Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1805 1806 Rapid Progress

The thick smoke, like rags torn by a giant beast, raged and rolled over the battlefield, covering the sky and the sun.

The gray-black clouds were low and depressing, swallowing up the already thin sunlight and dragging this desolate land into deeper despair.

Deafening explosions sounded one after another, as if a giant beast was roaring, and each time made Li Rui's heart tremble violently; the roar of machine guns was sharp and piercing, and bullets whizzed through the air, like the whisper of death in his ears; the wails of the wounded were intermittent, painful and desperate, adding a touch of creepy tragedy to this purgatory-like scene; all the sounds intertwined together to form a chaotic, cruel and terrifying symphony of death.

"Damn it, can't these damn bastards just surrender honestly?" The Tang army soldier holding a new assault rifle gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice filled with anger.

At his feet was an elf soldier who had been killed. Under the M35 helmet that covered his face, a pointed ear could be vaguely seen.

There were some wooden-handled grenades scattered around the bodies, and some brass shell casings mixed in the soil: the elf soldiers had also held out here for a while, longer than the Dutch during World War II.

To be fair, the elves and dwarves that the Tang army encountered generally had stronger fighting spirits. These so-called alien races were very good at fighting, which was an important reason why they could survive in a world with more humans despite having a relatively small population.

The blood splattered on the pit wall was particularly shocking in the trench. After dealing with the elf soldiers here, the Tang army soldiers who continued to advance along the trench began to move forward.

They hunched their bodies like vigilant wild beasts, clinging to the trench wall, trying to avoid the bullets whizzing past their heads, and moving forward cautiously.

This damn trench has been plowed countless times by artillery fire. The soil is as soft as a woman's breast and exudes a disgusting smell of decay.

The pit walls that were originally reinforced with cement are now almost unrecognizable, and the wooden boards covering the bottom of the trench are broken into pieces. Stepping on them makes a creaking sound, and every step forward makes people worry whether they have been discovered by the enemy.

But in fact, no one cared about those tiny sounds. The roar of machine guns in the distance and the roar of tank engines could be heard clearly. No one cared about those tiny strange sounds because there were strange sounds everywhere.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with a strong smell of blood, which rushed straight into the nose and made people feel nauseous.

Soon, the Tang army soldiers who entered the trenches came to another turn. A qualified trench would have turns almost every few meters. Only the twisting trenches were qualified trenches. Straight trenches could only appear in amateur film and television works.

In the world before Tang Mo traveled through time, the kind of flat trench bunkers that often appeared in movies were difficult to use in actual combat, and were not even considered cannon fodder.

Then, at this turning point, the Tang army soldiers heard an elven soldier not far away complaining to his superior: "Platoon leader, this battle can't be fought! The Tang army's firepower is too strong, and we don't have much ammunition left!"

A trembling young voice sounded in Li Rui's ears, with a crying tone, full of fear and despair.

It sounds like this elf soldier is obviously a new recruit. This guy just came up from the rear and has never seen a real battlefield. He is now scared out of his wits, and a foul odor is emanating from his crotch.

"Shut up! If you cry again, I'll shoot you!" The elf platoon leader shouted in dissatisfaction, and the recruit's crying stopped abruptly.

The elf platoon leader was already annoyed enough, and he had no time to listen to a new recruit's useless complaints: the enemy was most likely preparing to attack and break through his defense line, and he had to be ready as soon as possible.

In fact, there was not even a single anti-tank rocket launcher in good condition on his position. You have to know that they were still relatively elite troops of the Yangmu Empire, and their equipment level was already among the best in the coalition forces.

When he got excited, the elven officer turned his head suddenly, his eyes red, and shouted at the already panicked soldiers. His voice was hoarse but full of power: "For His Majesty the Emperor, fight to the end!"

Those elf soldiers who had just begun to think of retreating were so frightened that they trembled all over. Then they quickly gave up the idea of ​​running away, hugged their weapons tightly, and continued to prepare for battle tremblingly with fear in their eyes.

"Everyone, cheer up! We are the elite of the empire and the most loyal warriors of His Majesty! What are you afraid of? Hold your ground until the last second!" The elf platoon leader glanced at the remaining soldiers in the trench and encouraged them.

His voice was hoarse but firm and powerful. Hearing his voice, the remaining elf soldiers began to cheer up and echoed: "Yes! Even if we die, we must take a few people with us!"

His eyes fell on a young soldier beside him, the soldier was the recruit who had just spoken. At this moment, the young Elf soldier was holding the Mauser rifle tightly in his hand, looking anxiously at the platoon leader who was approaching.

The platoon leader of the elf patted his shoulder vigorously and gave him an encouraging look: "Don't be conquered by the fear in your heart! Our motherland is behind us, so we would rather die than take a step back!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The machine gun in the distance roared again, and bullets poured down like raindrops towards the invisible place.

It seemed that the Tang army had also started to act on the front, so a firepower point, regardless of the danger, exposed itself, and fired a series of tracer bullets at the Tang army.

The Tang army's counterattack was also very swift. Bullets hit the trench wall, splashing dust and debris, even flying into the trench on this side. The dirt broken by the bullets hit the soldiers' faces, causing a stinging pain.

Retracting his head, the attacking Tang soldier had already confirmed that the other side had not noticed their arrival at all, so he stretched out a fist and raised his thumb to the back.

