Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1818 A New Team

Roslaina, the elven city once known as the Emerald City of the Eastern Continent, has now been ravaged by war. The broken walls and ruins are like the backs of old men, silently telling of the cruelty of war in the smoke.

The air was filled with a sickening smell of burning, the smell of death left behind after the collision of life and steel. The once bustling streets were now empty, with only the blood-stained cobblestones crying silently.

The steel torrent of the Tang Empire's Third Army was like a black tide, ruthlessly pouring into the central urban area of ​​this ancient city. The Tang soldiers didn't even have time to change their uniforms, so they could only wear yellow and green field camouflage and thick-looking helmets made of composite materials, and rushed into the streets full of buildings.

They seemed like the god of death from the abyss, reaping the lives of all those who dared to resist. The AK47 assault rifles in their hands spewed out scorching flames, tearing everything that stood in their way into pieces.

"Da da da!" The dense gunshots echoed in the sky. Unable to withstand the attack, the elf soldiers retreated in groups of three or five from the buildings they were defending and fled to the buildings across the street to hide in a panic.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Soon, the Tang army's armored vehicles came out from the other side of the street and fired machine guns at the wall, creating a cloud of white smoke. The elf soldiers hiding in the building continued to flee, not even having time to loot the house for food or valuables.

Deafening gunshots, explosions, and screams intertwined into a symphony of death, echoing in the empty streets. On both sides of the street, the exquisite street lamps that had been installed at great expense were now mostly broken, as if mourning the impending fate of the city.

At the corner of a street covered by rubble, a house that had been half destroyed by artillery fire stood tenaciously, providing the last shelter for a small group of elven soldiers.

They were wearing dusty and bloodstained uniforms, M35 helmets, and looked dusty and exhausted, but they still held the Mauser 98K rifles tightly in their hands, and hatred and determination flashed in their deep eyes.

"Damn it! Their tanks are coming again!" A young elf soldier cursed in a low voice, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

His name was Aigle, and he was the youngest in the team. He still had a childish look on his face, but the war had left an indelible shadow in his once clear eyes. He licked his cracked lips nervously, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

He had just witnessed what a real war was a few days ago, but today he was already an experienced soldier: being able to survive the attack of the Tang army, in addition to luck, also proved that he had some talent.

"Calm down, soldier!" The squad leader sitting next to him scolded in a low voice, with a barely perceptible hint of fatigue and helplessness in his tone.

His name is Douglas, a veteran who had fought many battles in the war with the dwarves. His face was covered with frost and knife-like wrinkles, which were the medals left by the war. His deep eyes swept across the faces of each of his subordinates, and finally stopped at the new recruit beside him. He said in a deep voice: "Save your energy and wait for the opportunity. We have no way out. We must fight to the last moment to buy time for our compatriots!"

Hearing the captain's order, Eigler took a deep breath, trying to calm his nervous emotions, pressed his body tightly against the cold wall, and stared at the other end of the street.

A Type 96 main battle tank of the Tang Army rumbled over like a steel behemoth, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Its heavy tracks rolled over the ground, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound, like the approaching footsteps of the god of death, each one striking at the hearts of the elf soldiers.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Douglas' voice was deep and powerful, as if he was announcing a fight to the death. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the tank that was getting closer and closer, and raised the rifle in his hand slightly, pointing it at the steel monster.

The elf soldier closest to the tank suddenly stood up from the ravine on the side and threw a grenade at the moving tank: "Boom!"

The grenade exploded next to the tank. The shock wave generated by the explosion blew away the surrounding gravel and dust, forming a column of black smoke that rushed straight into the sky, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

However, the grenade did not cause any substantial damage to the tank. It just paused for a moment and then continued to move forward slowly. The heavy machine gun on the turret spewed out deadly flames, making holes in the surrounding buildings.

"Damn it! These damn bastards! If only there was another rocket launcher." Egle couldn't help but curse again. He stood up suddenly, aimed the rifle in his hand at the tank driver's position, and pulled the trigger hard.

No matter how well he aimed, his rifle couldn't penetrate the tank's armor, but it was the only thing he had. As he said, if he had a rocket launcher, he could at least break the tank's tracks and stop the enemy from moving forward.

Unfortunately, this was a luxury for them: the defenders of Roslina did not stockpile many anti-tank weapons such as rocket launchers, and most of these weapons were sent to the northern front after they were produced.

They were in great need of this kind of thing now, but the rocket launchers they produced temporarily were not enough to support their consumption in the battle. With their completely paralyzed logistics, even if they had rocket launchers, they could not be delivered to the front-line combat troops.

"Bang!" The bullet he fired, filled with the fury of revenge, hit the target accurately, but it could only leave a few faint white marks on the tank's thick armor, as if mocking the futility of the elf soldiers.

Not far away, a loudspeaker was repeatedly playing a recorded voice, which made Egor, who was helpless with the tank, even more irritated: "Give up resistance, elves! Your city has been occupied by us, your emperor has fled, you have no hope!"

Hearing these words, the elf soldiers who had already gone mad with killing in the battle clenched their fists in anger, wishing they could rush up and die together with the enemy.

But they also knew that what the other party said was true. They were now like wild animals trapped in a cage, waiting desperately for the judgment of fate.

At this moment, the Tang Army's Type 96 tank, which was rolling forward, suddenly stopped moving forward and began to reverse.

A group of elven soldiers who had just been struggling suddenly felt the pressure reduced, and their shaky positions seemed to be able to be held again.

But then they knew why the tanks of the Tang Empire suddenly began to retreat, because there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and several thunder attack aircraft of the Tang army whizzed past. They lowered their altitude and used the laser-guided bombs mounted under their wings to lock onto the dilapidated house where the elf team was hiding.

