Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 1805 1806 Rapid progress

Thick smoke of gunpowder, like rags torn by a giant beast, rolled violently over the battlefield, blocking the sky and the sun.

The gray-black clouds were low and oppressive, swallowing up the already thin sunlight, dragging this desolate land into deeper despair.

Deafening explosions came one after another, like giant beasts roaring, each time making Li Rui's heart tremble; the roar of machine guns was sharp and harsh, and bullets whizzed through the air, like the **** of death whispering in his ears; the wails of the injured The sounds are intermittent, painful and desperate, adding a touch of chilling tragedy to this purgatory-like scene; all the sounds are intertwined to form a chaotic, cruel, and frightening symphony of death.

"Damn it, can't these **** **** surrender honestly?" The Tang Army soldier holding a new assault rifle gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice full of anger.

At his feet was an elf soldier who had been killed. Under the M35 helmet that blocked his face, a pointed ear could be vaguely seen.

There are some wooden handle grenades scattered next to the corpse, and some brass bullet casings are mixed in the soil: the elven soldiers also stayed here for a while, and they lasted longer than the Netherlands during World War II.

To be fair, the elves and dwarves troops encountered by the Tang Army generally had stronger will to fight. These so-called alien races are very capable of fighting, which is an important reason why they can still exist in a world with more humans despite their relatively small population.

The blood splattered on the pit walls was particularly shocking in the trench. After dealing with the elf soldiers here, the Tang Army soldiers who continued to advance along the trenches began to move forward.

They hunched their bodies, like vigilant beasts, clinging to the trench wall, trying to avoid the bullets whizzing above their heads, and advancing cautiously.

This **** trench had been plowed by artillery fire countless times. The soil was as soft as a woman's breasts, exuding a disgusting rotten smell.

The walls of the pit that were originally reinforced with cement are now almost unrecognizable from their original appearance, and the wooden boards covering the bottom of the trench under their feet are also broken into pieces. It will make a crunching sound when you step on it, making people worry about whether they have been discovered by the enemy every time they take a step forward.

But in fact, no one cares about the little sounds at all. Machine guns are roaring in the distance, and the roar of tank engines can also be heard clearly. No one cares about the little strange sounds at all, because they are everywhere here. Strange sounds.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with the strong smell of blood, which hit the nose and made people almost nauseous.

Soon, these Tang Army soldiers who entered the trenches came to a corner. Qualified trenches will have turns almost every few meters. A trench with twists and turns is a qualified trench. A straight trench can only May appear in amateur film and television works.

In the world before Tang Mo traveled, straight trench bunkers often appeared in movies. Such things were difficult to function in actual combat, and they were not even considered cannon fodder.

Then, at this turning point, the soldiers of the Tang Army heard an elf soldier not far away complaining to his commander: "Platoon leader, this battle can't be fought! The firepower of the Tang Army is too strong, and we don't have much ammunition left." "

A trembling young voice sounded in Li Rui's ears, with a crying tone, full of fear and despair.

It sounds like this elf soldier is obviously a new recruit. This boy has just been recruited from the rear and has not seen a real battlefield. Now he is frightened out of his wits, and there is a foul smell emanating from his crotch.

"Shut up! If you cry out again, I'll shoot you!" The elf platoon leader scolded dissatisfiedly, and the recruit's crying stopped abruptly.

The elf platoon leader was already irritable enough now. He didn't have time to listen to the futile complaints of a new recruit: the enemy was probably already preparing to attack and break through his defense line, and he had to prepare as soon as possible.

In fact, there was not even a single anti-tank rocket launcher in good condition on his position. You must know that they are still relatively elite troops of the Yangmu Empire, and their equipment level is among the best among the coalition forces.

Speaking of excitement, the elf officer turned his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and roared at the panicked soldiers. His voice was hoarse but full of power: "Fight to the end for His Majesty the Emperor!"

Those elf soldiers who had just begun to think about retreat were trembling with fear, and then quickly gave up the idea of ​​​​escape, and quickly hugged their weapons tightly, with fear in their eyes, and continued to prepare for the battle tremblingly.

"Cheer up, everyone! We are the elite of the empire and your Majesty's most loyal warriors! What are you afraid of? Hold on to your position until the last second!" The elf platoon leader glanced at the remaining soldiers in the trench. He spoke in encouragement.

His voice was hoarse but firm and powerful. Hearing his voice, the remaining elven soldiers began to cheer up and echoed: "Yes! Even if you die, you have to take a few people with you!"

His eyes fell on a young soldier beside him, who was the recruit who just spoke. At this moment, the young elf soldier was holding the Mauser rifle in his hand tightly and looking at the approaching platoon leader anxiously.

The elf platoon leader patted him **** the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look: "Don't be conquered by the fear in your heart! Behind us is the motherland, so we would rather die than take a step back!"

"Chug, tug, tug!" The machine gun in the distance roared again, and bullets poured like raindrops into invisible places.

It seemed that the Tang Army also started taking action on the front, so a firepower point exposed itself regardless of the danger and fired a series of tracer bullets at the Tang Army.

The Tang Army's counterattack also came very quickly. The bullets hit the trench wall, splashing up bursts of dust, some debris flying, and even flying into the trench here. The dirt shattered by the bullet hit the soldier's face, causing a sting.

Withdrawing their heads, the attacking Tang Army soldiers had confirmed that the other side had not noticed their arrival at all. So he stretched out his fist and raised his thumb behind him.