Several comrades understood, and the next order became logical. After confirming that he was not exposed, the Tang soldier made a fist, put down the rifle with the other hand, made a pulling motion, and then made a gesture of letting go and throwing forward. People familiar with the Tang army's tactical movements knew what this meant, so the two Tang soldiers who followed the Tang army pioneer who opened the way took off the grenade from their chests and pulled the safety ring on it.

"Three!" The leading Tang soldier gestured a number, and then he gestured a number "two". After seeing him gesture "one", the Tang soldier behind him who was ready to throw a grenade also made the corresponding throwing motion.

The spring safeties that were previously fixed were now completely free. After the Tang army soldiers released their fingers that were pressing them, the safeties flew to the side with a click.

The next second, the leading Tang army soldier saw his comrade choose a relatively effective position and direction and threw the grenade at the right time.

The fully activated grenade rolled into the trench and landed at the feet of the cowardly elven soldier. The oval grenade didn't stop until it hit the toe of the elven soldier's shoe.

Feeling something rolling into the trench, the elf recruit lowered his head to search for it. By the time he saw clearly that it was a grenade, the fuse inside the grenade had already hit the detonator.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion sounded in the narrow trench, and the shock wave mixed with mud, gravel and flesh, raging like a violent beast.

The elf recruit, who had a look of fear on his face just now, was blown into a ball of blood mist before he could even let out a scream. His Mauser rifle was also twisted and deformed in the explosion, and parts flew out like flowers from the sky, tearing the skin of his comrades around him.

At the center of the explosion, a huge fireball rose into the air, as if a bloodthirsty beast opened its terrifying mouth and swallowed everything around it. The wooden supports of the trench were blown to pieces, and the soil and stones were thrown into the air and then fell like raindrops.

Several elven soldiers who were close to the explosion were instantly torn into pieces, with their limbs and arms splashing with mud to every corner of the trench. Their internal organs and intestines were blown out of their bodies and hung on the trench wall, like a series of shocking abstract paintings.

Some soldiers, though lucky enough not to be killed directly by the explosion, were also seriously injured. Their calves were blown off, revealing their white bones, and blood gushed out of the wounds like fountains, staining their originally neat uniforms red.

"Ahhh!" shrill screams echoed in the trenches. The surviving elven soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the sudden attack. They held their heads and tried desperately to escape from this hell on earth. However, the narrow trenches became their cages, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

An elf soldier was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were bloodshot. He struggled to stand up, but found that his left leg had been blown off, leaving only a bloody stump connected to his thigh, with the white bone stump exposed, which was shocking.

He wailed in despair and tried to reach out to cover the bleeding wound, but found that his hands were also blown into a bloody mess and he had no strength at all.

The other elf soldier was a little luckier. He was only hit in the abdomen by the fragments of the explosion and was not fatally injured. However, the severe pain still made him groan in pain. He covered his stomach and rolled on the ground in pain. Blood kept gushing out from between his fingers, staining the soil beneath him red.

He could not hear the sounds around him, and could only see his surviving comrades opening their mouths in pain. There was only a buzzing sound in his ears, and at this moment he could not even feel the pain in his legs.

A young elven soldier sat up from the pile of corpses, his face covered in blood, his frightened eyes filled with a desire for life. He saw a comrade struggling to get up, and subconsciously reached out his hand, trying to grasp the last ray of hope.

Unfortunately, the comrade was hit by a bullet on the way up, and blood splattered everywhere, even on the face of the elf soldier sitting among the corpses.

The surviving elven soldiers, whose souls had long since disappeared, looked dully in the direction where the bullets came from, and saw the Tang soldiers approaching them with rifles in hand.

"Help, help..." He shouted with all his strength, but he could not hear his own voice. Before he could raise his hands while sitting on the ground, a bullet had already pierced his forehead.

He fell straight down and hit the corpse behind him...Darkness came over him and he could no longer feel anything.

The hunched Tang army soldiers passed by his body and continued to fire at the elf soldiers who had not yet recovered from the shock of the grenade explosion.

The muzzle flashed again and again, but the deafened elf soldiers could not hear the horrible sound at all. They didn't even know that the enemy had arrived, and many people thought that the Tang army's artillery fire had directly hit the trench where they were.

But soon they saw enemies firing their weapons. These enemies passed by them one after another in an orderly manner. Some were responsible for the left side, some were responsible for the right side. The muzzles of their guns were pointed very carefully, with almost no blind spots.

Seeing these people, some of the elf soldiers subconsciously raised their hands, while others lowered their heads to look for their lost weapons, but they were soon knocked down by accurate point-blank shooting and lay together with the bodies of their companions.

It was not until the last elven soldier fell that the Tang army soldiers began to replace their magazines. In fact, they only killed a dozen elven soldiers in total, which did not sound like a lot.

But this was already a very large stronghold, with two machine guns in front and ammunition stored on the side. It was not far from the machine gun bunker that was firing to block the Tang army's advance, and it was obviously built to cover the bunker's flank.

But now this place has been captured, and the elf soldiers near the machine gun bunker that was firing seemed to have no idea what was happening on their flank.

They didn't need to know, because just a few seconds later, a precise 100mm grenade from the Tang army hit the machine gun bunker. When the Tang army soldiers went over, they only saw the bodies of the elf soldiers, as well as the damaged guns and empty wooden ammunition boxes left behind by the defeated elf soldiers.

Another elven trench was captured. After two days of continuous fighting, the Tang army had penetrated more than ten kilometers into the coalition defense line. This advancement speed was many times faster than the elves had previously estimated.