1550 Flying Swords in the Trenches of World War II
In the trench, an Ellan Hill Empire clone grenadier inserted a magazine into the electromagnetic rifle, then poked his head out and pointed the muzzle at a distant target.
"Tug, chug!" He pulled the trigger, fired a volley of bullets, and knocked back a sweeper who was poking around.
The other party was suppressed by the violent shooting, and he was not an idiot. He retracted his head and disappeared. There is a small reverse slope over there, and it is estimated that there are already many sweeper soldiers behind.
"Coordinates 7-9, single-shot suppression!" Seeing that the opponent shrank back to a place that he couldn't hit, the grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire called for artillery support loudly.
His communicator can directly contact the mortar artillery of the company behind him, which can be regarded as a kind of timely communication on the battlefield.
Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, behind the hillside over there, a deafening explosion kicked up the earth that soared into the sky.
The power of the shells fired by the 120mm caliber mortar is really beyond imagination, and it is not a boast to demolish buildings with one shot. The soil kicked up by this cannon flew to the sky more than ten meters high, and the dust raised up did not disperse for a long time.
The grenadier hiding in the trench sticks out his weapon, and the camera on the side of the weapon helps him easily see the situation on the battlefield.
The opponent's position was still submerged in a cloud of smoke, so he poked his head out and used the main sight in front of him to look for possible targets in the smoke.
In the next second, a sweeper poked out his own weapon to attack the opponent from the smoke. His arm was aimed at the position of the Alan Hill Empire, and a mass of black energy flew directly to the trenches of the Alan Hill Empire. Behind, fell in a forest.
"Boom!" The explosion also kicked up the soaring soil, which fell on the soldiers of the Aiole Nasir Empire in the trench.
"Tug!" The Ellandhill Empire Grenadier, who was aiming at that position, pulled the trigger, and the sweeper in the distance fell down in response.
In fact, the guards are also summing up their combat experience. Judging from the experience they have summed up in about ten days of continuous attack, the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire is clearly divided into priorities.
The main line of defense is usually guarded by soldiers wearing solid armor, the combat effectiveness is very strong, and the firepower is even stronger.
The secondary line of defense is that some mana puppets who are obviously less responsive are defending, and their combat effectiveness is relatively weak, which is an area that is easy to attack.
Therefore, the watchmen are changing their tactics recently. They concentrate their forces to attack the main defense line of the Alan Hill Empire, because once the defenders on the main defense line collapse, the secondary defense lines on the two wings will completely collapse.
This kind of focused attack has made the battle between the two sides near some main defense lines extremely fierce, even to the point of white-hot.
In many cases, the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire have just been wiped out, and the guards have not had time to eat the corpses and destroy the fortifications, and the Alan Hill Empire's counterattack will come.
With such ferocious battles, losses on both sides have also skyrocketed, thousands of soldiers are killed every day, and the corpses of the watchmen who are constantly disappearing in front of the position have never really disappeared.
"Didn't they fight all night yesterday? Why haven't they had a good rest?" After killing the target in the distance, the clone grenadier poured ammunition at the sweepers who had just emerged,
Asked while shooting.
"I don't know either!" The companion in a strange costume shouted, answering amid the sound of the sweeper's attack and explosion.
This man's attire is really post-modernist: he is wearing a dirty, broken white sword robe underneath, and the original embroidery pattern and style can hardly be seen.
On the outside of the clothes that were broken and covered with mud and blood, there was also a tactical vest commonly equipped by the light infantry of the Ireland Hill Empire.
The outside of the tactical vest is a thick bulletproof plate, and there are several grenades hanging on the outside of the plate. There was a communicator on the shoulder of the tactical vest, which was connected to the earphones and plugged into the man's ears.
On the back of the tactical vest, there is a long sword with a simple shape on his back. This long sword is fixed behind his back with a modified gun belt.
Where the sword was originally worn at the waist, the man was wearing an armed belt with a holster hanging on it, and a pistol was stuck in the holster impressively.
"It's a pity! If this scene can be broadcast live, they will definitely regard me as a hero!" The man complained regretfully while wrapping a cloth strip around his wrist, which was scratched by the flying gravel.
"You should be lucky! I'm glad I threw you down just now! Otherwise, what you need most now are blood bags and soul potions!" The young clone grenadier complained while firing towards the opposite side.
