"Boom, boom, boom..."
Accompanied by a sound like a heavy object falling to the ground, several giant beasts with a height of more than ten meters and covered with thick alloy armor moved forward leisurely. Their sharp fangs that should have been shining with cold light appeared on the ground at this time. The blood of the enemy has been dyed with a unique red and green color. The firefights, screams and the sound of stamping and chewing flesh from the surrounding battlefields from time to time frightened the soldiers of the Qin Empire who had not given up resistance.
The enhanced audio-visual organs and bio-radar directly connected to the nervous system give these bloodthirsty beasts extremely excellent target acquisition capabilities, resulting in that even on the chaotic battlefield, as long as the instructions from the scientists from the rear do not go wrong, these possessors A simple, intelligent and agile behemoth can exert a combat effectiveness that is no less than that of an armored corps.
Seeing that the giant beast in the distance raised its huge head as if it had heard something, a Qien soldier who was responsible for observing the dynamics of the battlefield quickly retracted his exposed body back into the trench, standing or sitting next to him, his face full of expression. The numb companions shook their heads slightly and used tactical gestures to indicate that they were surrounded by the enemy's terrifying biological weapons and now was by no means the best time to break out.
After confirming that the behemoths had drifted away in the heavy footsteps, the only remaining officer of the surviving team, an Imperial Army centurion who had come to support from the Central Planet, sighed softly and looked helplessly at the energy in his hand. The laser rifle, which is about to run out of energy, uses an external knob to reduce the firing power of the firearm by half in exchange for sufficient battery life.
When the surrounding soldiers saw their commander doing this, they also followed suit and adjusted the only remaining weapons in their hands - the centurion was not their real direct commander. In fact, even this group of soldiers numbered less than twenty people. The teams gradually gathered from all over the battlefield.
Based on the confusing and grammatical numbers spoken by the soldiers, the centurion, who knew a little bit about the Krohoka battle due to his knowledge and position, easily judged that the "strong" defense line that the empire had finally established had been completely torn apart by humans. Broken, these retreating soldiers who should have been stationed dozens or hundreds of kilometers away are the best proof.
The centurion took one last glance at the cowering outer ring soldiers in the trenches, and felt a mixed feeling in his heart - Army centurion is not a commendable title, but it is enough for him to have a well-trained and well-equipped army. The imperial colonial army company, each one of them is ten times better than the outer ring militia in front of them who have completely lost their will to fight.
It is a pity that in the violent human offensive, whether it is a company of a hundred people or a regiment of ten thousand people, they are just chess pieces that can be consumed at will. When the iron hooves of the war beast trample back and forth on the heads of our own soldiers, the smelly corrosive saliva will kill a positive soldier. When the captain of ten who reported the battle situation melted into an inhuman shape with his armor, he still chose to retreat or escape as expected.
It seems that there is no difference between myself and the militiamen recruited randomly from these remote areas. The only difference is that my background is slightly better.
The centurion, who had spent several days with the defeated soldiers, now deeply realized that war is by no means synonymous with blood and honor in propaganda slogans and images. Today, he and the trembling lower-level soldiers around him are the best proof.
No matter how the nobles and generals above them defeated the battle, the most they suffered in the end was that they were stripped of their titles and positions, and at the last they walked to the guillotine of the Imperial Law Enforcement Department with their own dignity and pride, while they were crawling on the front lines. Where's the unlucky guy? I'm afraid I'll be lucky if I can leave a few words and some belongings as a legacy to my family.
"Brothers, don't be discouraged! Looking at the map, if you retreat a few dozen kilometers, you will be the second line of defense. I dare say that by then we will all be personally received by the General!"
Just when the centurion was a little lost in thought due to his thoughts, a middle-aged benefactor in the team who seemed to have not completely lost his fighting spirit encouraged him in a deep voice: "Don't you want to return to your families alive? Humans are sending these people now. Beasts that can only bite people come to humiliate us, but I think they have forgotten that thousands of years ago our ancestors became the most powerful hunters in the galaxy with their bows, arrows and spears!"
"Come on, Zahani, you also said that it happened so many years ago."
The machine gunner who was responsible for maintaining the team's last heavy laser gun couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "And don't think about it carefully. Our ancestors used bows and arrows and spears, but their enemies didn't look like that. Now my whole body is covered with alloy armor that even lasers can’t burn through!”
"You! You are disturbing the morale of the army!"
"Stop arguing! Don't forget Nip. Without him, you wouldn't be able to keep this precious thing!"