"No! Hide! Get down!" Douglas' face changed drastically and he shouted loudly. He threw a soldier beside him to the ground. However, it was too late.

"boom!"

A laser-guided bomb hit the target accurately. The huge explosion was deafening, and flames shot up into the sky, engulfing the entire house.

When the smoke cleared, there was only a huge crater and several mutilated bodies left... Douglas felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was blown away by the shock wave of the bomb and fell heavily into a pile of rubble. The soldier he was pinned down was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his vision was blurry, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but to no avail.

"Platoon leader! Platoon leader!" A faint voice came from his ear. Douglas barely opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure standing beside him.

It's Egor, he's still alive!

"Go! Don't worry about me!" Douglas roared with his last bit of strength. He knew that the Tang army's attack would not stop and staying here would only be a waste of life.

Agler didn't hear what Douglas was shouting, his ears were full of buzzing. But he saw the blood on Douglas' body and the horrible wounds. So he hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth, put down the dying Douglas, and turned to run to the other end of the street.

When he looked back again, he saw the Tang Army tank that had just retreated had come back again, this time with an infantry fighting vehicle following behind it. The Tang Army soldiers wearing yellow-green camouflage also appeared on the ruins.

Aigle ran like crazy, the gunfire of Tang Jun continued to ring behind him. He didn't know how long he had been running, nor where he was going. He only knew that he had to survive, for the sake of his dead comrades.

"Swish, swish, swish!" A volley of bullets whizzed past Egel's ears and hit the wall beside him, splashing up a shower of gravel.

Egor was so frightened that he quickly hid behind a broken wall, his heart pounding. He stuck his head out and carefully looked around, and found that he had run into a narrow alley.

The alley was empty, with only gravel and rubble on the ground, and the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air. Aigle took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He had to find his troops as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to hide around in this fallen city like a stray dog, and eventually be caught or killed by the Tang army.

In his opinion, humans are not good people and will definitely kill the elves. This is his perception, and it is also the propaganda of the elves before. He dare not try to surrender, so he can only hide here and there.

He walked forward along the alley, taking every step carefully. He didn't want to be discovered and killed by the Tang army, nor did he want to be killed by friendly soldiers who were afraid of enemies. So he had to be cautious and try to make sure no one was aiming at his head at the next intersection.

After walking for about ten minutes, he came to a corner. He stuck his head out and looked around, and found that there was a wider street ahead.

Sporadic battles could still be seen on the streets, with the Elf soldiers and Tang soldiers exchanging fierce fire among the ruins, with gunshots and explosions coming one after another. Aigle did not dare to stay for long, he bent over, quickly crossed the street, and hid in a yard.

"Shh! Don't make any noise!" a voice came from the side.

"Who!" Egle was startled. He quickly raised the rifle in his hand and pointed it in the direction where the sound came from.

"Don't be nervous, we're one of us! Move the gun away, damn it!" An elf walked out from the shadows. He was wearing a dusty iron-gray military uniform, his face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and he held an MP40 submachine gun in his hand.

"Which unit are you from?" After taking a look at the embarrassed Egor, the elf with the rank of squad leader asked.

"I'm from the 2nd Platoon of the rd Company," Aigle replied. "My name is Aigle."

"I'm from the 1st Platoon of the st Company, acting platoon leader." The elf soldier said, "My name is Kaleb. Aren't you supposed to be Douglas's man? Where's he?"

"Yes," Aigle nodded: "He... in the bombing just now..."

Egole didn't say anything else, but Kaleb understood what he meant. He patted Egole on the shoulder and comforted him, "I understand. It seems like it wasn't easy for you to get here."

"We still have seven or eight people here..." After a pause, Kaleb said, "We plan to go to the school behind. That's the defense line of the Second Regiment. Maybe they have some extra ammunition. Would you like to join us?"

Kaleb's words were full of recruiting intentions. In such a chaotic street fight, it was always a good thing to have an old soldier in the team. Even if this person could only run away, he would be more useful than a novice recruit.

"Of course, I'll go with you." Egle said without hesitation. He had to follow such a team now, which could greatly increase his chances of survival and also prevent him from being accidentally shot by his companions. He had no time to grieve for Douglas, he had to cheer up and continue to live.

"How much ammunition do you have left?" Kaelb asked the other elf soldiers in the yard. It was then that Egole realized that there were already several elf soldiers standing around him. They were all in a mess, covered in blood and dirt.

"There are not many left. When will the supplies arrive?" An elven soldier answered with a frown. He shook the rifle in his hand. Now he only had a few bullets left in the chamber.

"There are no supplies at all, and there are no new orders from the headquarters." Kelb walked helplessly to the middle of the team. He was obviously the commander of these people. "I sent someone to ask in the morning. They told us to hold our position and not retreat. They didn't say anything else."

"We need to give us ammunition." The elf soldier complained, "Without ammunition, how can we hold our ground?"

"Like I said just now, if nothing works, why don't we go and have a look at the school behind. Isn't that the Second Regiment's defense line over there? Maybe they have some extra ammunition..." Kelb suggested.

"Okay, let's go now!" Several people nodded, then looked at Aigle and asked, "Boss? This kid is going with us too?"

"Yes!" Kaleb walked in front, and Egor, who quickly followed him, introduced himself: "My name is Egor, from the third company."

"Don't die..." "Welcome to join..." "You look silly..." "Do you have anything to eat?" Several voices came at the same time, and no one seemed to expect any response. The newly formed team immediately set off and headed towards the school that no longer had any students.