Chapter 326 The Battle of the Stark Line

The rumble of cannons began to make noise early in the morning, and flocks of birds were awakened from the distant forest. Countless tanks knocked down trees and appeared on the open field that had been cultivated like a field by magic cannons.

The human soldiers in black armor and holding high shields advanced slowly in the dense rain of orc arrows, shouting all kinds of slogans, accompanied by dull drums, waved the beckoning royal flag, and crushing towards the orc positions.

Behind the orc position, the huge stone throwing machine threw huge stones and landed in the dense crowd, rolling all the way and dragging out a long blood road. The face of the person pressing under the boulder was full of blood, spitting out heartbreaking screams of the internal organs, and there was no sound in one breath.

From time to time, someone fell down after being hit by a bow and arrow, and then was stepped over by his comrades behind to fill the gap he left behind. The wide shield, thick armor, and neat formation did not seem to prevent Death from harvesting fresh life here.

The tank moved forward slowly, covering the infantry behind as much as possible with a thick steel body. From time to time, it was overturned by the Bimon beast jumping from the pit, but the track was still rotating.

Occasionally, a wolf knight rushed into the crowd, bit a poor man with a big mouth and threw it left and right. The blood was thrown into the distance like a raindrop, hitting the shield drop by drop.

"The rain of arrows is coming! Raise the magic shield!" In different phalanxes, the officers loudly ordered their soldiers to defend themselves, but even so, countless soldiers were unluckyly nailed to the ground and became a cold corpse.

No one knows what's going on around them. I can only see the black smoke rising in the distance through the gap between the front and the front shield in front; I can only mix the breathing of myself and my comrades-in-arms next to me, and hear the dull drums and the screams from time to time; I can only keep paying attention to the corpses under my feet. The body held high the shield in his hand and clenched the cold knife to prove that he was still alive.

I am just one of the thousands of soldiers of the Holy Sword Empire. I was ordered to come to this battlefield. I was ordered to move forward. Everyone here is like me.

Hunter, a good friend who was still beside him at the moment, had just been shot by a crossbow cannon, penetrated the shield, pierced his chest, spit blood and begged me not to leave him, but in a blink of an eye, he had no breath. He was stepped on his feet by the soldiers behind him and disappeared in an instant.

My long gun pierced the monster's arm and was thrown into the distance when it encountered the ambushed Bimon beast. Now the long knife was hurriedly found from the body beside it, because it is getting closer and closer to the orc's defense line, so it can't even have a decent weapon, right?

Before I had time to think about it, I found myself passing a tank that had been overturned to the ground. The body and turret of the tank had collapsed and twisted. The cracks of the tank car were dripping with bright red **, which was sticky enough to pull up in a straight line. It seemed that it was no longer warm.

There were several infantry under the cold iron block, pressed down with desperate and unwilling faces. Their dull eyes proved that they were separated from the passing soldiers.

Blood gathered together, which seems to make the soft soil muddy, and every step forward must take great courage and perseverance. Back? That requires more than courage and perseverance.

I'm fucking X! I don't know if the wall of Onyx is enough! What if there is no place when it comes to my name? I don't know why such a nonsensical sad question came to my mind.

The cannonball of the magic cannon flew over my head, making a sad howl that cut through the sky, and disappeared out of sight with heat and violence. The tragic explosion could be faintly heard. The earth seemed to be trembling, and the wind seemed to be burning on my face.

Bypassing the wreckage of the tank, I saw the bodies of two Bimeng giant beasts stacked together. The bodies were already cold, but the various scars faintly visible on them were shocking. How unbearable should the pain before their death be? The sword was stabbed, and the crossbow gun on the armored car was penetrated.

In fact, these scars are not enough to be fatal. What really took the lives of the two giant beasts was the two charred holes in the huge body, which were obviously scars caused by other tanks. The shells of the tank penetrated them and exploded not far away, completely turning the two monsters into immovable corpses.

Bypassing the corpses of the two Bimeng giant beasts, I held my shield high and continued to move forward. I don't know how far I have advanced. I don't know how many orcs and human corpses I have crossed. Suddenly, I saw a deep pit full of Tribulus and wooden stakes. This must be the orc's Stark defense line, right?

Before I had time to think about it, I jumped into the deep pit with the soldiers around me, and then found that many tall orc soldiers were waving strange weapons full of rust and slashing at my comrades-in-arms. I instinctively grabbed the shield, held up a long knife, and rushed to the nearest orc soldiers.

He blocked the fierce force of the orc warrior for his comrades-in-arms. The tiger's mouth with the shield was numb. Regardless of the deformed shield, the long knife slammed into the orc's face. The teammates beside him also stabbed the orc soldier's chest with spears. They had no armor and were not difficult to kill.

I gasped and continued to look for the next target. I heard continuous screams and sad sounds in the messy deep pit. The helmet had long been gone. Maybe it was lost when I jumped down the deep pit. Maybe the orc warrior just cut it away with a knife. These are not important. What matters is that another orc warrior rushed over. .

Damn, the shield in my hand is broken, and I forgot that the power of the orc broke my shield and twisted my left hand.

Hey! That's my long knife! Well, that's my hand! That's my body! But why is my head here? The orc ran to my comrade-in-arms covered in blood. Come back! Our duel is not over yet! I'm still conscious! Bastard! Come back!

Who? Who is calling me? Who is calling me? Why are you so sleepy? You can't fall asleep on the battlefield! Consciousness is a little blurred. I don't want to die yet! Mom! I want to go home! Why am I so unlucky? If only my shield were still there! Ava, I love you! Ka... Carl, my... son.

The last scene I saw was that my comrades-in-arms cut the orc warrior in front of me into pieces with sharp spears and swords. That guy was really ugly and made an unpleasant cry when he was dying...

"I will defend the Holy Sword Empire to the death and be willing to shed the last drop of blood for His Majesty St. Rudolph! I would like to take this oath as proof that I will die!" That year, my hand pressed on the flag of the sword vine and said so. It turns out that death is also a very comfortable thing.