My Empire

1585 Stars Fall

"Sir! The enemy is right next door to me!" Leaning against the wall, listening to the dense gunshots and screams next door, a lieutenant colonel officer with a QR code tattooed on his forehead said awkwardly while holding the communicator.

Inside the earphones, General Andre's anxious order came: "Break out! I order you to break out! As the commander-in-chief, I order you to break out!"

"It's too late! I'm ready! For Alan Hill!" The lieutenant colonel took off his earphones and looked at the guards in front of him.

"The enemy is close at hand! When they finish off the people outside, it will be our turn..." The lieutenant colonel said: "When they really charge in, we won't be able to hold on for even ten seconds."

"Instead of giving it to them for nothing, let's have a spectacular ending." He said as he walked to the corner and lifted the canvas.

There, there were two 280mm heavy artillery shells piled up, and there were densely packed grenades and landmines between the two shells.

"Gentlemen! For Alan Hill!" The lieutenant colonel tore a grenade from his waist, pulled off the safety ring, and threw it into the grenades as soon as he let go.

Several guards also took out grenades from their waists, pulled off the safety ring, and looked at the door calmly.

"Boom!" After an explosion, a sweeper rushed in, and then more sweepers rushed into the room, throwing down the guards with grenades in their hands.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, detonating all the explosives in the room, and the huge explosions followed one another, one after another.

The room began to collapse, boulders fell and buried the hero and the guard's soldiers, and the whole world fell silent, and there was no more sound.

A few kilometers away from this position, Andre was in the bunker, holding a communicator and holding up a telescope to look at the place where the smoke was rising in the distance.

The huge explosion knocked off part of the roof of the distant position, and a bigger explosion followed, and the ground under his feet was trembling.

It was the detonated ammunition depot that was being killed. At the last moment, many soldiers and commanders chose to use this method to destroy themselves and the enemies in front of them.

This kind of explosion has been going on all the time. During the explosion, the flagpole on the distant position began to fall, and the black Irish Eagle flag also fell down.

"Boom!" The earth-shaking explosion caused huge smoke to billow from the distant positions, as if a small nuclear weapon had hit the target.

Position 5 is over... Watching the black smoke from this huge explosion billowing in the sky,

Everyone knows that it has completely fallen over there.

Like the positions No. 8, No. 12, and No. 13 that were occupied before, they were completely fallen.

"Bastard!" He threw the communicator in his hand to the ground, and Andre felt his heart ache terribly—he lost some commanders, some brave soldiers, and another important position .

"It seems that within today, we will die here in battle." Adair, who was seriously injured with his arms hanging on his chest, walked in. His huge body seemed a bit cramped here, so he could only casually Find a seat and sit down.

"Our ammunition is still sufficient, but it has dropped sharply." The adjutant saluted General Adair who walked in, and then reported to Andre and Adair: "Recently, there have been large-scale ammunition every hour. The arsenal was destroyed, and the number of artillery pieces was drastically reduced."

"The enemy army is attacking the core fortress, and the battle in the underground tunnel part started an hour ago." The adjutant handed a tablet to Andre: "Fortress No. 3 is in fierce battle, it is estimated that there will be a battle soon." It worked out."

"Tut, chug, chug!" The sound of fierce strafing never stopped. Behind the parapet made of grain, the grenadiers were desperately pouring ammunition to stop the opponent's advance.

Inside the tunnel, the originally bright lights were flickering non-stop, and the phenomenon of unstable power began to appear.

Although the power provided by the nuclear fusion reactor is powerful, as the battle progresses, the power supply voltage in some theaters has begun to fluctuate.

"Ammunition! Ammunition! The machine gun is about to run out of bullets!" An officer yelled loudly as he lay down behind the sandbag and saw through the gap that the corpses of the sweepers who had been shot down by the machine gun were piled up higher and higher.

