Chapter 1574
My Empire Chapter 1574
2021-10-15
Chapter 1574 1576 Grocery MarketThe corridors of the recruiting office of the Alanhill Empire were packed with people from all directions. Some of these people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and some were even topless. People of all shapes and sizes crowded together, complaining of all kinds in dissatisfaction.
A noble frowned with both hands crossed near chest questioned the guard standing in front of him: "Why? Why don't we go to Higgs 5 for reinforcements? I sign up! Even if I'm sure to die there, I I am also willing!"
Behind him, another old soldier with a medal on his chest also shouted: "Yeah! Isn't it a life! I give it! I don't believe it! We do this What a powerhouse, you can still be ridden by a bunch of bastards!"
"I think I also fought in Dothan back then! Although I am disabled now and have no leg, I can still fight! Put me on a prosthetic leg, I'm still a good guy!" A man who was blind in one eye and missing a leg shouted loudly, slapping his prosthetic leg.
The guards can't do anything either. Those who can come here are more or less related. They are either national heroes or imperial honors. They are really not good or too rude.
However, in the current situation, it seems that it is going to get out of control - there are more and more people in the corridor, and there is no end to the densely packed ones.
A few Swordsman with clothes whiter than snow carrying Flying Sword behind their backs, they didn't shout, but their voices were not too small.
There are also several female Swordsman behind them. Although they look ordinary, their temperament is very extraordinary and refined.
These people were also very excited, pleading with the guards at the gate: "We have lost our sect, and now, we can't lose Alanhill who took us in! We are willing to fight to the death!"
"Yes! We are willing to fight to the death!" The female Swordsman's voices were also enthusiastic, and their voices were full of firmness.
Since watching the live broadcast of a Swordsman from the front line, many Swordsman from the Sword God Sect the day before yesterday have come to the recruiting office to inquire about signing up for the front line.
Although most Swordsman were persuaded to go back in the end, there were still some Swordsman with good cultivation base who insisted on going to the most tragic battlefield to serve the country.
Hearing the Swordsman's words, the Dragon Clan warriors on the side also not to be outdone, and emphasized: "Lord Adair is still fighting bravely on the Higgs 5, how can we Dragon Clan be possible? Give up your generals! Let's go! As long as you're willing to open a Transmission Gate, or arrange a landing! Send us up!"
These Dragon Clans all wear golden armor, except for those immortal Outside of the white clothed Swordsman, only they and Elf Race stood out.
The problem is they Dragon Clan warrior one by one tall and strong, it's hard to stand there without being noticed.
The Elf Race warriors on the other side are much smaller, but they are still 10,000 eye-catching.
With her snow-white skin and pointed ears, the cute Elf Race female warrior will attract the attention of men wherever she stands.
The male Swordsman from the Sword God Sect became more and more courageous under the gaze of these female elves. They one by one patted their chests and implored, "Let's go! Give us one chance!" Poverty, but still retains the traditional custom of not wearing clothes.
The orc officer headed by speaking in a low, muffled voice, said in a naive tone: "We don't need supplies, we only need to have swords! Our Beastman Race can fight the enemy even if we only have fists. Fight to the death!"
In their opinion, it is a waste to give them an electromagnetic rifle, as long as they are given an axe, they can have a good fight with the enemy.
Similarly speaking, there is also a Dwarf Race warrior who is shorter than human beings. These bearded warrior one by one are extremely strong, but their height is a bit awkward.
They huddled together, looking at Dragon Clan's thighs with disdain, snorted said, "Dwarf Race is behind unyielding! Our strong bodies are made for war! Let's go. We can also help repair equipment and build weapons on it! As long as we are here, the enemy will never be able to occupy Higgs 5!"
Behind the dwarves, among a group of black clothed black robe humans , an old magician headed by , said: "Our magician guild is loyal to the empire, loyal to Your Majesty! Higgs 5 is the best place to prove our loyalty! We are willing to sacrifice there for the entire empire!"
After listening to him, the crowd behind him in traditional magician black robes shouted loudly: "For the Alanhill Empire! For the Emperor Your Majesty!"
"Please you Must let me go! My child is still on the Higgs 5! I'm going to fight with him!" A middle-aged man pushed, trying to get ahead.
The man standing in front of him shouted dissatisfiedly: "Your child is already on top, and my child is still waiting behind! Let me go! Let me go! I will kill those blasphemies with my own hands. Emperor Your Majesty's scum!"
A handsome Demon Race warrior, holding his long sword, 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 makes him very dissatisfied, but there is nothing he can do.
"This time Demon Race will never fall behind! As long as there is a spot, grab it for me too!" Beside him, another handsome Demon Race general found that his cloak seemed to be pulled by the crowd. Got wrinkled and somewhat disgruntled whispered.
He didn't think about getting angry, because just now, the people he met were really crouching tiger hidden dragons.
Any old man is an archmage-level existence, and even a cripple's medal on his chest is enough to make him stand at attention and salute...
The most annoying thing is that he almost stepped on it When you see a dog, if you look closely it is a wolf, and if you look closely at the wolf, it is stronger than him, it is simply unreasonable.
No way, there are still two snakes lining up outside the door, because they have no hands or feet, and their bodies are wet and sticky. Come.
