Chapter 492

Chapter 492

2014-08-16

There are many power groups on Caesar Continent, but the only one that can really be called a country is the Titus Empire. with the North Desolate Tribe.

Whether it's the theory that one mountain can't hold two tigers or not, or for some other reason, the truth has long been drowned in the sands of history. Today's reality is that the two countries are incompatible as fire and water, and they are at odds with each other.

The fight between the two countries is a comprehensive confrontation in all aspects, and the soldiers are the most direct carrier of violence. In this way, the source of troops will be particularly important. Needless to say, the North Desolate Tribe is basically a military force. The Titus side is a bit complicated, and there is a conscription system, but there are still many soldiers who have to join in order to eat.

As for the soldiers, the newspapers in the cities in the rear mostly describe them as being heroic and resolute, killing the enemy coldly, and charging with a knife even with a broken arm. Of course there is a need for propaganda, but in fact the main reason is that these people have never been to the front line and do not know the real situation of the soldiers.

Wandering on the edge of life and death all the year round, reading the Qikuo battlefield, seeing the blood-stained fierce people, and also knowing the gap between them. Even if he had the dream of killing the enemy and making meritorious deeds and returning to his hometown in honor. Later, most of the ordinary soldiers probably only had the only thought of being cautious, hoping that they would always be lucky to survive. And the word soldier, which has been given many honors, is just a job that can support the family for many people.

But I have to say that this job is really not for everyone. Not to mention the high risk, the mental pressure is enough to make all vulnerable people go away. Rest, go to the battlefield, survive without luck, and continue to go to the battlefield... It should be said that there are not many people with big nerves like David. The soldier smoked leisurely, and paralyzed his nerves with the slightly drunk smoke, even if it was one.

In addition to relieving mental stress, the lives of soldiers are mostly boring. When they first joined, they were busy with training, and after training, they were busy fighting wars, which can be called boring and depressing. At this time, if there is a new topic to pull off, it is naturally excellent. It just so happened that a lot of things happened here at the Passa level...

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"So, is it really that the defender who deliberately ignored the seriously injured soldiers? Damn it... oh, then Captain is dead." After listening to Old Heyman's words, the young soldier said angrily. Anger is certain, after all, they don't want to encounter this situation when they are injured one day.

Old Heyman nodded: "Well, so many people at the scene heard the Captain shout to admit it, but in the end he was beaten to death by the longevity of the Elt Battalion."

" He died well! It doesn't matter how many people he killed..."

After a few words, a soldier suddenly said with a smile: "Ha, I think that guy is quite unlucky. .tsk tsk, dozens of trucks of goods, who wouldn't be jealous? They met the Grey Cloth Armed Force, a newcomer who didn't know the rules, but there were seriously wounded soldiers on the carriage! Ha, really..."

"It's definitely unlucky, but now he's not the only one who's unlucky... Well, no wonder when I came back today, I found that the city gate soldiers had changed a lot, so that's how it is."

"This... won't kill them all?" The young soldier smacked his tongue.

"It's hard to say, look at what they did!"shook the head,"but now that Captain is dead, if those soldiers are smarter and put all the blame on him , shouldn't be beheaded."

"This is... well, what do you say, old Heyman?" But the experience is still rich enough, so after a soldier finished speaking, he immediately asked old Heyman's opinion.

"I said... none of these matters." Squeezing out the cigarette butt, Old Heyman took a deep breath, and then spit out the last puff of smoke with a complicated expression, "It doesn't matter if those guys die, the key is It's the Grey Cloth Armed Force... I'm afraid we all misread it before. Well, it's really scary!"

"Eh?

"You don't know... that Battalion Elt killed someone later. Because the city gate was blocked before, we were all around to watch the fun... Well, there must be thousands of people. , there are several battalions, so many people are reunited in a circle, airtight." As if thinking of something, Old Heyman's face twitched nervously, "But after the people from Grey Cloth Armed Force came over, Immediately rushed in..."

"Uh, wait." A soldier scratched his head, a little puzzled, "rushing? So many people... Battalion Commander Elt and the others didn't let everyone in. Is it right?"