Behind him, a robot responsible for transporting ammunition had just been knocked down by an explosion, and was already paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Around the paralyzed robot, there are messy bullet casings everywhere, as well as empty ammunition boxes. There was no time to clean up the plastic bullet chains and metal bullet casings, so they were piled up on the ground, looking like piles of garbage.

"The enemy is coming up! Bazooka! Bazooka launch!" On the other side, the soldiers shouted loudly, and then a huge explosion came from the distance of the tunnel.

The rocket hit the subway train car that was paralyzed in the tunnel, and then blew up that car, as well as the attacking sweeper soldiers on both sides of the car.

With the help of this explosion, several soldiers bent down and adjusted their shooting positions, and withdrew from the direction closer to the enemy.

"I'm out of bullets!" a soldier shouted to his comrade, looking at the empty ammunition pouch.

The companion gestured helplessly, inserted the last magazine into his weapon, and replied loudly: "I am also the last magazine! Damn it!"

None of them have powered mechas, so they don't have electromagnetic rifles to use. After all, electromagnetic rifles need energy to supply power. Without the power of exoskeletons, an ordinary soldier alone cannot control bulky electromagnetic weapons.

"Cover me! I'll go back and see if I can find more ammunition!" The soldier who was out of bullets lifted the helmet on his head and ordered to his companion.

Then he bent over and ran backwards with the weapon in his hand, and within two steps he was hit by a cloud of energy from behind, blowing him into a torn corpse.

Blood even splashed on his companion's face. This tragic scene made it difficult for these logistics soldiers who were temporarily formed into combatants to accept.

Fortunately, they have been fighting on the front line for several hours, and they are no longer the kind of inexperienced rookie recruits. They don't vomit on corpses, they don't turn pale with the smell of brains in the air, and they don't apologize for stepping on a fellow's arm or thigh or head.

In short, they can't take care of anything now, they only have to fight, fighting to the death with the enemy.

In the past, the guards would only see such a scene on the truly desperate orphans of civilization who were completely at a disadvantage and could not struggle for a long time.

When encountering the guardians, these civilizations tend to be arrogant and underestimate the enemy, and then struggle hard. Until the end, when nothing can be changed, they will fight back hysterically and tragically.

But now, at the moment when the war broke out, the Alan Hill Empire showed such a tragic taste. The way the clone soldiers would rather die than surrender also made the watchers feel tricky.

This is really just the stage when the war just broke out! They have just invaded the first planet! The enemy fought desperately like this, which really surprised them.

"Tu Tu Tu Tu!" Picking up his rifle, he knocked down a Sweeper soldier who rushed up to the ground. The soldier hiding behind the sandbag wiped the blood from his face and subconsciously touched his tactical vest.

He didn't touch the grenade on it, nor did he touch the magazine. His remaining weapons were no longer enough to support him to continue fighting!

"Where is the ammunition? Where is the ammunition?" He asked a comrade not far away through several sandbags.

Without turning his head, the comrade replied loudly: "There is no ammunition! They should have sent the ammunition up a few minutes ago! Damn it!"

"Boom!" The electromagnetic tank supporting this defensive position was finally overwhelmed, was hit and caught fire, paralyzed in place.

The front armor of the electromagnetic tank, which has run out of energy and cannot use the magic defense barrier, has been hit dozens of times. The entire tank is covered with bullet craters and bullet marks, just like artistic sculptures.

It has been here for 15 minutes, relying on the sandbags in front and various defensive methods to stop hundreds of attacking sweepers.

Now, it finally exploded and caught fire. The electromagnetic machine gun on the tank stopped making any sound, and the electromagnetic gun no longer roared.

When the tank was on fire, the Sweeper's troops had rushed up. They crossed the collapsed sandbag trench unscrupulously, and charged along the railroad tracks towards the position of the Alan Hill Empire defenders.

"Get the bayonet!" An officer with a bandage on his forehead pulled out a multi-purpose bayonet from his back waist and inserted it into the muzzle of his gun.

Behind him, another soldier also skillfully pulled out the bayonet from his waist and inserted it into his weapon.

