1576 Vegetable Market

The corridors of the recruiting office of the Alan Hill Empire were crowded with people from all directions. Some of these people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and some were even topless. People of all colors crowded together, complaining dissatisfiedly.

A nobleman with arms crossed frowned and questioned the guards in front of him: "Why? Why don't we go to Higgs 5 for reinforcements? I'll sign up! Even if I must die there, I'm willing!"

Behind him, another old soldier with a medal hanging on his chest also shouted: "Yes! Isn't it just a life! I will give it! I don't believe it! We have so many strong people, and we can still be ridden by a group of bastards. head!"

"I think I also fought in Dothan back then! Although I am disabled now and have lost a leg, I can still fight! Put on a prosthetic leg and I will still be a good man!" One was blind in one eye, and one was missing. The man with the leg slapped his prosthetic limb and shouted loudly.

The guards can't help it. Those who can come here are more or less related. They are either national heroes or imperial nobles. They really don't want to be too rude.

But the current situation seems to be getting out of control - there are more and more people in the corridor, so dense that there is no end in sight.

Several white-clothed Shengxue swordsmen carried flying swords behind their backs, but they didn't shout, but their voices were not too low.

Behind them are several female swordsmen, although they are ordinary in appearance, but their temperament is very refined.

These people were also very excited, and begged the guards guarding the gate: "We have already lost our sect, now, we can no longer lose Alan Hill who took us in! We are willing to fight to the death!"

"Yes! We are willing to fight to the death!" The female swordsmen also spoke passionately, full of determination.

Since watching the live broadcast of a certain swordsman from the front line, many swordsmen from the former Heavenly Sword Sect came to the conscription office to inquire about signing up for the front line.

Although most of the swordsmen were persuaded to go back in the end, there are still some swordsmen with good cultivation who insist on going to the most tragic battlefield to serve the country.

Hearing the words of the swordsmen, the dragon warriors on the side were not to be outdone, and emphasized: "Master Adair is still fighting bravely on the Higgs 5, how can our dragon clan give up our general! Let's go! As long as you are willing to open a portal, or arrange a landing! Just send us up!"

These dragons are all wearing golden armor, except for those white-clothed swordsmen who look like immortals, only they and the elves are the most eye-catching.

The problem is that each of their dragon warriors is tall and burly,

It's hard to stand there without being noticed.

The elf warriors on the other side are much smaller, but they are still very eye-catching standing there.

With snow-white skin and pointed ears, the elf female warrior looks extremely cute, no matter where she stands, she will attract the attention of men.

Under the watchful eyes of these female elves, the male swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect became more and more courageous. They patted their chests one by one, and pleaded firmly: "Let's go! Give us a chance!"

The orcs with their upper body naked are full of muscles. Even though they are not poor now, they still retain the traditional custom of not wearing clothes.

The leading orc officer spoke in a low voice, and said in a naive tone: "We don't need supplies, we just need a sword! Our orc clan can fight the enemy to the death even if we only have fists!"

In their view, it is a waste to give them electromagnetic rifles, as long as they are given an ax, they can have a good fight with the enemy.

The same nonchalant talking, there are also dwarf warriors who are shorter than humans. These bearded warriors are extremely strong one by one, but their height is a bit suffocating.

They crowded together, looked disdainfully at the thighs of the dragons beside them, snorted and said, "Dwarves never take the back seat! Our strong bodies are made for war! Let's go! We can still be on top!" Help repair equipment and build weapons! As long as we are here, the enemy will never want to capture Higgs 5!"

Behind the dwarves, among a group of humans in black and black robes, an old magician at the head said, "Our Magicians Guild is loyal to the Empire and His Majesty! Higgs 5 is the best place to prove our loyalty! We are willing to die there, for the entire empire!"

After listening to him, the crowd behind them wearing the traditional black robes of magicians uttered a louder cry: "For the Empire of Alan Hill! For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Please let me go! My child is still on the Higgs 5! I'm going to fight alongside him!" A middle-aged man pushed and pushed, trying to get to the front.

The man standing in front of him yelled dissatisfiedly: "Your child is already on top, and mine is still waiting behind! Let me go! Let me go! I will kill those dregs who blaspheme His Majesty the Emperor with my own hands!"

A handsome demon warrior held his long sword and frowned in the crowd. He never took human beings seriously back then, but now he has to be crowded with such a group of guys... This made him very dissatisfied, but he was helpless.

"This time the demons will never fall behind! As long as there is a spot, grab it for me!" Beside him, another handsome general of the demons found that his cloak seemed to be crumpled by the crowd, and he was a little dissatisfied muttered.

He didn't think about getting angry, because just now he walked all the way, and among the people he met, they were really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Any old man is also an existence at the level of an archmage, even a medal on the chest of a cripple is enough to make him stand at attention and salute...

The most exasperating thing is that he almost stepped on a dog, but upon closer inspection it turned out to be a wolf, and on closer inspection this wolf was even stronger than him, it was unreasonable.

There is no way, there are two snakes queuing up outside the door, because they have no hands or feet, and they are all wet and sticky, so they are not liked by the girls, and they don't seem to squeeze in at all.

In the office, several military officers also looked sad. They didn't expect that there would be so many people rushing to die here crowded here.

Of course, they did not think about it. The passionate scene of signing up for death, which should have been extremely tragic, was actually made like a vegetable market by a group of weird guys...

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On the Higgs 5, where countless people hoped to bury their bones, in a broken trench, an Ireland Hill Empire clone grenadier stabbed to death the last sweeper nearby with a bayonet in his hand.