"Let? Hehe, it's okay to say yes, but it has to be." With a wry smile, Old Heyman continued, "I was close to the inside, and after hearing the movement He just turned his head, and when he turned around, he saw more than a dozen silhouettes flying around, all soldiers watching the fun. Then I heard that it was someone from the Grey Cloth Armed Force who moved the hand...hehe, in fact, in this case, everyone I won't let them. If they don't do this, they can't get in at all. But after seeing them make a move, the people around them are also a little angry, so they decide to beat them."

"Huh..." Several soldiers were immediately excited, "And then..." "It's really too arrogant, even if you can't get in, you can't do it directly. Thousands of people, tsk tsk, this won't turn their heads into pigs..."

Licking his lips and shaking his head, Old Heyman's expression became more complicated, "And then...it still can't be stopped. The crowd even began to be forced to disperse on both sides. Then I saw Grey Cloth. Armed Force make a move that person, well, he is the only one who really makes a move. He has an ordinary face, wears black armor, waved his hands at will, and didn't even look around, but the soldiers who made a move were either repelled or killed. Broken hands and feet, just watching him go forward step by step against everyone..."

"Isn't this going to stop?" "One, one person?" "Old Heyman, if This is humor, I admit that I was really shocked, but...it's not funny at all!"

Several soldiers were stunned when they heard the words, and then looked like they were listening to a fantasy story. Old Heyman. The meaning is clearly to say, you are making fun of me...

Waved his hand, Old Heyman's face is bitter: "I also wanted to say that this was a joke, but it did happen, And it's still under my nose... That person didn't use any weapons, Battle Qi or anything, he just hit him with his hands. Well, Malanke, you know, the battalion commander of the Battle Blade Battalion is the one who once lived on the battlefield. The fierce man who split the barbarian in half! He happened to be on the route, and he also started, but as soon as he punched, he was kicked aside by his wrist. He refused to accept it, got up, pushed away a few people and hugged the man from behind It seemed that he wanted to overturn the other party to the ground. But the man was completely motionless, after dragging Malanke a few steps forward, he stretched out his hand to open his arms tightly, and broke his backhand... Alas, when I came here just now , I saw that Malanke's men were surrounding the treatment center..."

"This, this, this..." The fact is undoubtedly convincing, and no one will take the words that can be debunked immediately as an example . Because of this, several soldiers opened their mouths and were speechless.

"And just now I was thinking..." Old Heyman first spread out his hands, then picked up a cigarette and lit it again. The mist was shrouded in mist, and his expression was a little strange, "Except for this somewhat terrifying person. , this long spear breaking the formation battalion should also not be simple."

"What, how to say it?"

He lowered his head and took a breath, with the cigarette between his two fingers. , Old Heyman thought about it, and then said, "Everyone knows that the heavy sword battalion of the commander of Elt is trapped. Well, although our people did go out a lot this morning, we must talk about the inside of the level. Without a battalion, it is certainly impossible. But in the end, the officers sent a long spear breaking the formation of the Grey Cloth Armed Force. What does this mean... The officers have the same idea as us, and don't think that the Grey Cloth Armed Force What kind of battle strength is there? Send them over to show that the officers are not optimistic that the heavy sword battalion can last until then, just pretend..."

"But the result? Battalion Commander Elt He came back with more than 100 wounded soldiers. Well, the battle was so bad, it shows that the number of barbarians is large, at least not what the heavy sword battalion can resist. Otherwise, how could I see the temper of the battalion commander Yielt? Just send someone back for help... No need to guess, the key to the problem must be the long spear breaking the formation battalion that went to rescue here. Huh... I didn't count it carefully before, but the long spear breaking the formation battalion is really well organized. Therefore, even if there are casualties, it will not exceed twenty at most."

"cough cough..." He seemed to be frightened by his own inference. Slowly, he said, "Well, we can say that they are waiting for work, or taking advantage of the opportunity to get cheap or something. But the question is, even in such a situation, how many casualties did we have when we succeeded in the past? Hehe, dare not think, dare not think... ..."

smiled bitterly, and a faint smoke filled the surroundings of Old Heyman, "With such a terrifyingly powerful person sitting in the formation, and such an excellent team...Grey Cloth Armed Force, it should not be underestimated! ”

…………(To be continued.)