"Thank you! I'll buy you a drink when I go back!" The man smiled, showing his yellow teeth: "Jiuyou is definitely a good place, outstanding people!"
"Fart's outstanding people! That shitty place is so expensive to visit." The grenadier continued to complain dismissively: "You think I don't read the news? Last time you all went to the hot spots, that's a shame."
"Hey! You even know about this?" The male swordsman from Jiuyou grinned and laughed again, as if he didn't care about being complained about his hometown.
They were sent thousands of miles away to Jiuyou, and just after building a new world of swordsmen there, they had to face another invasion of foreign enemies.
Even, everyone has no sense of belonging yet, so they left their hometown again and started this interstellar journey.
As a swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he came to Higgs 5 just like this, and stood at the forefront of the entire war.
I don't know whether it was his reckless self-deprecating, or being amused by the mocking of the clone soldiers who are destined to have no vacation and no possibility of travel. He continued to grin and said with a smile: "The news has exposed this as a typical example. Yes, the Tourism Bureau named and criticized."
The clone grenadier, who was impossible to travel at all, nodded, "That's right! You guys are so ruthless! 2,000 gold coins are a souvenir, but it turned out to be an ordinary stone carving..."
"Tug, tug!" He pulled the trigger and fired, knocking down a sweeper who rushed up from a distance. One of the opponent's arms was severed by the bullets fired by the electromagnetic rifle, and he flew far away with blood.
"Destroyer!" Just as the two of them were chatting while fighting, a trembling voice came from the headset.
Looking in the direction from the noise-cancelling headphones, they saw a Destroyer tank, braving the hail of bullets fired by the soldiers of the Ireland Hill Empire, quickly climbing up the reverse slope, revealing the Thick and long barrel.
The Alan Hill Empire captured a seriously injured sweeper before, and this captive brought a lot of enemy intelligence that the Alan Hill Empire wanted to know to the high level of the Alan Hill Empire.
Although this information can't be said to be very important, at least it can be regarded as a real understanding of his opponents - the group of powerful races who claim to be guardians.
The other party didn't seem to care about the information, and was even willing to cooperate and reveal some things that the Alan Hill Empire was interested in.
Just like the telegram declaring war that the other party sent to the Alan Hill Empire before, the prisoner explained the name of his own troops, and even briefly introduced them.
It was not until a few days ago that the Alan Hill Empire really grasped the composition of the Watchers' troops, knew the correct names of many arms, and issued these names to all the troops participating in the war.
Compared with the complicated troops and arms of the Alan Hill Empire, it can be said that there are not many types of weapons and equipment in the Guardian civilization.
However, the number of these space battleships and ground troops can be described as astronomical figures.
The largest battleship of the Watcher is a spaceship called the Patronus. This ship is the Watcher's aircraft carrier, and the battleship is equipped with a large number of small space fighters-the Slayer carrier-based aircraft.
As for the firepower battleship in charge of the decisive battle of the fleet, the same huge size is the World Destroyer spaceship already known by the Alan Hill Empire.
Corresponding to the Invincible-class battleship of the Alan Hill Empire, there is the watchman's adjudicator spaceship. As the watchman's battleship, this spaceship is the backbone of the watchman's fleet.
That kind of strange ball is the guardian spacecraft, and it is also the watchman's landing battleship, so the firepower is not strong, and it is also equipped with a large number of sweeper training cabins, which is the watchman's cruiser.
Under normal circumstances, the Landing Troop of the Watchers will first launch detectors to the surface of the planet. This unit is the Electronic Warfare and detection platform of the Watchers, similar to data terminals such as radar stations.
As the most basic infantry unit of the Guardian, the Sweeper undertakes almost all the combat tasks of the Guardian—they are responsible for operating the battleship inside the battleship, and they are the most basic infantry on the ground.
The Destroyers, which are larger in size and stronger in combat effectiveness, are the armored force of the Watcher's troops. They are huge in number and powerful in combat, and can be said to be the backbone of the Watcher's ground combat troops.
In fact, the Watchers also have powerful magic warriors. These warriors are tall and look like sweepers. They are called conquerors, and they are the most powerful elites in the Watcher's army.
As for the H-type Watcher fighters flying in the sky, they are called prowlers. They are fast and powerful, and they are also the enemy of the Airland Hill Imperial Air Force.
