Emperor's Bane

Chapter 48
Rubbing his fingers, Sergeant Latobis worked hard to level the stiff nails and bones as he reloaded his automatic gun.

Then the sergeant lifted the battered weapon in his hand and leaned it against his face. It felt like a frozen iron pipe was stuffed into his clothes, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. .

He stood up, stepped on the ammunition box, and stuck his head and muzzle out of the trench. He didn't even need to aim, he found his next target: because the enemies that needed to be killed and sniped were everywhere.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Latobis pulled the trigger, firing sporadically at first, but soon turned into continuous pouring, because the scene in front of him made Latobis feel frightened involuntarily, and he could only crazily pour fire into his hands. That kind of deadly steel projectile can be slightly relieved.

The automatic gun spit out flames continuously, and the crazy recoil force kept hitting the sergeant's face, making his teeth feel like being pulled out. The worst copper shells fell to the ground with violent gunshots, scattered everywhere. It's full of trenches.

The sergeant's gun is not such a delicate and durable weapon. Whenever it fires a bullet, it will be accompanied by the loudest and harshest sound. Tested weapons do not blow the barrel from being fired for long periods of time.

But Latobis couldn't hear it anymore, even though the gun in his hand was trembling crazily telling him how violent the sound was, he couldn't hear it anymore, his ears were already bleeding, and his surroundings It is tens or even hundreds of times the rumbling sound.

This is a real trench, not the small dirt trench that Latobis was stationed before. This trench is more than two meters deep, fixed with piles of sandbags, and surrounded by circles of barbed wire And mines, criss-crossing, like a spider lying on the ground.

More than [-] soldiers are standing firm in this huge war grave. They are holding the most outdated guns and bombs in the entire empire. They either stick their heads out of the sandbags and fire at any cost, or toss back and forth on the muddy land in the trenches. , carrying ammunition, or to support those places where the situation is worse, at their feet are crumbling gutters and empty ammunition boxes.

In the very center of the trench, there is an unorganized artillery position, and several concrete machine gun bunkers, which are constantly pouring out flames. They are the core of this trench that spreads for more than ten kilometers. It is also the reason why these thousands of people can survive.

Latobis patted his ears, but he still couldn't hear anything: it was too noisy around him, it was too noisy, thousands of guns were firing at the same time, dozens of artillery roared together, and it was a blast. Thousands of soldiers or cannon fodder who are not fighters are roaring, wailing, cursing, crying, struggling, and vomiting at the top of their lungs...

This trench is resisting, just like this burning world, it roared and paid a price: because there was no time to clean it up, dead bodies can be seen everywhere on the wet and muddy land, some are just missing arms and legs, Some had lost their heads, and the sizzling blood flowed freely, dyeing the entire trench a foul-smelling, dull red.

After emptying the last bullet, Latobis retreated into the trench, his calves were weak and trembling uncontrollably, just like his arms, he wanted to wipe the sweat, but his hands I can't lift it up, I can only let the sweat flow into my eyes, bringing a tingling pain.

But even so, Latobis reached into the ammunition box on the side, counted the bullets numbly, and installed them one by one. All this was quiet and logical, and he couldn't even feel his arms Do these things as if he was just a bystander.

He wanted to take a deep breath, but he inhaled an indescribable stench: the stench of dead bodies, the urine of cowards, the stench of gunpowder, the stench of earth, and the indescribable smell of war in the air.

"Enemy attack!!"

Who knows who roared, as if being injected with the best adrenaline, Latobis almost jumped up and picked up his gun again.

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Latobis once thought that this trench was strong and noisy enough. After all, what else could he ask for: There are more than 5000 people here, with cannons, machine guns, and sufficient supplies. Stay here until you die of old age.

But it wasn't until the flames of war really came here that Latobis remembered something: before, in that world called Shana, they obviously had a larger army, more terrifying heavy artillery, and better fortifications, but they still Defeated, defeated.

That's why.

Because they are against 【Nature】.

And people, at least people like them, can never defeat [nature].

Ran Dan started to attack again, and Latobis could only hear a kind of horn blowing on the distant horizon, a kind of horn that made people feel oppressed and frightened inexplicably.

Then, there is the vibration.

What kind of vibration was that, as if a mountain was running, and as if thousands of bison were running wildly together, even the stones and bullet casings on the ground were jumping around because of this vibration, constantly There was a crackling sound.

Closer, closer.

"...Gulu..."

Latobis swallowed, he raised his gun, and through the scope, he could vaguely see a black wave sweeping towards him.

Ran Dan is here.

Ran Dan's attack is the mighty force of [nature], a black wave, a collapsing mountain, a terrible natural disaster that cannot be resisted one after another.

The first thing that came out was the screech, a terrible howl that pierced the sky. It was the sound gathered by the wailing of countless humans and unknown other creatures, tormenting everyone's eardrums over and over again: just This is enough to destroy the softest guys.

Then, Ran Dan's [Pioneer] appeared.

A ragged army appeared in the sight of all defenders, or it was not an army at all, but an out-and-out army of slaves: from one side of the sky to the other, there were all kinds of clothes in different clothes. Covered slaves, some of them are human beings, some even wear the same uniform as Latobis, and the rest are grotesque aliens with three legs, five eyes, six arms or more Organs that come out to function.

But one thing is the same: the expressions on their faces, the numbness and despair, are enough to make the bravest soldiers sweat unconsciously.

The Randan people don't know what technology they used, maybe some kind of witchcraft, or maybe some kind of poison, anyway, those profane aliens created something more terrible than death.

