From the moment the Titans soldiers entered Lüdes, the situation was completely out of control.

Prince Bernard and the other coup participants did have plans to indulge the soldiers in order to win them over and tie them to their chariots, but that was limited to a few areas and for a limited time. They are also well aware of the dangers of wanton indulgence, as well as the consequences.

For the soldiers of the two camps, looting and violence are part of combat operations, and a means to celebrate their survival and vent their feelings is also one of the legitimate incomes. In order to boost morale and humiliate the defeated country, the commander will also encourage his subordinates to do so.

But that was in an enemy country, except in a period of lawlessness when warlords were divided and wars raged, and a fairly smart politician would never risk ruining his political future and his life by letting the military leaders and ruffians mess around, even in one camp. Not to mention the reputation of the 40 miles of the wind and smell, the term "violent soldiers" alone is enough to make the vast majority of people in power treat it with caution.

If the coup d'état had been in their hands, perhaps the majority would have been dissatisfied, and the overall situation would have ended peacefully. However, all the while, they are just puppets dancing to someone else's script.

Walgrevo slowly cuts through the steaks, succulent beef steames, silver cutlery dances, and sparkling champagne shines in candlelight. Outside the window, the flames were blazing, wailing, screaming, and laughing, and the communication terminals arranged in a circle broadcast the death and brutality that pervaded all over Lüdes in real time. The surround sound is deafening, and the hoarse "Broken.English" vocals further enhance the decadence and madness in the room.

Soldiers gathered together, picking up heads and limbs with bayonets, bathing in blood and shredded flesh, shouting and laughing;

Deep in the alley, rude chewing rang out, and the men surrounded by the Titans soldiers were eviscerated out. making the last spasms in the tearing and gnawing;

Under the flickering street lamp, the woman whose clothes were torn looked up at the night sky blankly, and the man who pressed on her spit out a heavy gasp, and bit down on her plump chest while moving her body, fat and blood dripping down the corners of her hideous mouth;

This is by no means normal.

As long as it is not a limit such as the Great Famine, cannibalism on a group scale is impossible. Not to mention eating it raw like a beast.

A masterpiece by Walgrevo.

Before the Titans coup forces marched into Lüdes, they were supplied with a large number of "specially treated" canned food, biscuits, and seasonings, which were doped with the latest type of ergot refined processed product, "crocodile", in addition to creating strong hallucinations, it would also disarm the "brain restriction switch", making people exert zombie-like strange powers, and what was even more terrifying, the user would have a strong cannibalistic urge and an extreme thirst for blood and flesh.

Maybe it's not enough to do it. Or it may simply be for the purpose of waste utilization and the disposal of dangerous goods. Someone's "Father's Cooking No. 13" was given to Titans as a supper. After reading a cooking reference book called "The Spirit of the Medicine King", someone did not hesitate to replace firewood, rice, oil and salt with banned drugs and hormones in order to achieve the effect of bursting clothes and drifting naked and wanting to die of immortals...... Compared to the murderous dishes of the past, this time it is rare that there is no eating of dead people. It's just that the subject becomes abnormally muscular and bursts his clothes, and the hair on both sides of his head quickly falls off and turns into a moxican head, while babbling gibberish and behaving abnormally...... A devilish muscular man with such traits.

This dangerous substance obviously can't be disposed of in the usual way, rather than throwing it into the wilderness to create some kind of mutant monster. It's better to give it to the bipeds of Titans, which can be regarded as a reasonable use.

(Even if the effect of the drug has passed.) Mad dogs that have tried the taste of human flesh and blood can't get back to normal...... It doesn't matter, anyway, the "incriminating evidence" is already sufficient, and the next thing is the political field, which has nothing to do with me. ）

Swallowing the beef, Walgrevo began to wipe out the stew.

His demeanor was elegant, fitting well with his upright and beautiful face. is just bathed in the bloody halo of many tragedies, which makes people feel that there is no difference between calmness and cruelty.

Cutleback and fork stopped, and his sharp eyes moved to the terminal interface in the left corner.

A white flash of light streaked across the burning street, filled with ugliness and depravity. In the despair of people's hearts, the flash of light is even more dazzling, almost making people worship it.

"Did the puppet fail?"

Putting down his knife and fork, Walgrevo smiled contemptuously.

Let the puppet with set conditions work on a combat mission, and this is the result. At first glance, it may seem infinitely powerful, but in fact, there are many problems, and if the mode of action is restricted, it is quite easy to solve.

That being said, it's a real killing machine. After knowing the performance parameters of the opponent in advance, knowing the mode of action, and analyzing its weaknesses, you can still stand on that battlefield and face the superweapon that can crush you in an instant, and even charge without hesitation...... There is still a big difference between it and the brute who knows nothing.

"Should I say he's grown a little bit and one step closer to the goal that bastard set?"

