Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1765 1766 The Line of Defense Is Getting Farther and Farther Away

On the other side of the world, on the Allied defense line in the east continent near Hot Wind Port, in a position that has been repeatedly bombarded by artillery fire, under the shining morning sun, a lonely elven soldier huddled deep in the trench, sheltered by the dilapidated earth wall, like a shaky boat in the wind and rain.

His face was covered with dirt and sweat, and his eyes flashed with a determined look with a hint of panic. He held the rifle tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he was using all his strength. His pointed ears were always listening to the sounds around him, for fear of missing any movement.

Suddenly, a shell streaked across the sky like a meteor, with a sharp whistling sound that made people tremble with fear. Then, the shell exploded next to the trench where the soldier was hiding, and the strong shock wave almost overturned the trench wall he was leaning against.

Dirt and gravel fell like raindrops, as if to bury him. He unconsciously loosened his hands, subconsciously hugged his helmet with both hands, and pressed his body close to the ground to minimize damage.

The air was filled with the smell of soil, mixed with the choking smell of explosions and burning. Fortunately, it was just a mortar shell, so it did not cause great damage to the trench.

After the explosion, the elf soldier struggled to stand up from the mud, his face and body covered with dirt and gravel. He coughed, trying to spit out the dust in his mouth, his eyes full of panic and tension.

Just as he looked up at the exit of the trench, he was horrified to find that the Tang army on the opposite side had begun the attack: a Type 96 main battle tank was rolling over barbed wire and obstacles, easily cutting into the elves' defensive position.

The figures of the Tang Empire soldiers were looming in the smoke that covered the sky. Their footsteps and shouts were getting closer and closer, and it seemed as if he could sense the murderous aura from them. The elf soldier's heart began to beat wildly. He knew that if he didn't run away quickly, it might be too late.

But he knew that there were soldiers from the supervision team in another trench not far behind him. Those guys would not care about any messy excuses, and would shoot anyone who escaped and was discovered.

He glanced around and found that the earth wall of the trench not far away had collapsed under the impact of the explosion, making the originally narrow place even narrower.

The unlucky guy finally discovered the problem only now: his Mauser 98K rifle seemed to have just been lost by him, and now he had to get the weapon back.

In his panic, he no longer cared about the Tang Empire tank that was crushing obstacles in the distance. He just lowered his head anxiously, searching for the rifle he had lost in the destroyed trench.

A comrade passed by hurriedly, saw him without a weapon, and shouted "Follow me" without turning back, then turned a corner along the trench and disappeared.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and the elf who was looking down for his weapon didn't hear what his companions were shouting. He just lowered his head to search, hoping to find his lost weapon before the enemy arrived.

At this moment, he didn't even think about what to do next after getting his weapon back. He was completely confused and even walked unsteadily.

When a shell explodes at close range, it's not just a loud bang. Even if people near the center of the explosion are not killed or shocked to death, they will suffer considerable trauma and be dizzy for a long time before they recover.

"The position has been lost! Hurry up and leave!" Another elf soldier passed by quickly with a rifle, saying this without looking back, and then disappeared at the other end of the trench. Like the soldier who just passed by here, they all saw the Tang army tank that was showing off its might in front of the position, and they also knew that they didn't even have an anti-tank grenade in their hands, so they chose to retreat very simply.

Between fighting the enemy and facing the guns of the Supervisory Team, these retreating elven soldiers believed that it was safer on the Supervisory Team's side.

Next to them were tree trunks that had been blown bare. In the elves' trenches, the scene of defeat was like the end of the world. The faces of the soldiers who had lost the will to resist were filled with fear and despair. Their eyes flickered in the darkness, as if they were looking for a glimmer of hope for survival.

The trenches that they had spent several days building had been destroyed by the Tang army's artillery shells. They were unrecognizable and looked like earth pits, with bullet holes and traces of gunpowder all around them.

The mud bunkers were blown to pieces by the shells, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. The defeated elven soldiers ran around in the trenches like headless flies, trying to find a safe exit, but every attempt seemed to hit a dead end.

No one knew that there was still a soldier stubbornly searching for his rifle in the collapsed trench, and none of his companions passing by stopped to help this comrade who seemed to have forgotten about escaping.

In another section of the trench, the elven soldiers, with no way to escape, lost their direction in panic. They sat on the ground, hugged their heads tightly with their hands, and curled up together, as if this could withstand the coming disaster.

Other soldiers tried to organize resistance and raised their weapons, but facing the approaching Tang tank, the futile resistance of these elven soldiers seemed so pale and powerless.

The trenches of the Yangmu Empire's defenders were filled with cries of terror, and the battlefield was filled with dense gunfire. These sounds intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

In this chaos, some people cried, some cursed, and some prayed silently. But no matter how the elves struggled, they could not change the fate of defeat.

As time went on, more and more elven soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and their lives came to an abrupt end here.

Some people fell in the artillery fire of the Tang Empire, some people died in front of the machine guns of the supervision team, and the entire battlefield was like a huge black hole, swallowing up all hope.

A Tang soldier passed by and saw the elf soldier who had just picked up his lost rifle. The two looked at each other, and then the Tang soldier skillfully shot the elf soldier whose face was covered in blood and dirt...

On this day, the 1st Army of the Tang Dynasty calmly advanced another three kilometers. Although they did not break through the elves' defense line, they did push the front line further and further away from Hot Wind Port.

Elf Marshal Felix was supposed to return to the front line to continue commanding the battle, but he did not return because the imperial capital Roslaina was attacked by missiles...

(End of this chapter)