1339th Small Village Fights Again

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"Are they crazy? In this case, they are still attacking desperately!" Outside Village 157, the troops commanded by Harold, who had not fought for more than a day, ushered in a new round of enemy attacks. .

The difference from last time is that this time the opponent seems to have invested hundreds of people and has a large reserve team.

The battle has entered a fierce stage from the very beginning, and Harold, who was already ready to attack, had to retreat to the 157th village defense line again.

"I don't know if they are crazy, but they are here to die! We can help them!" The sergeant next to Harold leaned on the bunker and shouted loudly.

"Cloud explosion bomb!" Not far from them, in a crater, a soldier who had just finished loading shouted loudly.

He raised the launcher, carried it on his shoulder, and pulled the trigger towards the distance. A stream of white smoke rushed directly into the distant wheat field, and then a deafening explosion rang out, followed by a whiff of white smoke. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

"Whoosh!" A flying sword rushed out of the white smoke and directly smashed into a low wall at the edge of the village. The huge force caused the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ilanhill Empire who were shooting behind the low wall to dodge one after another, and they were all ashamed.

A heavy armored personnel carrier started to fire wildly on the other side of the village, and the huge shell casings fell on the track one after another, hitting the soft soil and emitting white smoke.

And the tracer bullets became a net of fire, directly covering the attacking position of the white-clothed swordsman in the distance. There was blood mist everywhere, and there were sparks where gold and iron collided.

"Ammunition!" After throwing away the magazine on the assault rifle, a heavy armored grenadier pulled out a new magazine from his chest, inserted it into the body of the gun and pulled the bolt and shouted loudly.

He only has two magazines left, and if he continues to fight at such a high intensity, he will soon run out of ammunition.

Before the shout flew far, it was covered by a series of roaring rocket engines.

The officer crouching behind the bunker shrank his neck, and at the same time held down his comrade who was about to get up and fire: "Smart cluster rockets! Pay attention to concealment!"

Above his head, a series of white smoke quickly passed by, and the huge rockets suddenly disintegrated and scattered over the wheat field.

The densely packed smart ammunition inside it immediately scattered like a goddess scattering flowers, directly covering almost all the targets in the wheat field.

At a height of more than ten meters from the ground, these smart munitions suddenly exploded, cracking against the ground, and scattered steel ball fragments like raindrops.

In just a split second, the entire wheat field immediately became quiet after a crackling sound, without any movement.

"Whoosh!" After the silence, another flying sword rushed out of the wheat field and hit the outer wall of a crumbling house, leaving a hole the size of a washbasin in it.

In the wheat field, many swordsmen in white clothes jumped up again and rushed towards the nearby village.

This is the first attack? No one cared, because from the moment these people came here, the main theme here was a killing.

A wheeled armored vehicle smashed into the ruins behind it, and before the dust scattered, the hatch behind the armored vehicle quickly opened.

The battle puppet robot rushed out of the cockpit with supplies on its back, and carried the tin box full of ammunition to the designated location.

The third puppet had just walked a few meters away when it was pierced through the head by a flying sword. It fell powerlessly, and the ammunition box it was carrying fell far away.

"Your ammunition!" In "Hail of bullets", a puppet put down two ammunition boxes full of magazines, and unloaded a backpack from behind him. There are magic spar energy in the backpack, as well as grenades and two individual cloud bombs.

After putting down these supplies, the puppet soldier picked up the assault rifle hanging on his chest,

Aim at the distant target and pull the trigger.

In addition to being responsible for transporting supplies, it also has to cover the target to replenish ammunition, buy time for the main force, and destroy the enemy as much as possible.

He opened the ammunition box and hung a magazine on his chest. When the soldiers of the heavy armored grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire were ready to fight, the puppet robot that had been firing non-stop was hit by the flying sword. Turned into a heap of broken wreckage.

"Tug, chug!" Without even looking at the wreckage around him, the heavy armored grenadier picked up his assault rifle again, and crazily poured ammunition at the enemy in the distance.

A flying boat landed on the reverse slope of a small hill hundreds of meters away from the wheat field. The white-clothed swordsmen fully loaded on the flying boat rushed out of the cabin under the loud shout of the leading swordsman.

"Help me!" A wounded man lying on the open ground grabbed his colleague who was treating him with bloody hands, howling in pain.

More wounded were unconscious, their white clothes were covered with blood, some had no arms, some had no legs.

Many more people had many holes punched out of their bodies, and they lay there motionless. Only a few people were bandaged, and outside the temporary shed, there were still many corpses that could not be disposed of in time.

"Ah!" A white-clothed swordsman screamed hoarsely. His right leg was still connected to his body, but the wound was huge and deep enough to see the bone. Blood gushed out continuously, and even splashed on the people around him.

The white-clothed swordsmen who passed by the wounded were pale. Under the urging of the senior swordsmen, they crossed the small mound and rushed into the wheat field that could no longer be seen as a wheat field.

When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, their faces became even paler: This is not a battlefield, it is clearly hell!

Around the densely packed craters, there are white-clothed corpses whose original color can no longer be seen everywhere. These corpses spread all the way to the front of the small village with only ruined walls not far away. Among the corpses, there were still some embarrassed swordsmen fighting persistently.

The oncoming tracer bullets hit the flying sword of automatic defense, splashing sparks. The swordsmen, who were startled by the sudden attack, joined the battle in a daze.

Another battle erupted so abruptly. Behind these white-clothed swordsmen rushing towards Village No. 157 with shouts, a flying boat was hit by a missile just as it took off. horizon.

Farther away, on a mountain peak floating in the air, a huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky, and the surrounding clouds were blown away again, forming a spectacular white ring.