Add yuzu honey and cream to the cup, stir the tea with a silver spoon, and Walgrevo twists up a scone cake.

He knew very well that Li Lin had great expectations for Roland, and even if the two parted ways, that expectation did not diminish in the slightest.

To be honest, he was annoyed by this.

It's not that I'm jealous that Roland has the attention of Li Lin - that's Gelles' specialty. It's not that I'm envious and afraid of Roland's growth—considering the difference in strength between the two sides, I would feel envy, jealousy, and hatred for the growth of a human being.

What made Walgrevo unable to swallow was a sentence.

- Is it okay to kill Roland?

Before the battle began, Walgrevo asked Li Lin.

This is a request, but also to pave the way for the future to exonerate responsibility, and it is also a small provocation to the bastard who has no one in his eyes.

- It doesn't matter.

Before the pleasure in his heart could be condensed, the brisk answer had already fallen, and he looked up in amazement, a mocking sneer was waiting for him.

Li Lin did not explain, and there is no need to explain at all.

The meaning of that relaxation is clear at a glance.

- If you can do it.

The moment he understood the unfinished words, a strong humiliation erupted. Burn every inch of skin, every nerve.

Since you have so much confidence in that stinky kid, let's take a good look at it, and watch your beloved toy destroy in the most worthless way, biting your fingers, and not being willing to be there!

With a click on the interface, Volgrevo brought up the 3D map. The whole situation of Lüders is clear at a glance. As Titans moved into the capital, the Defence moved into retreat, although some troops remained in the city. As he searched for the number of troops near Roland's route, he squeezed a low laugh out of his throat.

It's the best stage.

2 high-mobility wheeled self-propelled assault guns No. III;

1 E-10 assault gun;

And then the team was led by-

"The Rheinbach brothers?"

The brother of the armored units of the Defense Forces, which is known as the "highest synchronization rate", is a new type of weapon specially developed for rapid maneuver warfare, and it is also in the area with the highest concentration of interference particles.

With such favorable conditions, it is not a problem to solve a mere cavalry.

When you know that you have invested time, money, energy, and hope in the artwork. When you are swallowed up by the ugly monster produced by the assembly line, what will be the expression of that face that is always smiling and will not be shaken by anything?

Laughter, distorted by exuberance, echoed in the dining room.

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Like ink dripping into water, the shaking began to spread among the Wehrmacht commandos.

It's not in good shape.

It's not going to collapse, but it's a bit bad.

When the wind is going well, he is suddenly hit on the head, and anyone will inevitably panic.

If you learn through the radio that the other party is only riding alone, you can enter a no-man's land with only a white horse and a silver gun. Break through two lines of defense using automatic weapons in a row. Even a veteran of a hundred battles will inevitably be shaken by that.

The news has been confirmed again and again. Complex counts confirmed that the enemy had only one horse, a "girl riding a white unicorn, wearing white armor, and long hair".

It's incredible.

Because of the intermediate transmission process or the relationship between the witnesses themselves, it is inevitable that there will be deviations in the information obtained on the battlefield, and sometimes it can even be used as a joke as a false alarm. Usually. By comparing several pieces of information from different sources, it's easy to distinguish between true and false.

There are now more than one report describing the same thing, which makes it true enough.

What the hell is going on? Is it possible for a single cavalryman to do this? Is that really human? It's no different from the legendary demon who fought alone against an army of 70,000 people!

If it were replaced by other armies, I am afraid that it would have begun to fall into chaos and even show signs of collapse. The Wehrmacht is still "shaken" to the degree. The morale is still strong, and it is enough to see its strength.

This is possible for three reasons.

The first is training that is highly close to actual combat. "Full blood resurrection on the spot, full-screen segment blocking interference, air attack density at minute intervals, NBC weapons that don't cost money, Midi's strongest weapon reaches the density of Maozi's steel torrent, plus rabbit light infantry" - the defense army that has been abused by the Blues on the exercise ground has long been abused to the point that they don't feel it, and they know how to deal with adversity.

The second is the use of drugs. The Defence Force also used stimulants against soldiers, and in addition to those sold to the armies of various countries, officers and non-commissioned officers were also given Ritalin and Modafinil, so that they could always maintain a high concentration on the battlefield and improve their memory at the same time. When the battle situation is unfavorable, a calm commander can always quickly lead his subordinates to adjust their state.

Third, the biggest reason is that the defense forces still have sufficient advantages on their side.

Not only the advantage of the level of equipment, but also the advantage of quantity.

The basic of war is to crush the enemy with numerical superiority. No matter what kind of strategy it is, to put it bluntly, most of them use the terrain and situation to guide the situation to a "many-to-one" situation.

If 1 doesn't work, 2 will go up, 2 won't go up to 4, 4 can't go up to 16, 16 can't go up to 256...... In the end, they crushed each other with absolute numerical superiority.

