Chapter 1583
My Empire Chapter 1583
2021-10-15
Chapter 1583 1585 Falling Stars"Sir! The enemy is next to me!" Leaning against the wall, Listening to the dense gunshots and screams next door, a lieutenant colonel with a QR code tattooed on his forehead grabbed the communicator and said with difficulty.
In the earphone, General Andrei's anxious command voice 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 Ready! For Alanhill!" The lieutenant colonel took off his headset and looked at the guards in front of him.
"The enemy is already close at hand! When they get rid of the people outside, it will be our turn..." The lieutenant colonel said: "When they really rush in, we will not stop for ten seconds. The clock can't stand it."
"Instead of giving it to them, let's have a spectacular ending," he said, walking to the corner and lifting the canvas.
There, two 280mm caliber heavy artillery shells were stacked, with densely packed grenades and landmines stacked between the two shells.
"Gentlemen! For Alanhill!" The lieutenant colonel tore a grenade from his waist, pulled the safety ring, and threw it into the grenades.
Several guards also took out grenades from their waists, pulled the safety ring, and looked at the door calmly.
After a "bang!" explosion, a sweeper rushed in, and then more sweepers rushed into the room, knocking down the guards with grenades in their hands.
The "bang!" grenade exploded, detonating all the explosives in the entire room, with huge explosions one after another, one after another.
The room began to crumble, the boulders slammed down the soldiers who buried the heroes and watchers, and the entire world fell silent without a sound.
A few kilometers away from this position, Andre was in the bunker, holding the communicator and holding the telescope to look at the place where the smoke was blowing in the distance.
The huge explosion lifted part of the roof of the distant position, and a larger explosion followed, and the ground beneath my feet kept shaking.
It was the detonated ammunition depot that was being detonated. Many soldiers and commanders chose this method to destroy themselves and the enemy in front of them at the last moment.
The explosion continued, and the flagpole at the far position in the explosion began to fall, as did the black Alanhill Imperial Eagle Flag.
"bang!" The explosion of The earth shook and the mountain quivered sent huge smoke billowing from the distant positions, as if a small nuclear weapon had hit the target.
The 5th position is over... Watching the black smoke from this huge explosion rolling in the sky, everyone knows that the place has completely fallen.
Like the previously occupied positions No. 8, No. 12, and No. 13, they were completely occupied.
"Bastard!" He threw the communicator in his hand to the ground, and Andre felt his heart aches—he lost some more commanders and some brave soldiers, Another important position was lost.
"It seems that within today, we are going to die here." With his arms hanging over his chest, Adair, who was seriously injured, walked in. His huge body was here. It seemed a little cramped, so I could only find a seat and sit down.
"Our ammunition is still sufficient, but it has dropped drastically." The adjutant gave General Adair a military salute, and then reported to Andre and Adair together: " A large arsenal has been blown up every hour recently, and the number of artillery pieces has also dropped sharply."
"The enemy is attacking the core fortress, and the engagement in the underground tunnel section started an hour ago. ." The adjutant handed a tablet to Andre: "Fortress No. 3 is in a fierce battle, and it is estimated that the result will be soon."
"tú tú tú tú!" Never resting, behind the parapet made of grain, the grenadiers were pouring out ammunition desperately, preventing each other's advance.
In the tunnel, the originally bright lights were flickering constantly, and the phenomenon of power instability began to appear.
Although the power provided by the fusion reactor is powerful, as the battle progresses, the power supply voltage in part of the War Zone has begun to fluctuate.
"Ammo! Ammo! The machine gun is running out of bullets!" An officer was lying on the back of the sandbag and saw through the gap that the corpses of the sweepers who had been shot down by the machine gun were getting higher and higher, shouting loudly. road.
Behind him, a robot responsible for transporting ammunition has just been knocked down by an explosion and has been paralyzed to the ground, unable to move.
The paralyzed robot is surrounded by messy shell casings and empty ammo boxes. Plastic bullet chains and metal bullet casings were too late to be cleaned up, so they were piled up on the ground, looking like piles of rubbish.
"The enemy has come up! Bazooka! Bazooka launch!" On the other side, the soldiers shouted loudly, and then a huge explosion came from the far side of the tunnel.
The rocket hit the subway train car that was paralyzed in the tunnel, and then blew up the car, as well as the attacking sweeper soldiers on both sides of the car.
Using this explosion, several soldiers bent over to adjust their firing 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 ammo bag.
The companion gestured helplessly, inserted the last magazine into his weapon, and replied loudly: "I am also the last magazine! Damn it!"
They all have no power mecha, so there is no electromagnetic rifle that can be used. After all, electromagnetic rifles need energy supply, and there is no electricity from the outer skeleton. An ordinary soldier alone cannot control a bulky electromagnetic weapon.
"Cover me! I'll go back and see if I can find more ammo!" The soldier without bullets held the helmet on his head and exhorted his comrade.
Then he took the weapon, bent over and ran backwards, and before he took two steps, he was hit by a mass of energy from behind and exploded into a corpse all split up and in pieces.
Blood even splashed on his companion's face, a tragic scene that made these logistical soldiers, who were temporarily formed into combatants, somewhat unacceptable.
The good thing is they've been fighting on the front lines for hours, and they're no longer the inexperienced rookie recruits. They don't vomit at a corpse, they don't turn pale because of the smell of brains in the air, and they don't feel sorry for stepping on a partner's arm or thigh.
In short, they can't care about anything anymore, they only have to fight, and fight with the enemy to the death and to the death.
Scenes like this, in the past, the guards could only see it on the truly desperate orphans of civilization who were completely at a disadvantage and could not struggle for a long time.