In the office, several officers also looked sad, and they didn't expect that there would be so many people rushing to die here.
Of course they didn't think about it. The exciting scene that should have been tragic and solemn to sign up for death was just made like a vegetable market by a group of strange guys...
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In a broken trench on Higgs 5, where countless people wished they were buried, an Alanhill Imperial clone grenadier stabbed the last nearby with his bayonet. Sweeper.
He stood up, looked at his companion who was covered in the blood of the enemy, and lifted his mask.
He gasped heavily, breathing in the air filled with blood-reeking qi, watching his companions also lift their masks.
"How? I killed 27!" On the shoulders of the clone grenadier, a row of white marks had been drawn with white handwriting crookedly.
This is his credit, this is the enemy he killed in the past few hours, who rushed into this position.
The shoulder armor of another soldier standing in front of this grenadier also has a similar row of markings, but slightly less.
However, there is a different mark on the shoulder of the grenadier. This mark records the bravery of the soldier to destroy the enemy destroyer tank.
"Have you listened to the speech of the Emperor Your Majesty?" the grenadier who first lifted his visor took a greedy breath and asked with a smile on his face.
"Stop, why don't you listen? The recording will be played every day all, and I'm not deaf." The grenadier who had destroyed the Destroyer tank sat on the ground and said.
"You say, our souls, can we return to our hometown?" The soldier leaned on the edge of the trench, watching the distant battlefield that looked like the surface of the moon.
There are craters everywhere, no vegetation or bunkers, the stones have been smashed by shells, and the corpses have long since changed beyond recognition.
The corpses of the sweepers will dissipate after a while, and the corpses of humans will rot after a while... Eventually, the place will return to silence, leaving nothing but nothingness.
"Ha... don't talk about it, we don't have souls at all!" The clone grenadier sitting on the ground replied with self-deprecating self-deprecation: "We have no bad habits, no likes, no fears, no souls..."
"Fantasy! You said, if we have souls, can we go back to our hometown?" No enemy was found, the enemy did not continue to charge and attack, and the relaxed grenadiers continued to chat first.
"Go back? Go back to the place where there are containers everywhere, naked bodies can't see the end, and the machine noise is roaring every day? Don't make trouble." The clone troopers sitting on the ground were tearing at the energy Food packaging, shaking his head while smiling.
"If I had a soul, I'd like to go to Ireland Cyrus to see if it's as beautiful as it's advertised." The grenadier who tore open the package removed the solid energy food inside. Putting it in his mouth, he said while chewing.
"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: "The enemy attacked! They attacked again!"
As he spoke, he reached out and buckled his visor. The distance and other data appeared in front of his eyes again, the holographic screen lighted up, and his power mecha started to work again.
Not far away, a puppet battle robot that had been in a standby state just after its combat skills was awakened again, picked up the assault rifle in its hand, and began to continuously shoot at the distance.
"ding ding dong dong..." The shell thrown from the ejection window fell to the ground and hit the densely packed shell, making a crisp sound.
"Whoo!" The support artillery began to roar, and the shells roared over the grenadiers' heads before exploding in the distance cratered.
The huge explosion blew up the earth, covering the heavens, shielding the sun was so lively, the shock wave spread and ripped apart everything around it.
The attacking Sweeper unit slid through the blast, edging closer to the now unrecognizable Imperial trenches of Alanhill.
"Ammo refill!" A grenadier passed the trench with an electromagnetic rifle, followed by two apparently repaired puppet robots.
The parts on these puppet robots are old and new, and it looks like a person's clothes are covered in 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, carrying various ammunition boxes, and hanging machine gun ammo chains on their bodies, acting 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 and a box of grenades, and then followed the grenadier who led the team away.
"Be optimistic, maybe we won't die." The grenadier with the markings on his shoulders comforted his comrade while hanging a spare magazine around his waist.
"What does this have to do with optimism? We're not going to die..." The sentry grenadier was doing the same thing. He lifted the head, looked at the other and said.
"Yeah, everyday all there will be countless of me being made, maybe I'm already dead, maybe the last one I won't even fight, the war will be over." There is a reaction on the shoulder. The tank-marked grenadier laughed agreed.
"Yes, I heard that in the clone planet 7, every day all can produce thousands of soldiers like me... We will not die, we just live forever in a different way! "The sentry grenadier put the last magazine in his waist, stood up, leaned against the wall of the trench, and stretched his rifle forward.
The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the electromagnetically accelerated bullet, fast as lightning, directly penetrated a sweeper in the distance who was climbing over the crater obstacle.
Soon, the opponent's revenge came head-on, and several black energy groups from different directions smashed into the vicinity of this position, stirring up pieces of soil.
The roar of the explosion was filtered through the earphones, but the shock wave still shook the two grenadiers to and fro. By the time they got up and fought back again, 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 Array of the Alanhill Empire.
And unlike before, the electromagnetic tanks of the Alanhill Empire did not appear behind the grenadiers this time.
"Didn't there be dozens of tanks to help yesterday? Not even a single tank today?" Taking back his expectations, the clone trooper had already seen behind him from the battlefield situation map. No friendly support.
"It's better to rely on yourself!" Another grenadier put an anti-tank missile on his shoulder and suppressed the anti-tank sign: "Kill!"
(end of chapter)