In fact, it is not necessary to invest so many troops, just a few armored vehicles are enough to form an absolute superiority at both the "qualitative" and "quantitative" levels. It can be said that it has gone beyond one-sidedness and has risen to the level of lynching individuals by the collective.

No one complained or questioned this.

They are soldiers, obey orders, and it is their duty to complete their tasks.

What's more, since ancient times, facing threatening beasts. The wisdom species has always used crowd tactics to suppress the opponent.

"Only one enemy soldier?"

The young man sitting on the turret gondola wore a boat-shaped hat, his blonde hair was combed into threes and sevens, and his bangs hung down on his left side. The calm expression makes the slightly slender facial features not lose the military temperament, and the silver skull representing the armor logo on the black jacket shines.

"It's been confirmed three times. There can be no mistake. It is expected to arrive in the vicinity in 8 minutes. ”

Another young man in the distance replied by holding down the throat intercom. The highly similar appearance declares the identity of their twins, and the person who answered at this moment has a comb on the right side of the head, and the gold wire crystal glasses make him look even more calm.

"Is there something wrong with the interference particle dispersal device?"

It's hard to imagine that flesh and blood can break through the defenses made up by automatic weapons. If there is the blessing of supernatural power such as magic, it is a different matter. But at this moment, Lüders was shrouded in a dense fog of interference particles, and if anyone could still use magic, it would naturally be suspicious that there was something wrong with the interference dispersion device.

"There are no problems with the dispersion device. ”

After a pause, the glasses youth strengthened his tone.

"At this stage, on the premise that the opponent can use magic, use the sigma mode to meet the attack, and defeat the opponent with all his might. ”

"Understood. ”

The two youths took a deep breath and got into the turret, and two wheeled self-propelled assault guns turned on the "Sparrowhawk" infrared night vision device at the same time.

"Rheinbach squad, dispatch!"

The sounds overlap perfectly. As if it were made by one man.

With this call as a signal, the steel monster let out a low roar and sped at full speed.

Surprisingly, despite the absence of flares and radio contact, two wheeled assault guns approached their destination from two different directions at the same speed. During the drive, the muzzles of the turrets also formed exactly at the angle of mutual cover and crossfire of the guns. It was as if there was an invisible line linking the two assault guns.

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Looking at Lüders from the air, you will see a polygon radiating from the center of the island of Sitti. The ancient Seine River bisects this polygon, with 37 bridges connecting the north and south sides of the city. It can be said that whoever controls the Seine controls half of Lüdes.

The coup d'état was well aware of this. They took countermeasures at the first time - blasting nearly half of the bridges, including many places of interest such as the New Bridge and the Art Bridge, leaving only a few with sufficient carrying capacity to facilitate the concentration of troops to control them.

Simple, brutal, effective.

But the group of guys who obviously suffer from OCD are not satisfied with this. They also blocked some of the streets with deer barricades and barbed wire, and laid landmines. Many of the fugitive citizens plunged headlong into the minefield, and were beaten into a sieve by the flying shrapnel and steel balls.

If it weren't for the rush of time and the lack of troops, this group of stubborn war maniacs would probably have stormed the Louvre and turned it into a fortress.

Even so. They have also managed to paralyze the traffic in Lüdes.

Congestion was further exacerbated by fires, shelling, shootings, out-of-control coup soldiers, and panicked crowds fleeing back and forth. Many people who were desperate for a way rushed into a dead end, and when they found that something was wrong and wanted to turn back, they were pushed forward by the crowd behind them, the weak people died due to pushing and trampling, and more people were tortured and killed by the thugs who caught up. Countless alleys are littered with the bodies of innocent people.

It is a miracle that Lüdes, which is like the bottom of hell, still has a few shelters, allowing tens of thousands of people to temporarily avoid the disaster.

In part, this was due to the fact that the Titans forces were out of control, and all from the commander down were so immersed in the frenzied excitement of the drug that they were unable to act in an organized manner. The Defence Forces, on the other hand, focused only on government functions and did not deliberately attack civilians. But these are not the main reasons.

The Canghua Knights, the security enforcement agency that maintains order in Lüdes, is the biggest and most direct shield for the evacuees.

"Shit! Shit!"

The massive body like a rock was engulfed by the crowd, and the thugs with red eyes and broken hands and feet covered the blue uniform of the Knight, and in less than 10 seconds, the angry yelling and screaming were also covered, leaving only a disgusting chewing sound.

"Captain Daryl!"

Rosetta III Attache cried out in grief, and all that could be seen was a bunch of feasting humanoid beasts and a chewed, blood-stained Adrian helmet. Before he could take a step, a cavalry knife came to his eyes. The body immediately spun sideways, and the cavalry knife that had taken away a few strands of hair did not have time to be withdrawn, and stuck on the serration of the hunting knife held by the female swordsman in her left hand. With a roar bursting out of the abdomen. The cavalry knife broke in response, and the officer of Titans, who was wielding the knife, was also slashed open in the chest in one go.

