No Beast Girls on the Western Front

With his nerves stretched to the limit, Payne immediately aimed at the nearest shadow and pulled the trigger, and gunfire erupted along the second line of defense.

But after the gunshots rang out, all those figures fell to the ground without exception. Payne immediately realized something was wrong: "Damn it, we're surrounded by friendly forces!"

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Payne then sheepishly stopped, and soon more people reacted, their shouts gradually drowning out the gunfire.

"Cease fire! Stop the fucking fire!!"

"Who the hell gave you permission to fire?! You were shooting at friendly forces!!"

"Stop hitting him!!"

The people on the first line of defense were in a terrible situation. Not only were they driven out of the line and chased after by the enemy, but they also had to be beaten up by friendly forces who were unaware of the truth.

This has become a staple of battlefield entertainment...

Seeing that Payne and his men had finally realized what was happening, the retreating friendly troops scrambled into the trenches.

Some of them dragged the wounded soldiers back while cursing and swearing, while the rest of them found open spaces to fill in, and for a moment the battle line even seemed a bit crowded.

The enemy's attack this time was quite fierce; the first line of defense was breached so quickly.

Just as Payne finished muttering to himself, he saw the enemy troops close behind the retreating friendly forces and charging in. The machine guns twenty meters away immediately started firing in a rapid-fire barrage, and the rifles also banged in a cacophony of fire.

The artillery, quite sensibly, delivered intercepting fire, which landed on the heads of the charging enemy.

Although many figures fell in the fog, this difficulty was not enough for the enemy, and the charging formation continued to advance step by step.

Seeing this, Payne immediately put down his rifle, grabbed a grenade, pulled the detonator, and threw it forcefully.

They couldn't do anything until the enemy ran to within 30 meters of the trench.

Unfortunately, Payne's strength and throwing skills were not good, and he could only barely exceed thirty meters.

Payne could see figures in blue military uniforms and faces wearing pointed gas masks. They were Frenchmen who had rushed close and were clearly suffering heavy losses.

They fell in rows under machine gun fire, but some lucky ones managed to find a glimmer of hope by lying in the shell craters and launching an attack with rifles and grenades.

"Xiao En!! Hand grenade!!"

"Ah!...Yes!!"

Payne reached down, and the goat girl, who had been squatting in place and unable to stand up, finally came in handy, taking the grenade out of the wooden box, removing the protective cover, and handing it over.

While Payne was busy sending more defensive stick grenades to the enemy to demonstrate German hospitality, the French seemed to feel it would be impolite not to reciprocate, and generously returned the favor with an offensive egg-shaped grenade, which immediately warmed the hearts of the Germans:

A faint explosion rang out on the front line, and the rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire immediately ceased.

Immediately afterward, Payne felt as if a forest suddenly sprouted in front of him, where he saw the Frenchmen who had gotten up and started charging again after the machine guns had stopped firing—he simply couldn't understand how so many enemy soldiers, who had suffered such heavy losses, could still run to the trench.

But that's how it is anyway.

"Xiao En!! Get the shovel!!"

Chapter 39 XXXIX. Survival

That said, with the trenches so crowded, how are we supposed to fight? ...

Payne was also surprised that he had the energy to think about such things during such a tense time.

But as it turned out, his considerations were not superfluous.

After throwing the last grenade, a burly Frenchman rushed up to him, raised his gun high, and lunged at Payne with a leaping slash!

In that instant, Payne's adrenaline surged, and the enemy's movements seemed to slow down in his eyes. His extensive combat experience and keen combat awareness enabled him to make the right move immediately:

He suddenly dodged diagonally downwards, and the bayonet pierced the wooden planks that formed the trench wall; it wouldn't come out without considerable effort.

When the Frenchman jumped into the trench, he unfortunately stepped on Chauen and immediately lost his balance and fell down.

Payne, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by, and drew his dagger, aiming for his chest.

The man was too late to stop it and could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade pierced his chest. Then his body went limp and he could never get up again.

Payne ignored him, and just as he pulled out his pistol and turned around, he saw a French soldier charging at him with a dagger in hand.

Almost purely out of muscle memory, Payne drew his pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger. The French soldier immediately fell to the ground, landing in front of Shawn.

At this moment, Xiao En was so frightened that she couldn't even speak. She just stared with wide, terrified eyes, clutching the entrenching tool tightly to her chest, shrinking smaller and smaller, trying her best not to attract anyone's attention.

"Don't move! Stay here! Understand?!" After yelling at her, Payne refocused on the battle.

Not far away, a German soldier was about to climb out of the trench and run away, but a French soldier appeared behind him as if in a flash and stabbed him in the back with a bayonet.

The German soldier leaped to his feet, stretched out his arms, and shouted with his mouth wide open. He crawled and rolled along, the bayonet on his back trembling.