Several comrades understood it, and the next order became logical. After confirming that he was not exposed, the Tang Army soldier made a fist-clenching motion, put down his rifle with the other hand, made a pulling motion, and then made a gesture of letting go and throwing forward. Anyone who is familiar with the Tang Army's tactical movements knows what this means, so behind the Tang Army pioneer who opened the way, the two Tang Army soldiers who had been following him took off the grenades from their chests and opened the safety ring on them.

"Three!" The Tang Army soldier at the beginning gestured a number, and then he gestured another number "two". After seeing him sign "one", the Tang Army soldiers behind him who were preparing to throw grenades also made corresponding throwing movements.

The spring safety guards that had been fixed before were now completely free. After the Tang Army soldiers released the fingers that pressed them, the safety guards flew to the side with a click.

The next second, the leading Tang Army soldier saw his comrade choose a relatively effective position and direction and throw the grenade just right.

The grenade that had been fully activated rolled down into the trench and reached the feet of the timid elf soldiers. It wasn't until the grenade hit the toe of the elf soldier's shoe that the oval-shaped grenade stopped.

Feeling something rolling into the trench, the elf recruit lowered his head to look for it. When he saw clearly that it was a grenade, the fuse inside the grenade had already hit the detonator.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion sounded in the narrow trench. The shock wave was mixed with soil, gravel and flesh, raging like a violent beast.

The elf recruit who looked terrified just now didn't even have time to utter a scream before he was blown into a ball of blood mist. His Mauser rifle was also twisted and deformed in the explosion, and its parts flew out like a goddess scattering flowers, covering the surrounding area. His comrades were beaten to pieces.

At the center of the explosion, a huge fireball rose into the sky, as if a bloodthirsty beast opened its terrifying maw, devouring everything around it. The wooden supports of the trenches were blown to pieces, and dirt and rocks were thrown into the air, only to rain down again.

Several elven soldiers who were closer to the explosion point were instantly torn into pieces, with their limbs and arms and mud flying to every corner of the trench. Their internal organs and intestines were blown out of their bodies and hung on the trench walls like shocking abstract paintings.

Some soldiers, although fortunately not killed directly, were seriously injured. Their calves were blown off, exposing the white bones. Blood poured out of the wounds like a fountain, dyeing their originally neat military uniforms red.

"Ahhh!" The shrill screams echoed in the trenches. The surviving elf soldiers were frightened by the sudden blow. They held their heads and desperately wanted to escape from this **** on earth. However, the narrow trenches became their prison, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

An elf soldier was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion. His ears were ringing and his eyes were blood red. He struggled to stand up, only to find that his left leg had been blown off, leaving only a **** limb connected to his thigh. The white bone stubble was exposed, which was shocking.

He wailed desperately and wanted to reach out to cover the bleeding wound, but found that his hand was also **** and bloody, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Another elf soldier had slightly better luck. He was only hit in the abdomen by fragments of the explosion and did not suffer fatal injuries. However, the severe pain still made him moan in pain. He clutched his stomach and rolled in pain on the ground. Blood kept pouring out from between his fingers, staining the soil under him red.

He couldn't hear the sounds around him, and could only see his still alive comrades' mouths widening with painful expressions. There was only a buzzing sound in his ears, and at this moment he couldn't even feel the pain in his legs.

A young elf soldier sat up from the pile of corpses. His face was covered with blood, and his frightened eyes were full of the desire for life. He saw a comrade struggling to get up, and subconsciously reached out his hand to grab the last glimmer of hope.

It was a pity that the comrade was hit by a bullet on the way up, and blood spattered everywhere, even spraying on the face of the elf soldier sitting among the corpses.

The remaining elven soldiers, who had long since lost their souls, looked blankly in the direction where the bullets were flying, and saw the soldiers of the Tang Army who had already reached their faces with rifles.

"Help, help..." He shouted with all his strength, but he couldn't hear his own voice. Before he could raise his hands while sitting on the ground, a bullet had penetrated his forehead.

He fell straight down and hit the body behind him... Darkness hit, and he no longer felt anything.

The hunched-over Tang Army soldiers passed by his body and continued to fire at the elven soldiers who had not yet recovered from the shock of the grenade explosion.

The muzzle of the gun flashed once and for a while, but the deafened elf soldiers couldn't hear the terrifying sound at all. They didn't even know that the enemy had arrived. Many people thought that the Tang army's shelling had directly hit their trenches.

But soon they saw the enemies who were firing with weapons. These enemies followed one by one and passed by them in an orderly manner. Some people were responsible for the left and some were responsible for the right. The muzzles were pointed very carefully, and there were almost no blind spots. .

Some of the elven soldiers who saw these people subconsciously raised their hands, and some lowered their heads to look for their lost weapons, but they were all quickly knocked down by precise bursts of fire and lay together with the corpses of their companions.

It wasn't until the last elf soldier fell that the soldiers of the Tang Army began to replace their magazines. In fact, they only killed a dozen elven soldiers in total, which didn't sound like a particularly large number.

But this can be considered a very large stronghold. There are two machine guns in the front and ammunition reserves on the side. This place is not far from the machine gun bunker that is firing to block the Tang army's advance. It was obviously built to cover the flanks of that bunker.

But now this place has been captured, and the elf soldiers near the machine gun bunker that is firing don't seem to know what is happening on their flanks.

They didn't need to know, because just a few seconds later, a precise 100mm grenade from the Tang Army hit the machine gun bunker. When the Tang Army soldiers passed by, they only saw the bodies of the Elf soldiers and the defeated Elf soldiers. Abandoned mangled guns and empty wooden ammunition boxes.

Another elves' trench was captured. After two days of continuous fighting, the Tang army had broken into the coalition's defense line for more than ten kilometers. This advancement speed was many times faster than the elves had previously expected.