Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

"Stop!" A soldier suddenly released the trigger and put his hand in front of his comrade.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and to their astonishment, they found the house completely empty except for the piled-up boxes and barrels and the corpses of their comrades in black military uniforms.

"Report, nobody's here."

"Okay, let's go inside and check."

Several men in black rushed in and stood around the door.

"Sir, the main hall is safe, but the inner room might be a bit troublesome."

A roar of jet engines, accompanied by the piano music of gunfire from the street, came from outside the window.

"Aha! Our helicopter has arrived!"

"Yes, now we can survive this battle."

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"Excuse me, is this your helicopter?" A questioning voice came from nearby.

"Yes! It's us..."

Wait a minute! These are all our brothers, we should say "ours," so who is this guy?

Oops! ! !

Suddenly realizing what was happening, the young man in black turned around quickly and saw a dark stick suddenly thrust towards his face.

Soon, as the group entered the room and were still looking ahead, they discovered that two of their teammates had been knocked down. A cabinet next to the door had been opened at some point, and now, a strange soldier wearing a green helmet was wielding a long, thin rocket launcher tube, aiming it at their heads!

The youngest member, standing closest, didn't even have time for his pupils to shrink before he was knocked down with a single blow. The second one, about to do something, was struck hard on the Adam's apple. The remaining three drew their daggers and charged. Green Hat, of course, didn't stand idly by. He held his rocket launcher horizontally and shoved the iron pipe towards the three. One pipe felled all three, and Green Hat immediately followed up with his knife, stabbing one of them in quick succession before swiftly drawing his pistol and delivering the finishing blows.

That's right, Jonathan had just taken down several more people and was about to take a deep breath when he noticed another black guy with a gun rushing in through the door!

Just as the man in black seemed about to fire, he threw the dagger in that direction, yelling as he crouched down and rolled toward a nearby table and chairs.

“Karl!—”

The man in black, who was about to fire, didn't hear what he shouted. The next second, a bookshelf next to him suddenly collapsed, pinning him underneath and leaving him unable to move. Lying on top of him was another soldier wearing a green helmet. He drew his pistol and finished off the unfortunate man beneath him.

"They're coming up, Carl! Proceed according to plan!"

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"Hello! Captain Joanna! A ghost owl is hovering over your head!"

Outside the window, the helicopter slowly turned its head to look at Sunderland, who was lying on the ground but still somewhat responsive.

"What are you doing! Why are you only arriving now?" A curse, choked with anger, came from the walkie-talkie inside the helicopter.

"Waaah! Now is not the time to get angry! This situation definitely requires us to do something, right?"

"Aim at that building up ahead! Chop those little brats all up!"

"Yes, ma'am! The party is about to begin..."

"Stop fucking fooling around! If you keep acting up, I'll use my grappling hook to smash you all into that building!"

"Forehead……"

The radio went silent for a moment, and soon, the chainsaw made of bullets under the helicopter's fuselage roared once more.

"That's more like it!" Joanna stared at the monitor in the cockpit, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Calling Lieutenant Taven! How's it going over there? Have you dealt with those little bastards causing trouble in that building yet?"

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No one replied!

"Hey! Lieutenant Taven! What's going on over there?!"

"Received!

"What's wrong, Lieutenant!"

"Captain! We're inside!" The call was interrupted, followed by a cacophony of shouts.

"These little brats are fighting us with their fists inside the house... We're running low on numbers! Quick! Open fire!"

"Don't be foolish! I'll make sure you all come out alive! Ghost Owl! Tamp down those bastards in front of you! Understand?"

Joanna's plane slowly got up, picked up the machine gun that had fallen to the side, and struggled to crawl toward an old car that was lying on the side of the road not far away.

He sat on the ground with his legs outstretched and his back against the car, while a light drizzle of bullets pelted his armor plating.

"Two UL rounds left..." she muttered to herself in the cockpit, pressing the buttons in front of her as she did so.

“Okay, that’s it…” Sunderland slowly raised the machine gun in his hand, aiming at the building where hand-to-hand combat was taking place.

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Inside the room, green and black military uniforms clattered together, and everyone was either huddled against the walls fighting or rolling on the floor wrestling. Compared to the gunpowder smell and roaring sounds outside the window, this place seemed like a war from another era.

There are no bullets flying out of the gun barrel, no spectacular explosions; this is humanity's most basic form of combat: fists! Feet! Knives!

Hey! Try this!