Since there was still some distance between them, Payne jogged over and emptied the French soldier's pistol magazine to stop his pursuit.

The opponent was also clever; he took cover in a bulletproof shelter when Payne fired, and only peeked out after the gunfire stopped, raising his rifle to fire at Payne.

Fortunately, his marksmanship wasn't great either; he only managed to hit the wooden crate next to Payne, sending up a bunch of sawdust.

Payne wanted to find cover to take some shelter, but when he saw the other man frantically pulling the bolt but couldn't budge it, he realized it was jammed. He made a quick decision, changing the magazine as he moved forward, intending to take the man out at close range.

The French soldier, of course, would not sit idly by and wait to die. Seeing that Payne's cooldown was about to end and that he had lost his bayonet, he decisively grabbed the rifle barrel and swung the gun at Payne like a baseball bat.

Payne instinctively raised his arm to block, and the butt of the gun smashed into the pistol, knocking it off.

Although he wasn't hit directly in the hand, Payne was still jolted by the immense force, wincing in pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he grabbed the rifle handle and kicked the man in the waist, knocking him to the ground.

However, because my arm was still hurting, I couldn't grip the gun handle and it slipped from my hand.

Before the other person could react, he lunged forward and ripped off his gas mask, revealing a goatee and a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Although the red in the air had faded considerably, Goatee, who hadn't had time to hold his breath, immediately started coughing violently, instinctively releasing his gun to cover his mouth and nose.

Payne quickly grabbed the gun again, but his opponent was a step too slow. After a fierce struggle, Payne won the tug-of-war.

The initiative had finally shifted to him. He grabbed the man with the goatee by the collar with one hand, and with the other gripping the rifle, he patiently and repeatedly tapped the man's face, like hammering nails, while muttering to himself:

“Forty forty forty forty…”

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Goatee tried to block Payne's attack with his hands, but blinded by the poison gas, he was almost powerless to resist. He was soon smashed until his face was bruised and swollen and his nose was bleeding profusely. He was about to lose consciousness.

But just then, Payne suddenly felt a thick arm grab his neck and lift him up—needless to say, he had been ambushed by the sixth brother.

A suffocating fear surged through him. Payne tried to violently roll forward and throw the guy over his shoulder, but the guy was tall and heavy, and this method failed.

By this time, the goatee who had been pinned to the ground and hammered by him had recovered. He struggled to sit up while reaching for a dagger at his waist, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Payne.

There seemed to be no turning back, and Payne appeared to be doomed.

But before Goatee could act, an explosion rang out, and a German soldier, mixed with a large amount of mud, suddenly fell into the trench, knocking Goatee to the ground again. Surprisingly, the German soldier was unharmed and immediately swung his entrenching tool at Goatee's face.

A spurt of blood gushed out like a fountain. After changing the opponent's condition from half-dead to a whole corpse, the German soldier immediately turned around, wanting to rescue Payne.

The situation seemed to have taken a turn for the better, but the next second, another shell came flying in, landing precisely in the trench and hitting the already dead French soldier, changing his condition from a whole corpse to flying everywhere, while changing the condition of the German soldier from intact to riddled with holes.

The blast wave propelled the German soldier into Payne's body, sending the two men and the corpse flying backward before they crashed heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for this German soldier shielding Pine, he would have been the one taking the shrapnel.

Brother, rest in peace.

If I survive, I will burn paper money for you.

Still reeling from the shock, Payne was planning the upcoming sacrificial ceremony when he felt as if he had been pinned to the ground by a bear and was once again subjected to a naked chokehold.

Again? !

With his eyes, which were gradually becoming bloodshot, he struggled to open them. Through his glasses, he searched for a glimmer of hope and soon discovered that just a few meters away, a gas mask with ram's horns was sitting not far away, watching this scene in horror.

Ah! Great! It's Xiao En! We're doomed now!

Clinging to a last glimmer of hope, Payne strained to signal to her through his glasses: Help! Help! Teammate, help!

Amazingly, even through the double-lens glasses, Xiao En could understand his gaze; even more amazingly, he could also understand the gaze Xiao En returned.

Oysters touching oysters! Duck eggs touching duck eggs!

...Damn it, which idiot sent sheep-like orcs to the battlefield...?

Payne rolled his eyes (he was being strangled to the point of suffocation), and was just about to die first when he was surprised to see at the last moment that Xiao En, who had been extremely hesitant, suddenly gave up and lay down on his stomach, closed his eyes, and charged forward on all fours with his horns facing the enemy, bleating loudly!

This sheep may be timid, but would it still have the courage to attack when it saw I was near death? ...

Payne was somewhat moved for a moment.

Although Xiao En's attack posed no danger to the enemy, and even made them want to laugh, at least she had her sights set.