking through here with their lives, the dragon breath bomb can't support it for too long, they all know it!

The company commander spoke. "Do you remember how we are going to die in the oath of joining the group?"

"Scattered like dust and ashes, white as snow, and completely burning." The only two who were still alive replied in unison.

"Go and fulfill it!" The company commander uttered words that were incomprehensible.

At this moment, the dragon's breath bomb has been extinguished, the light that appeared slightly on the battlefield is fleeting, those enemies filled the burning gap with sandbags and all kinds of messy things, including the corpses of their own people, extinguished, and trampled on it, the heat made the ground here show a sickly black, those crazy soldiers also raised their automatic guns, hundreds of people filled the entire battle line, this place was completely lost, those people succeeded, this fortress was registered!

It is conceivable that after a massacre, the remaining PDF and guards have no possibility of hindering their more enemies, the city war can be delayed, but not much, the fall here has been finalized, the lord Margron, the traitor Margron, is about to be carved into the pillar of shame, and losing his territory without a fortress being attacked is equivalent to the castle being handed over!

And to occupy this place, the great honor will become the throne coin of the white flowers, countless stimulants, the kind of pleasant pills, and the seat of nobility, maybe the hundreds of people who step into this trench, ordinary soldiers will be promoted, officers will become nobles, and nobles will be reused, because they help the lord to avenge his hatred, because they have captured this meat grinder, they are ecstatic, but there are still three rats to be counted.

The officer asked to light up the equipment, to light it here, there is no need to cover up with cover, under this idea, a bright light suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield, and the guards were surprised in their hearts, because this represented their defeat, at least the biggest reliance, the loss of the flanks, if they were attacked on both sides, they would definitely fail, and now it is so difficult just one side ...

But after the light appeared, those enemies realized that something was wrong, the ground was full of slimy things, and the air was full of the smell of coke and promethium so that they didn't notice, and now it was clear, someone lowered his head and smelled a little, and then rolled his eyes at the rich and disgusting smell.

"Promethium!" He shouted, and it was too late, on the three sides of the trench, the three burners had already deployed their burners, the company commander pressed the button, the flames ignited, and the corners of the trenches full of promethium barrels instantly turned into a sea of fire and hell, they did not have time and equipment to evacuate and start remotely, and secondly, they would not evacuate.

As they prayed and carried out, the burning troops would not retreat or withdraw, they would be like the beasts that begged for the blood, the flesh and bones of the enemy, and if they were hungry, they would have their own.

Since the appearance of bright "stars" from the boundless "night sky" and the dimming of the tiny stars of Brahma, no one has mentioned anything since the capture of the trench area, because the dawn rises early with the crackling of flames.

Probably due to the addition of the bones of many loyalists, the original blue promethium flame became bright red like blood at this moment, burning for a long time, burning for a full three hours, until the enemy retreated, it was still bright, if it did not become smaller, it really made people wonder if there was a star shining in it.

And by such a miracle, the short victory was finally announced, and the colonel shouted in sonorous words. "Praise the victims, we are victorious!"

But the serpent shook his head. "It's just beginning, there are still enemies in the void, and we can't leave, and secondly..."

Before the words fell, a sudden vibration appeared, and several hot-melted torpedoes suddenly embedded in the outer wall of the Dark Harbor, exploding, melting, dissolving all the runways and docking places of the Dark Harbor and turning them into irregular metal walls.

The enemy did not want to let them go, and from this moment on, no one would leave this place, and the real port would probably be treated like this...

(End of chapter)