However, compared with the many types of ground support aircraft of the Airan Hill Empire Air Force, the Warden's ground bombers are relatively simple. The air force commander of the Airan Hill Empire only recently learned that they are called crushers.
After knowing the enemy's name, the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire can finally call their enemy correctly.
It is a pity that because the captive chose to die after explaining these questions, the Alan Hill Empire had no way to continue to interrogate and learn more secrets about the enemy.
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"Anti-tank! Bazooka!" A grenadier in power armor waved to his subordinates in the distance, and shouted loudly in the communication channel while waving.
A soldier carrying a bazooka galloped through the trench until he reached a place not far from the side of the Destroyer tank before stopping.
"Three, two! One! Covering fire!" The captain stretched out his palm and gave three fingers, retracting one finger every time he counted. After counting to one, he picked up his rifle, Facing the distance, he pulled the trigger: "Tu Tu Tu Tu!"
Behind him, a row of grenadiers poked their heads out desperately, and started shooting frantically at the sweeper soldiers on the opposite side.
A series of weak rays of light from electromagnetic rifle bullets formed a huge fishing net in the air, instantly covering the Sweeper infantry who were advancing rapidly on the opposite side.
"Thug, tug, tug!" Accompanied by the command to fire, the grenadiers in the trench desperately swept their rifles into the distance, and the bullets hit the shell of the Destroyer tank, sparking a flickering spark.
As the bullets flying towards the enemy began to take effect, seeing some sweeper soldiers fall one after another, the soldier of the Alan Hill Empire who was carrying the bazooka finally poked most of his body out of the trench and gained the aiming target. Chance.
In front of his eyes, the circle of light that had been drifting around the crosshairs was finally caught in the center of the crosshairs. Then he pulled the trigger and fired the anti-tank missile.
The one-time anti-tank missile rushed towards the wire control in a parabola, and then fell vertically, piercing through the flamboyant Destroyer tank from directly above.
A huge explosion was close at hand, and even the shells and energy fluids on some Destroyers were splashed into the trenches.
"Beautiful!" The leading grenadier commander shouted loudly, celebrating that his defensive position was once again safe.
Just as he was shouting, a black energy line swept across the trench where he was, and pierced his body at once.
The blow came so suddenly that the other soldiers hadn't realized what happened, and the subsequent explosion knocked out several clone grenadiers on both sides.
"Boom!" The concrete-reinforced parapet of the trench was pierced and shattered in an instant, and the flying masonry debris hit the steel plate of the power armor, making a crisp sound.
"Bastard!" A soldier beside him grabbed his rifle in the tumbling smoke, and fired a series of shots at the direction where the opponent's energy came.
But the black energy didn't stop, but struck again at the place where he was. Accompanied by a loud noise, the grenadier who fought back immediately was also pierced through his body, and fell down without a word.
"Conqueror! It's the conqueror! Retreat! Retreat! Contain him with fire from both sides!" A soldier got up from the ground, ignoring the dirt on his body, and shouted at the remaining soldiers.
On the other side of the explosion, the young grenadier also struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the swordsman who was also in a panic, and shouted: "I will cover you, go to the bunker over there! Get ready..."
"Shut up!" The swordsman suddenly interrupted the soldier, and said, "I'll cover you this time! Go to the bunker! Go!"
"..." The young clone grenadier who got up from the ground finally didn't say anything, but took a step forward, holding his rifle and ran towards the bunker not far away.
He knew that when he got there and found the individual missile inside, he would have a chance to confront the enemy's conqueror head-on.
So he ran without looking back, hoping that he could get a heavy weapon that could counterattack and threaten the opponent before all his companions were killed.
Behind him, in the short trench that he ran through, a grenadier who fired back was hit by a black energy line from the conqueror and fell in the trench.
And at the gap in the trench where the flames were still burning and blood was flowing, a soldier wearing a bulletproof vest, with a grenade hanging on his chest, and a long sword behind his back slowly pulled out the long sword from behind him.
"It's up to you! Brother!" He brushed the simple long sword with his hand, muttered something in his mouth, and then the spiritual energy in his body surged, and the long sword seemed to have life in an instant, and suddenly it fell from his hand. It floated up and hovered over his shoulders.
"Go!" He put his fingers together, pointed forward, and shouted, the long sword hanging on his shoulder flew out, and rushed towards the tall target in the distance like lightning.