When encountering guardians, these civilizations tend to be arrogant and underestimate the enemy, and then struggle, until the last, when nothing can be changed, they will fight back hysterically and tragically.
But now, when the war broke out, the Alanhill Empire played this tragic taste, and the battle method of the clone soldier rather die than submit also made the guards feel difficult.
This is really just the beginning of the war! They have just scored their first planet! The enemy was fighting desperately like this, which really surprised them.
"tú tú tú tú!" He picked up his rifle and knocked a sweeper soldier who rushed up to the ground. The soldier hiding behind the sandbag wiped the blood on his face and touched it subconsciously. Touch your tactical vest.
He didn't touch the grenade on it, and didn't touch the magazine. The weapons he had left were not enough to support him to continue fighting!
"Where's the ammo? Where's the ammo?"
The comrade didn't turn his head back and replied loudly: "No more ammo! They should have brought the ammo up a few minutes ago! Hell!"
"bang!" The electromagnetic tank in the Defensive Array was finally overwhelmed and was hit and caught fire and was paralyzed in place.
The front armor of the electromagnetic tank, which was exhausted and unable to use the magical defense barrier, has been hit dozens of times, and the entire tank is covered with craters and bullet marks, like an art sculpture.
It has been here for 15 minutes, holding off hundreds of attacking sweepers with the sandbags in front and various defenses.
Now, it finally exploded and caught fire, the electromagnetic machine gun on the tank stopped making noise, and the electromagnetic gun no longer roared.
As the tanks burst into flames, the Sweeper's troops had already rushed up, and they recklessly crossed the collapsed sandbag trenches and charged along the rails towards the positions of the Alanhill Imperial defenders.
"Attach the bayonet!" An officer with a bandage on his forehead took out a multipurpose bayonet from his waist and inserted it into his muzzle.
Behind him, another soldier also skillfully pulled out the bayonet from his waist and inserted it into his weapon.
"Long live the emperor! Alanhill will live forever!" The officer stood up first and jumped out of the sandbag-filled trench in the direction of the enemy: "Follow me!"
" Long live the Emperor Your Majesty! Long live Alanhill!" Another soldier stood up, shouting, and rammed into the sweeper soldiers who were already close at hand.
His bayonet stabbed into the enemy's chest, and the enemy's sharp palms had ripped open his body.
The battle on the surface is also going on fiercely, and the main Defensive Array of Fort No. 3 is already in a mess. The trenches here can no longer be seen as they were, and the bunkers here have all been blown up.
Countless Sweepers flanked by Destroyer Tanks were filling the position, and the battle was basically decided.
"Hello? Hello? Yes! Shelling coordinates 48-61! Yes 48-61! That's right!" In a war-torn position, an Alanhill Empire soldier overlooked the swarming enemy, He shouted while tapping on the communication device that was not very useful.
In the earphone, the voice of the officer of the artillery headquarters sounded: "I checked the coordinate parameters, and those are the coordinates of your position! You must be mistaken! Recalculate the coordinates! Just estimate the position. That's it!"
The soldier holding the communicator wiped a handful of blood from his face, gritted his teeth and continued to plead: "Repeat! I did not report an error! The enemy is right in front of us! Fire! Fire at the position where you are!"
He saw the sweeper soldiers who had already turned into the trenches and started to occupy this position, and loudly shouted desperately: "The coordinates are 48-61! I have no more bullets! Don't Leave my body to the enemy! Please!"
"...Farewell, brother!" After a brief sinking, the officer's voice came from the other side of the intercom.
"For Alanhill!" The soldier dropped the communicator in his hand and stared at the sweeper soldier staring at him with relief on his face.
"For Alanhill!" From the earphones at his feet, the officer's solemn shout came: "Coordinates 48-61! Cover shots!"
"Coordinates 48-61! Fire!" In the fort, a gunner with a phone commanded loudly.
The already loaded artillery roared in the next second, a 280mm caliber heavy artillery recoiled quickly, and the muzzle spewed out covering the heavens, shielding the sun. flame.
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"Report!" An officer walked into Chris's office, and after standing at attention and saluting, he handed a message with white-gloved hands Chris: "Your Majesty! 5 minutes ago, General Andrei lit the ammunition depot in the core fortress...General Andrei and General Adair died..."
"Send the obituary... Announcement to the whole army, and... at the funeral, Dez announces a new planet named Andre." Chris froze for a moment, then waved the officer out of his office.
For a long time, he sat on the chair in the office, did not read the complicated report documents, did not ask technical questions, just sat in his own seat and let the time pass by every minute and second. .
I don't know how long it took, Bud pushed the door again and walked in, standing in front of Chris without speaking.
Chris waited for Bude to speak, but he didn't hear Bude's voice for a long time, so he put away his dull eyes from the table, turned to Bude, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The destroyer fleet deployed in the new area 6 used orbital bombardment, and the bombing site was Planet 1 in the new area 6 of the empire... that is the residence of the regional governor." Bud bowed his head Said something that Chris couldn't believe.
At this moment, Chris even thought he was ridiculous. In a short period of time, there were two things that embarrassed him.
"Mutiny?" Chris frowned, and Bud could feel that the surrounding air seemed to solidify.
You know, Chris is not just an emperor of an empire, he is also a magician, a terrifying powerhouse. When his mood fluctuated, that coercion was real, not a person's illusion.
"Yes! Your Majesty!...Another unfortunate news...General Cisse who is presiding over the new 6th district...I'm afraid bode ill rather than well." Bud lowered his head, A message that angered Chris even more.
The bold general from the prairie, the general who went south from Chris and the prairie to pacify Arrant, is such an unfathomable mystery... martyrdom.
He did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of a group of traitors.
"ka-cha!" Chris grabbed the pen in his hand and slammed it on the floor.
(end of this chapter)