Like the capital garrison troops, the Canghua Knights are also "troops that refuse the tide". There has been no refitting of new weapons and no training. However, unlike the capital garrison troops, this is not the state they deliberately seek, and it is purely too late to fill the gap for the army to change its equipment and expand the army. The police in the capital are about to do it, anyway, there is no need to dispatch artillery to deal with criminal law and order, and if it is really big, it is necessary to engage in riot suppression or something, that is the business of the army.

As a result, the Knights of Canghua came to the "Night of the Long Sword" and took their proud swords to the battlefield.

After all, they were luckier than the capital garrison, they didn't have to face chariot cannons and steel ball shrapnel with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and Titans's brain was not very good at the moment, and he couldn't even line up to shoot. Relying on enthusiasm and reasonable staffing. This shelter is what it holds.

Up to now, the Canghua Knights can actually be said to have squandered all their life's luck tonight.

After the attack, some citizens with experience in disaster prevention immediately dragged their children and rushed to open areas such as Star Square, St. Augustine Square, and Alma Square. Later, as the unrest widened and some temporary shelters were attacked, refugees began to flee again. As the Place de la Concorde – Tuileries Gardens – became the largest sanctuary in the heart of the city. Relying on makeshift barricades and organizing the refugees to fight with male auxiliaries, as well as a martial arts, the shelter has persevered to the present. Arguably. The Canghua Knights are already worthy of their uniforms and oaths.

"There are generals who surrender, but there are no knights of peace who surrender! But we will never bow down to sin!"

Defending such a large area with a few hundred people and two thousand small auxiliary personnel, he held out for nearly 4 hours in the face of a steady stream of crazy soldiers like doomsday zombies. This kind of tenacious combat effectiveness, by the standards of the army, can be regarded as an ace force.

It's just—

"Those guys look like they're almost at their limit. ”

In the dark, a voice without temperature commented. Through the 6x scope, the ice-like blue eyes watched everything that was going on in the Vault.

The Defence Force commandos are composed of a considerable number of snipers, who are responsible for the tasks of storming, reconnaissance, controlling key points, and covering the retreat of troops. The Place de la Concorde is bordered by the Pont de la Concorde, across which is the Privy Council, and the Rue de Rivoli behind the Tuileries Gardens leads to the north wing of the Louvre. Such an important place will naturally be included in the surveillance.

From top to bottom. The offensive and defensive battles of the Vault were all watched by them. It is precisely because of this that Rosetta's figure attracts them.

She is not the strongest one, and she has survived several times by desperately saving her comrades.

She is not a person with leadership skills, and she often rushes too much and almost gets surrounded.

What attracted the soldiers of the Defense Force was probably her indomitable perseverance, or the spirit of the Canghua Knights condensed in her.

"It's dazzling. ”

Bugs crawled into the eyeballs, and the sniper, who had been lying in the cemetery for days on end, lurking with the rotting corpses without saying a word, sighed. The co-shooter next to him and his colleague who had been lurking elsewhere and heard this emotion over the radio nodded silently.

It doesn't matter race, position, ideology. Nothing dazzling can erase its shine. No matter fear, disgust, or yearning, no one can deny it, and they don't want to deny the dazzling beauty and magnificence that anyone will be fascinated by. In the end, it was condensed into one word to describe the people who created this eternal moment.

"Those people, those people...... In the words of the vanished, 'Heroes.' ”

Everyone yearns for heroes, wants to be heroes, and longs to be by the side of heroes. It's a very natural feeling.

"But we're gears. ”

Not heroes who rise up at the call of the people, nor villains who insist on their claims, but only part of the apparatus of the state and the army, parts that operate to achieve their goals.

So, there's only one thing to do.

In the chaotic shouting and killing, the scream of the 7.92mm sniper rifle was particularly loud, and for a while, it seemed as if the whole world was frozen.

"Huh?"

Rosetta clutched her waist and abdomen, watching in disbelief as the blood flowed from between her fingers, and her physical strength flowed from the wound, spreading a hot dull pain.

Sniper failed? Still alive?

That's not the case.

Pulling the bolt open, Huang Cancan's bullet casing jumped out, loaded and locked. The action was completed in one go, and a young man who was approaching Rosetta, shouting something, was caught in the reticle.

- deliberately didn't let her die.

- "She" is the bait.

Whoever tries to save her will be beaten into a honeycomb.

If you want to be a hero, you will just die like garbage.

Pull the trigger again, and the scope was only a few steps away from seeing the swordswoman's hand drop suddenly. (To be continued.) )