He stood up, looked at his companions who were covered in enemy blood, and lifted his mask.

He panted heavily, breathing in the bloody air, watching his companion also lift his mask.

"How? I killed 27 of them!" On the shoulder of the clone grenadier, a row of white marks had already been drawn crookedly with white handwriting.

This is his credit, this is the enemy who rushed to this position that he killed in the past few hours.

On the shoulder armor of another soldier standing in front of the grenadier, there is also a row of similar marks, the difference is slightly less.

However, there is a different mark on the mark on the grenadier's shoulder. This mark records that the soldiers bravely destroyed the enemy's Destroyer tank.

"Have you listened to His Majesty's speech?" The grenadier who lifted his visor greedily sucked in enough air and asked with a smile on his face.

"Stop it, how could you not listen? The recording is played every day, and I'm not deaf." The grenadier who destroyed the Destroyer tank said as he sat on the ground.

"You said, can our souls return to our hometown?" The soldier leaned against the edge of the trench, watching the distant battlefield that looked like the surface of the moon.

There are bomb craters everywhere, no vegetation or bunkers, the stones have been smashed by shells, and the corpses have long been beyond recognition.

The corpses of the sweepers will dissipate after a period of time, and the corpses of humans will rot after a period of time... In the end, the place will return to silence, leaving nothing but nothingness.

"Ha... stop talking, we don't have a soul at all!" The clone grenadier sitting on the ground replied mockingly: "We have no bad habits, no likes, no fears, and no souls..."

"Fantasy! Tell me, if we have souls, can we go back to our hometown?" No enemy situation was found, the enemy did not continue to charge and attack, and the relaxed grenadiers continued to chat first.

"Go back? Go back to that place full of containers, naked bodies that can't be seen at a glance, and the noise of machines roaring every day? Stop making trouble." The clone soldier sitting on the ground smiled while tearing the energy food package. Shake your head.

"If I have a soul, I want to go to Alan Siris to see if it is as beautiful as it is advertised." The grenadier who tore open the package stuffed the solid energy food inside into his mouth, chewing Said on the side.

"Maybe our souls will go there soon." There was a hint of helplessness in the voice of the grenadier leaning on the wall of the trench to keep watch: "The enemy attacked! They are attacking again!"

While speaking, he reached out and buttoned his mask. The distance and other data appeared in front of his eyes again, the holographic screen lit up, and his power mech started working again.

Not far away, a puppet battle robot that had been on standby just before its combat skills was awakened again, picked up the assault rifle in its hand, and began to shoot non-stop into the distance.

"Ding ding dong..." The shell casings thrown out of the shell ejection window fell to the ground and hit the already densely packed shell casings, making a crisp sound.

"Huh!" The support artillery fire began to roar, and the shells roared and flew over the heads of these grenadiers, and then exploded in a place full of bomb craters in the distance.

The huge explosion lifted the soil, covering the sky and the sun, and the shock wave spread, tearing everything around.

The attacking sweeper troops shuttled to avoid the explosion, and approached the unrecognizable Irish trenches a little bit.

"Replenish the ammunition!" A grenadier passed the trench with an electromagnetic rifle, followed by two puppet robots that were obviously repaired.

The parts on these puppet robots are old and new, and it looks like a person's clothes are covered with patches.

Although such robots are basically unable to continue to fight on the front line, it is still possible to perform some simple tasks.

At this moment, they are carrying heavy backpacks, various ammunition boxes, and machine gun belts on their bodies, and they are working as porters.

"We need grenades and loaded electromagnetic rifle magazines..." The grenadier with the "anti-tank mark" on his shoulder pointed to the empty ammunition box under his feet and said.

The two puppets put down the ammunition box full of magazines in their hands, put down another box of grenades, and then followed the grenadier leading the team to leave.

"Be more optimistic, maybe we won't die." While hanging the spare magazine on his waist, the grenadier with the mark on his shoulder comforted his companion.

"What does this have to do with optimism? We wouldn't die..." The grenadier on guard was doing the same thing. He raised his head, looked at him and said.

"Yeah, countless copies of me are created every day, maybe I'm dead long ago, maybe the last one I won't even participate in the battle, and the war will be over." The grenadier with the anti-tank mark on his shoulder laughed He smiled and agreed.

"That's right, I heard that thousands of soldiers like me can be produced every day in the cloning of planet 7... None of us will die, we just changed to a different way to live forever!" the sentry throwing The grenadier put the last magazine in his waist, stood up, leaned against the wall of the trench, and stretched his rifle forward.

In the next second, he pulled the trigger, and the electromagnetically accelerated bullet was as fast as lightning, directly piercing through a sweeper who was climbing over the crater barrier in the distance.

Soon, the opponent's revenge came head-on, and several black energy clusters from different directions smashed into the vicinity of this position, setting off pieces of dirt.

The loud noise of the explosion was filtered by the earphones, but the shock wave still shook the two grenadiers. When they got up again to fight back, the enemy had already gotten a lot closer.

On the battlefield not far away, Destroyer tanks lined up one after another, slowly pressing towards the defensive positions of the Alan Hill Empire.

What is different from the past is that the electromagnetic tanks of the Alan Hill Empire did not appear behind the grenadiers this time.

"Didn't there be dozens of tanks to help yesterday? Today there is not a single tank company?" He retracted his expectant gaze. From the battlefield situation map, the clone soldier had already seen that there was no support from friendly troops behind him.

"It's better to rely on yourself than anyone else!" Another grenadier carried an anti-tank missile on his shoulder and suppressed the anti-tank sign: "Kill!"