"Fire!"

I don't know who gave the order, maybe it was the officer who didn't know anyone, or maybe it was just a panicked soldier shouting indiscriminately, but the torrential gunshots quickly drowned out the voice.

All the soldiers are firing, all the soldiers are screaming, their saliva is constantly churning and evaporating in the hot air where the bullets fly. Only in this way can their fear and anxiety be relieved a little. In the very center of the camp, those cannons can't wait roared.

The barrage of steel is a ruthless crush. Among thousands of guns and cannons, those sad cannon fodder were torn to pieces and completely blown up. The only unfortunate people left continued to move forward numbly until It was only after arriving at the densely-covered landmines that he was able to be smashed to pieces.

Tens of thousands of cannon fodder were consumed in this way, and no one mourned for their deaths. When Latobis filled the magazine again, there were only a few twisted lumps left in front of his eyes: Those most unlucky guys actually escaped the redemption of bullets and artillery fire, and struggled to hit the barbed wire. Dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of living people and aliens rolled over and crowded each other in the barbed wire, and they were scarred Crimson or blood of various colors flowed out from his body, and it was glued together with the rotten meat that had already been hung on the barbed wire, making people unstoppable nausea.

Finally, Latobis raised his gun, and countless people around him were doing the same. With another burst of firing and salvo, the last struggle gradually stopped.

Latobias even thought he had done a good deed: he sent these guys to a quiet world while he suffered.

But at this moment, he heard the overwhelmed groans of the barbed wire: this well-arranged death trap has withstood two rounds of impact, and now, like the minefields in front, it has ushered in its own end.

And almost at the same time, Latobis heard the sound of the horn again.

This time, it seemed extra heavy.

Soon, another large army appeared on the skyline.

Latobis reloaded the magazine again, and he thought it would be another fight like before, but when those opponents appeared in his vision, he froze.

This is also an army of slaves mixed with fish and dragons, but unlike the previous sad ones, what appeared in front of Latobis this time was: a terrifying alien creature three to five meters tall, covered in scales; at least six The shape of the hand, holding six guns, and a daunting fang; and there are some strange-shaped guys floating in the upper part, they are also holding guns, nothing at first glance, but look carefully... …

His grandma's can fly!
At this moment, when he saw tens of thousands of these ghosts and monsters rushing towards his trench, Latobis had only one thought.

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Ruined.

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The trenches were breached.

Thousands of monsters flooded here, turning this fortification into the purest hell.

Those artillery positions have been silent since the flying aliens rushed in, only a creepy creaking sound.

The machine gun forts made of concrete and steel lasted the longest, until a group of particularly crazy guys sprang out from among the slaves. The flamethrowers in their hands were like death gods, making one after another fortress become a massacre. Fiery tombs of fire and howling.

Latobis ran wildly in the trench, still holding the gun tightly in his hand, running in panic like a mouse with no direction or target, and screams and screams resounding through the sky came from behind him. Roaring, so that he dare not look back.

He turned corner after corner, collided with countless fellows, and lost his helmet in the confusion as the crowd stomped on those unfortunate enough to fall, the last pack of ammo at his waist I don't know when it disappeared.

But he still held on to the gun.

"Here! Latobias! Here!"

He heard someone calling himself, and then turned his head, only to see Tigray standing on the edge of the trench waving to him: the second lieutenant's coat had been thrown away, and his military uniform was also covered by something. A big opening was torn open, and even the innermost dark skin and chest hair could be seen.

It turns out that he can call his own name.

In the chaos, the first thing that flashed in Latobis' mind was this emotion.

Almost exerting his last strength and courage, Latobis ran over, Tigray pulled him, and the two staggered out of the trench, covered in muddy water and foul-smelling blood.

"Run... run fast..."

Latobias could only hear this gasp.

They got up and ran recklessly, the cold air was inhaled into their lungs, it hurt like a knife cut, the stones hit the soles of their boots, and they could even hear the bones of their calf cracking, but they didn't Dare to stop.

I don't know how long they ran, maybe five kilometers, maybe ten kilometers, they rolled behind a rock, lay down on hands and feet, and couldn't run anymore.

For a few minutes they just panted, panting desperately.

"Second lieutenant... your letter..."

Latobis looked at Tigray's chest, and he saw the big torn hole where Tigray's treasured family letter was placed.

Tigray touched it immediately, then touched it again, then he rummaged through all the pockets, over and over again, and then he collapsed again, lowered his head, and only panted heavily.

"Maybe it's left there...it's okay...it's okay...it's better for the two of us to be alive."

"Wait a little longer and see if anyone comes out and joins us."

So they waited for a while, but they didn't find anyone. In the end, they decided to run away, and the two figures disappeared into the miserable cold night of Sabis 4.

Latobis turned his head and looked at his short-lived residence: it was completely on fire, and the orange-red flames spread all the way to the sky along with billowing thick smoke.

At this moment, Latobis had only one thought.

Been playing for so long, from Shana to here.

He still didn't know what those [Ran Dan] looked like.

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somewhere.

Several dark angels stood in an extremely dark room, with a map in the middle of them.

"In the D14 area, a line of defense has just been breached."

"Is there any loss?"

"It's just some mortals. After all, it's just an outer disposable line of defense. No one should come out."

The dark angel who was looking at the map nodded.

"understood."

"In any case, what we need to ensure is the smooth implementation of [the plan]."

Then, no one paid attention to this matter anymore.

(End of this chapter)