Facing the farthest wall directly opposite the entrance, Jonathan and a man dressed as an officer in black were locked in a tangled struggle, hand in hand and leg intertwined, pinned against the wall.

"Come on, little turtle! I'll show you what it means to beat up a man of the Knights!" the man in black roared at him, baring his teeth.

"Screw your knightly order! I don't know anything about it!" The sergeant's temper flared up. "I'm saying this one last time! Don't let them give me this bullshit!"

Several more moves passed.

"Yay! Let go, kid!"

"You have no right to order me around! Get lost!"

"Don't waste your energy! You can't win!" The face beneath the black helmet grew even more ferocious.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from underground, and the entire building hummed as if struck by a heavy hammer. The sergeant and the officer in front of them were clearly startled, but neither of them showed any intention of letting go of the other.

"Artillery fire is coming!"

The two could no longer contain themselves. Then, another loud bang followed, and the entire floor shook even more violently than before. It was as if the two were standing on a hillside, and all around them was the snow that was collapsing!

This time, both of them felt that the other's hand seemed to be trembling as it gradually loosened its grip!

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that not only had their hands loosened, but the floorboards beneath their feet had also begun to crumble!

"No!" The two of them, like trees submerged by a flood, began to slowly fall towards the wall.

With the sound of rubble cascading down, the floor began to tilt slowly, followed by a cracking sound. The walls and floorboards fell into the darkness, and the sergeant and the officer in black involuntarily flailed their arms and fell down together!

"Sergeant!—"

Section 17, Chapter 10, the capital "1"

"Medic! Where the hell is the medic?!"

"Ah! My leg!..."

"Watch out above! Take cover!..."

"Protect your head!..."

"NO!—"

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The hellish, inhuman screams and hysterical roars were almost drowned out by the sound of gunfire filling the sky.

The devastating sound waves, like the claws of a demon, crawled into the ears, dragging anyone still conscious back from the brink of heaven.

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But even if you return, you will find that this is another hell, a hell on earth filled with dust, flames, bloodshed, and nightmares, a hell that allows you to immerse yourself in the experience and recount what happened here to future generations—a hell on earth from which you can no longer escape.

The beach, riddled with bullet holes like a honeycomb, anti-tank obstacles like withered willows in the wind, a storm woven from bullets, howling meteors of artillery shells falling from the sky, and behind you, those soldiers who were shot, blown up, or drowned, the waves stained red with blood, relentlessly pounding against the blank, innocent faces of children looking up at the sky...

Your life and the lives of others are like a withered leaf on a rope; who will be the one taken away by the breeze of death without warning?

Nowhere else will you find such a scene, one that will shatter your spirit and haunt your dreams, a scene so terrifying it will awaken you from your nightmares like the gates of purgatory…

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The time you are in is June 6, 1944...

You are currently at Omaha Beach in Normandy, France...

Strictly speaking, however, what follows is not the bloody scene in Omaha, but rather 8 kilometers to its west, at another key point—the thorn wedged into the sea, Point Ok.

"Hey! Captain! He's awake! Corporal Campbell is awake!"

Slowly, I opened my eyes. A man in a US military uniform was squatting in front of me, looking around and calling out something.

"Are you alright, Jonathan?" The man grabbed him and helped him sit up.

Looking up, ropes clung pitifully to the sea cliffs like willow branches, and groups of soldiers in green uniforms were doing their best, carrying their gear, and taking one step at a time as they approached the summit.

Their mission was to seize the coastal artillery on Cape Ok, which, according to reconnaissance intelligence, was hindering Allied destroyers and heavy fire support from nearby sea. Once these cannons were taken out, there would be far fewer gravestones burying the martyrs of Omaha.

"Where the hell am I...?" Jonathan rubbed his head as he tried to pick up his helmet that had fallen to the side.

"Are you alright, Corporal?" A military officer dressed similarly to him squatted down and stared at him with a serious expression.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy..." The sound of gunfire didn't immediately get him excited. He swayed, supporting himself with his left hand on the ground, and gasped for breath.

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“Alright, Corporal, look at me.” The officer reached out and grabbed Jonathan’s chin, pulling him toward his face.

"You were on the rope when a child fell and hit you. Get back up there right now, your sergeant is waiting for you up there!"

"Yes, sir..." The corporal scrambled to his feet and headed toward the rope.

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oh!--

He stumbled and fell onto the beach again.

"Come on, young man!" the officer's shout came again. "You won't get a medic if you just lie here!"

"I'm sorry, sir! I...I'm a little dizzy...I..."