Seeing that the middle-aged soldiers were about to become angry, the centurion quickly raised his hand to calm them down. The quarrels and attempts to persuade them also attracted the attention of the soldiers who were still debugging weapons in the trenches. Seeing that all the soldiers were looking at him expectantly, the centurion twisted his neck uncomfortably and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
"Our most serious problem now is not the lack of food and weapons, but how to survive these dozens of kilometers under the eyes of humans! Zahani is right, the Qien people are great hunters, maybe our minds and The physical body is far inferior to some extremely talented races, but the glory of the empire shines on thousands of star systems!"
"Are we smarter than the Mega Man of the Galactic Mechanics Guild? That's a group of geniuses who can use gears and levers to create artificial intelligence! Or do some of you think he can beat any Cole in a single fight? Azan people? Maybe it is possible, but his opponents have to be chosen from the group of infants and young children."
Perhaps it was the overly depressing battlefield atmosphere that inspired the centurion's speech talent. After a passionate speech that was humorous and rational but also emotional, he successfully mobilized the atmosphere in the entire trench and brought the former group to the forefront. Soon the still lifeless bereaved dogs turned into a group of less lifeless fleeing soldiers.
After all, just listening can't bring enough food, weapons and ammunition. You can't expect the biological weapons created by humans to spare their lives just because of this speech whose wording is enough to go down in history, right?
"Sir, you are from Central. You must be more knowledgeable than us, so I won't beat around the bush." A soldier who had been hiding in the corner from the beginning suddenly asked: "What do you think of a group like us?" What are the chances of a team that has no quality of support elements, no equipment, and not even a damn troop carrier, that can reach the second line of defense alive on its own legs."
Before the centurion could answer, he then asked: "Even if we really succeed, I'm afraid what we get is not the general's personal interview, but the deserter's execution document signed by the general, right?"
Although it was a bit hard to say, the centurion nodded with difficulty after lowering his head and thinking for a few seconds, agreeing with the other party's statement, and said that if they are working so hard now, what they will get in the end is probably just one person who will die in the hands of his own people. It's just a chance.
Seeing that the second batch of human alien troops may arrive at their location at any time, even though he was struggling in his heart, the centurion still chose to leave the decision-making power in the hands of every soldier.
It is up to you to decide whether to fight for that glimmer of life as a deserter, or to stay where you are and fight to the death, as a war dead to bring a pension that has been exploited to your family.
A few minutes later, the solemn centurion slowly left this simple trench with more than a dozen soldiers. The heavy laser gun missing from the team revealed who would use his own life to delay enough escape for the large army. time.
"Let's go, let's all go. In the end, we'll have to rely on us 'untouchables' from the outer ring to hold the line. It's really..."
The young machine gunner Nip held a tube of inhaled gas chemical addiction in his mouth. He carefully inserted the last heavy weapon-specific energy magazine into the slot with his hands that were trembling for some reason, and put his ear against the machine gun. On the surface, you can feel the temperature brought by the flow of energy and the low hum coming from the gun body.
"Haha, you brat, if it weren't for the sake of staying together, I would definitely give you a slap in the face now."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Nip smiled awkwardly - Zahani chose to stay with him, which really surprised him. After all, the other party had always talked about his family and affection, making it difficult for everyone to know who was the one. It looked like it was jumping out of the cracks in the rocks, which really made my young and energetic self a little impatient.
"Old guy, don't you have an elder and a younger one? Why are you still here? Your daughter and wife don't want you anymore?"
Although the machine gunner's suddenly serious tone became slightly weird due to his trembling body, Zahani's answer was as firm as before.
There was no sign. The words and phrases that were once so proficient, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times in his mind in advance, suddenly seemed to be stuck. At the last moment of life and death, Zahani chose to be as willing as him to stand firm until the end. The brave ones open their hearts and reveal their deepest secrets.
"they......"
The scales on the middle-aged Qien's face that had lost their luster due to age trembled violently due to the intense emotional struggle. Under the clear eyes of the machine gunner, he still told the truth.
"Actually, I don't have a family at all. I have a few girlfriends. My last girlfriend, who is also the wife in my story, sent me a message six months ago, saying that she gave birth to a daughter."
"Although I don't know if they are my biological children, even as a man, I must leave something to their mother and daughter..."
The machine gunner who heard this shook his head and sighed: "The situation is similar to what I guessed, so let's fight to the end for our pension!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded again, but this time it was accompanied by the sound of laser gun firing and the roar of the injured giant beast.
After a while, as the sound of fierce exchanges of fire gradually fell silent, the centurion, who had led the team a long way forward, looked back at the starting point of his trip, solemnly took off the emblem representing the military rank on his armor, and used its tip to Aiming in the direction of where his companions died in battle.
"Sir, let's go."
"Well, everyone, move on! At least, don't let them die worthless."