The long sword whizzed away, and the tall conqueror on the opposite side also realized the danger was approaching at this time, and an energy barrier floated around him, surrounding him like a magic barrier.
This level of magic energy barrier can be said to be very powerful, because even electromagnetic sniper rifles cannot penetrate it.
After the flying sword collided with the barrier, leaving a series of splashing sparks on it, it circled around and swooped down from the other side, hitting the barrier again.
However, sparks flashed again, but the thick defensive barrier was still impregnable. Even if the flying sword rushed left and right, it couldn't penetrate the transparent defensive energy shield.
On the battlefield, the swordsman who had been watching his flying sword slashing back and forth seemed to realize that consuming his aura like this was not a good choice.
So with a thought in his mind, the long sword gave up attacking the conqueror, and instead slaughtered the Sweeper soldiers who rushed up who were easier to kill.
If the target is changed in this way, the effect will be completely different. The lightning-fast flying sword cut down the three sweepers in an instant like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
"Boom!" Under the cover of the conqueror, the surrounding sweepers had already gained an advantage. After being attacked by flying swords, they immediately began to fight back with their own weapons. Several black energy clusters hit love like this. Near the trenches of the Landhill Empire.
The dense explosions lifted a whole block of cement clots, like a boulder, this large block of stone was lifted high, and then smashed down heavily, hitting the trench full of corpses, setting off yet another wave. A cloud of smoke.
The swordsman, who was seriously disturbed by this blow, had to bend over to adjust his position. He didn't want to be killed by stray bullets without the flying sword protecting his body.
Because of the loss of driving power, the flying sword immediately flew back, no longer attacking those sweepers, and quickly returned to the trenches filled with smoke and dust on the side of the Alan Hill Empire.
"I can't hold on any longer!" The swordsman leaned on the trench, looked at his arm cut by flying stones, squinted his eyes and complained, "I'm telling you to pretend! I'm telling you to pretend! Are you finished? Die here ?”
While muttering, he stood up again, drove his flying sword, and attacked the enemy on the other side of the smoke.
Just as he was driving the flying sword, a mass of black energy landed on his side, and the shock wave formed by the explosion knocked him to the ground, and at the same time swallowed the other two clone grenadiers who were firing.
The entire battlefield has already begun to become chaotic. After the powerful conqueror appeared here, the situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse. The defenders of the Alan Hill Empire, which did not have high-end combat power, obviously fell into a passive state.
The defenders of the Alan Hill Empire, who had lost their fire suppression, began to passively engage in bloody exchanges with their opponents. This style of play is what the guards like to see the most, because as long as they can exchange to the enemy, their losses can be covered. accept!
Another round of volleys from the guards, the black energy group baptized the trenches of the Alan Hill Empire, seven or eight soldiers were wounded by the energy group, and they fell in the trenches, writhing and struggling, trying to stand up and continue fighting .
The battle wasn't over, it had even just begun when the seemingly unstoppable Conquistador hit the bunker with a single shot as the young clone troopers charged into the bunker and extracted an anti-tank missile from it. Bunker.
The energy cut off the branches camouflaged outside, melted the concrete, penetrated the bunker cover, and directly caused the explosion of the ammunition inside.
The Grenadier, who had just picked up the missile and wanted to come out, was swallowed by the expanding airflow together with the four machine gunners who were firing non-stop inside, and then they were thrown into the air together.
The unimaginable explosion directly lifted the top cover of the entire bunker, and the shattered top of the bunker shattered in the air and fell in all directions.
The defense line of the Elland Hill Empire, which lost another flanking machine gun fire point, became shaky in an instant, leaving only some soldiers bent over to avoid running in the trenches, trying to re-establish a complete line of defense.
"Uh... Cough cough! Cough cough!" The swordsman who finally regained consciousness coughed violently and sat up from the ground.
Exhausted, he leaned against the wall of the trench, squinting at the corpses around him through the blood on his face.
A grenadier stepped quickly over him, then turned and knelt down, looking down into his face. After seeing his forehead clearly, the grenadier shouted loudly to his companion not far away: "There are wounded here! Take him away! I need fire cover! He is a natural person, take him away first! "
Hearing his shout, several grenadiers who were firing at the gap quickly gathered over, and a medical soldier with a hollow white cross logo on his arm knelt beside the swordsman on one knee, checking his injury.
At this time, a sweeper has jumped into the trench beside the ruins of the collapsed bunker in the distance...
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