"Long live my emperor! Alan Hill will last forever!" The officer was the first to stand up and jumped out of the sandbag trench towards the enemy: "Follow me!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live Alan Hill!" Another soldier stood up, shouting, and collided with the Sweeper soldiers who were already close at hand.

His bayonet pierced the enemy's chest, and the enemy's sharp palm had torn his body open.

The battle on the surface positions is also going on fiercely, and the main defensive position of Fort No. 3 is already in a mess. The trenches here can no longer see their original appearance, and all the bunkers here have been blown up.

Countless sweepers surrounded by Destroyer tanks are filling up the position, and the battle has basically been decided.

"Hello? Hello? Yes! Shelling coordinates 48-61! Yes 48-61! That's right!" On a battlefield surrounded by flames, a soldier of the Alan Hill Empire looked down at the swarming enemies while beating Great communication device, he shouted.

Inside the headset, the voice of the officer of the Artillery Headquarters sounded: "I have checked the coordinates, and they are the coordinates of your position! You must have made a mistake! Recalculate the coordinates! Just estimate the position!"

The soldier holding the communicator wiped the blood from his face, gritted his teeth and continued to plead: "Repeat! I did not make a mistake! The enemy is right in front of us! Fire! Fire at my position!"

He saw the Sweeper soldiers who had turned into the trenches and began to occupy this position, and shouted in despair: "The coordinates are 48-61! I have no bullets! Don't leave my body to the enemy! Please!"

"...Farewell, brother!" After a short silence, the officer's voice came from the other side of the intercom.

"For Alan Hill!" The soldier dropped the communicator in his hand, staring at the Sweeper soldier staring at him with a relieved expression on his face.

"For Alan Hill!" The officer's solemn shout came from the earphone at his feet: "Coordinates 48-61! Cover and shoot!"

"Coordinates 48-61! Fire!" Inside the turret, a gunner holding a phone ordered loudly.

The artillery, which had been loaded a long time ago, let out a loud roar in the next second, and a 280mm heavy artillery quickly recoiled, and the muzzle sprayed out flames that covered the sky and the sun.

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"Report!" An officer walked into Chris's office. After standing at attention and saluting, he handed a message to Chris with his white gloved hand: "Your Majesty! Five minutes ago, General Andre lit The ammunition depot of the core fortress was destroyed...General Andre and General Adair were killed..."

"Let's issue the obituary...announce the whole army, and...at the funeral, Des announced that a new planet will be named Andre." Chris froze for a moment, then waved his hand, and the officer Kicked out of his office.

For a long time, he sat on a chair in the office, did not read the complicated report documents, nor asked technical questions, just sat in his own position, and let the time pass by.

After an unknown amount of time, Bude pushed the door open again and walked in, standing in front of Chris without speaking.

Chris waited for Bude to speak, but waited for a long time but did not hear Bude's voice, so he withdrew his dull gaze from the table, turned to Bude, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The destroyer fleet deployed in the new No. 6 area used orbital bombing, and the bombing site was Planet No. 1 in the Empire's new No. 6 area...there is the residence of the regional governor." Bud bowed his head and said something that made Chris I can't even believe it.

At this moment, Chris even felt that he was ridiculous. In a short period of time, there were two embarrassing things for him.

"Treason?" Chris frowned, and Bud could feel that the surrounding air seemed to be faintly freezing.

You know, Chris is not just the emperor of an empire, he is also a magician, a terrifying powerhouse. When his mood fluctuated, the coercion was real, and it wasn't just a person's illusion.

"Yes! Your Majesty!...Another unfortunate news...General Cisse who is in charge of the work in the new 6th district...I'm afraid it will be more ominous." Bud lowered his head and said something that made Chris even more angry. information.

The bold general from the prairie, the general who went south from the Chris united prairie to pacify Arante, just like that... died for his country inexplicably.

He did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of a group of traitors.

"Crack!" Chris grabbed the pen in his hand and smashed it directly on the floor.

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