Chapter 635 Life and Death

The battalion commander cut the target with a sword. A puppet soldier's head flew far away, and his whole body fell like a broken puppet. Immediately after him, a puppet soldier's long gun stabbed him in front of him and pierced his skin in an instant.

When he found that he could not dodge, he tilted slightly to the left, and the puppet's long gun directly pierced his shoulder. Although it pierced his shoulder, he was not small, and he was immediately taken to the ground by inertia, and the hot pain spread from the wound to his mind.

The puppet pulled out a long sword from the body beside him and rushed to the injured human battalion commander. It seemed that he was determined to get it. However, another human soldier came from the side and cut off the head of the puppet soldier who had no time to react.

Before the battle was over, the bitter howling of the shells cutting through the sky sounded, and everyone coincidentally lay on the ground and quickly rolled into the trenches that had been blown into shallow pits.

"Boom!" With the explosion of the first magic cannonball, it immediately became a hell on earth. No one can tell whether it was the artillery of the Holy Sword Empire pouring ammunition or the artillery of the Sofia Empire firing with all their strength. In short, it became the target of this shooting.

Holding his head tightly and allowing dust and dirt to splash on his body, only two words kept emerging in the minds of all those who still had thoughts: "Bastard!" They cursed in their hearts and prayed that the gunners would die quickly - no matter what kind of idiot they were.

The shelling soon stopped. This obviously aimless attack is completely a habitual test, and may also be caused by coordinate misjudgment. Often this kind of attack only lasts for a short time.

In a word, the shelling stopped, people slowly got up from the ground, their ears were still buzzing, the wreckage of the puppets around them were still struggling, and more broken arms were motionless, as if they had been placed there since the last century.

"Is everyone all right?" As if it was not his own words, the distorted tone of the sentence in his ears was even a little strange to the second lieutenant himself: "Be careful of the puppet on the ground! Check their bodies! Wick! Count casualties! Wick! Wick! ...Mart! You come to count!"

Wick was found a few minutes later, leaving a head and half a body.

Nineteen soldiers were scattered on the position. They were responsible for guarding a 70-meter-long defense line. Some people looked for cigarettes from the body, and some people lined up the intact crossbows discarded on the position and filled them with feather arrows waiting for their opponents to rush up.

A magic guide gun and the last shell are the high-level goods found by more than a dozen of them in the position. If they are accurate enough, they can reimburse at least 20 puppet soldiers.

Before the puppet launched a new round of attacks, the battalion commander was killed due to excessive blood loss. The current highest officer of the whole position is the trainee of the regiment, a second lieutenant.

"sor! The enemy is attacking! About 100 puppets! There is also a self-propelled gun!" A soldier shouted loudly, and everyone poked their heads out and looked at the dense enemy in the distance.

In the center of the puppet force, a huge self-propelled gun slowly pushed forward, looking majestic and domineering.

"Mart! Take two people and go around there! Knock down as many puppets as possible with crossbows!" The second lieutenant looked at the terrain and said that at least he was also a student of Romer Army College. He learned a lot of combat knowledge, and now he has experienced a life-and-death battle and matured a lot.

Several other soldiers took the initiative to attack the puppet with crossbow arrows, because the distance was not far away, and many puppets were hit in the head and fell down.

Because of the attack of Matt and others on the flank, many puppet soldiers were easily killed. After about 20 puppets fell, the four-legged self-propelled gun painted with a huge Sophia flag stopped and slowly began to turn.

"Mart! Move now! You have been found!" The second lieutenant poked his head and shouted. Before his words landed, a feather arrow flew over his scalp. Several soldiers of the puppet army were also fighting back with crossbows. Although the head was almost accurate, it was not useless.

With a loud noise, the puppet's four-legged self-propelled gun opened fire, and Matt and several others's trenches were hit at close range, emitting a black smoke, and then there was no sound.

"Aim while it stops! Open fire!" The second lieutenant ordered loudly. The two infantrymen beside him adjusted the angle of the mortar, and then threw the only magic cannon into the barrel.

"Oh." With a muffled sound, the mortar trembled, and the shell exploded in the puppet, overturning more than a dozen puppets, but did not hit the four-legged self-propelled gun. In the smoke, the huge guy began to turn slowly and drove towards their position.

It's over, and everyone's heart has said that their only weapon that can deal with self-propelled guns has been used up. Now even if they can kill the puppet infantry, they can't deal with that huge thing. What's more, that thing can fire at any time to help the puppet soldiers clean up human beings.

Looking at the approaching puppet soldiers and four-legged self-propelled guns, the human soldiers nervously clenched the hilt and the barrel of the gun in their hands. Now it is too late for them to escape and can only bravely become martyrs.

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, setting off huge dust, and the air waves made everyone narrow their eyes coincidentally.

The smoke dissipated, and people saw the dense puppet soldiers rushing up not far away falling to the ground, and the remaining dozen have broken arms and legs on the ground and struggling.

The huge four-legged self-propelled magic gun was paralyzed on the ground, and only one leg was still attached to the body. The fragmentary parts were scattered on the ground, motionless with thick smoke, and completely became a pile of scrap iron.

Looking up, a big white bird has flown far away, where it flew back to the human position after a change of line. The handsome action made the already desperate people cheer: "It's a bald eagle! Our air force! Hey!"

"Holy Sword Empire!" A soldier raised his right hand and cheered loudly to the white-headed eagle knight who passed through the sky.

After a while, two tanks and an armored vehicle came from the rear with a company of soldiers, which seemed to be a reserve for changing defense. They had trucks with mortars on them, and some people set up radio equipment not far from the rear.

And the two ends of the turrets of the two tanks are painted with a fist full of rivets, and the dark barrel is painted with a white circle representing the record. The length of the barrel is obviously the most new heavy tank.