Crown of Silence

Chapter 752 Friendship lasts forever

The war situation is urgent.

The supervisor yelled on the pier until his throat was filled with smoke. The pressure from the front line, the tight logistics, the urging from the headquarters, and the commander's order were all overwhelming. These guys were going crazy. Naturally, they couldn't move. More suave.

I don’t have time to explain each one.

"Get up get up get up get up!"

This group of guys stepped on the pedals and rushed into the cabin, kicked open the cabin door, and one by one they pulled the newbies who had just squinted for a while after being seasick in the middle of the night from the bed. The few military policemen behind them followed closely with buckets. They splash awake.

Amidst the sour smell of vomit, the supervisor picked up the nearest person:

"Name! Number! Which formation?"

The blind left eye turned up with a penetrating white, causing the newcomer's expression to twitch. He instinctively straightened up and saluted, and replied loudly: "Second Lieutenant Charles Forbes, No. S7-2287, Sixth Formation of the Royal Band of Musicians!"

The supervisor tore off a strip from a large row of epaulettes, spat, and slapped him on the shoulder, where it stuck.

"Okay, now you are a member of the fourth squadron of the third tank mixed regiment."

The supervisor didn't waste a second or give him a chance to be stunned. He kicked him out of the cabin: "Get off the boat, get your terminal, and get on the bus according to the number!"

Outside the cabin, someone quickly stuffed an Ethernet terminal and three new redemption rifles into his arms: "Let's go, let's go! There are people queuing up behind us!"

Charles was confused, "But, where should we go?"

The distributor pushed him aside and just pointed to his head:

"Someone will tell you."

Soon, as the terminal was activated, a mechanical voice sounded, and a thin illusion appeared in front of his eyes, marking the path and direction on the material, urging him to move forward immediately.

In the chaotic flow of people, the confused Charles stumbled into the queue according to the number, and moved forward involuntarily. When he arrived at the place, someone in the crowded crowd was waiting there, grabbed him, and pulled him to the end. Water tank ahead.

The sweating commander pointed at the door of the chariot:

"The last person is here, get in the car, hurry up!"

Charles moved forward numbly, wanting to get in, but found that all the seats in the chariot were occupied, leaving him with only half of the frame that had just been welded on.

"Am I sitting here?"

Charles' face turned red, "I'm a knight!"

The soldiers in the tank were stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"No one here cares whether you are a knight or not."

The commander kicked him into the chariot and slammed the door, "Bear with it, soldier!"

The chariot roared forward, setting off billowing smoke and dust amidst the hoarse roars of the staff, and headed for the battlefield.

"……where are we going?"

Amidst the noise of mechanical operation, Charles summoned his courage.

"front."

The commander finished his cigarette and said calmly: "We are going to occupy the city hall position and clear a way for those behind us."

As he spoke, he pushed the suspended ether ball equipped on the tank towards Charles, "You are responsible for observation and aiming. The Asgardians are equipped with new weapons aimed at the tank. If it is hit by one shot, the entire tank will be destroyed." It’s all over.”

As he spoke, he made an explosive gesture, "Boom~"

Charles shuddered, thinking that the safety of the entire car was in his hands.

"me……"

"Don't worry, everyone's lives are not in your hands, but mine."

The middle-aged musician in the passenger seat raised his hat to Charles as a salute: "Newcomer, what period are you in?"

Seeing this action, Charles's eyes lit up, "Sixth period! Charles, sir, from Class 3, Class 6, Royal Conservatory of Music, are you?"

"Phase 2."

The middle-aged musician smiled proudly: "Just call me Screw. From now on, you will call me 'Jazz'. Come on."

As he spoke, he threw a cigarette over.

Charles tried hard to suppress his urge to object, and wisely accepted the senior's kindness and this mocking nickname.

In the army, there is always a big leg, and when this big leg is one's own alumni and seniors, one must cherish it even more. If you don't know what is good and what is good, you are asking for trouble.

In a few minutes, everyone was barely familiar with each other.

Just when Screw was telling the funniest part of a pornographic joke, Charles heard a roar, and then his vision went black and the world spun.

The entire chariot seemed to be overturned by a giant. It was pushed and rolled on the ground by the sudden impact. Finally, after collapsing a shop, it reluctantly turned over.

Amidst the sharp ringing in his ears, Charles' vision went dark, and he only felt someone slapping him in the face.

The severe pain woke him up, and he saw the screw's face.

Screw breathed a sigh of relief, showed a forced smile, turned back and shouted to the commander:

"Good news, the newcomer is still alive!"

Amidst the pungent smell of leaked coolant, the screw pulled him up from the ground, then kicked open a lifeless body and stuffed him into the driver's seat:

"Bad news, the wrench's neck is broken. The commander is doing emergency repairs. I have to be in charge of the weapons. Newbie, you drive!"

Charles was at a loss for a long time, looking at the steering wheel in his hand, on the verge of crying.

"I-I can't!"

"Did you see what's under your feet? The red one is the accelerator, the blue one is the brake, just use any of the three power gears!"

Amidst the roaring sounds, Screw's good temper disappeared. Seeing that he was still hesitating, he immediately roared at Charles:

"Hurry up, Sir, no, that name has already died for you once. So hurry up, Xin Ding, there is no new nickname to replace you in death again, don't hesitate, just save your own life!"

Charles didn't dare to hesitate anymore and stepped on the accelerator reluctantly. His will was connected to the alchemy matrix behind the driver's seat. His eyes passed through the thick armor and looked at the battlefield outside.

"Oh my god..."

At that moment, he felt cold all over.

Flames, the city is bathed in flames.

Under the gray sky, roars came one after another, and the city lay on the ground like a dying giant.

Amid the devastation, a convoy of water tanks for follow-up support roared forward, smashing through layers of shops and walls, running over burning wreckage and ruins, and moving forward, flattening the Asgardian defenses one by one.

Behind the tank, the Fourth Corps followed closely, eating dust and crawling into the trench. They closed their eyes and poured bullets when they couldn't see clearly in front of them. Anyway, they just had to pull the trigger, and even children could do it.

They fight and kill like children, and then die as funny as children.

After the skull was lifted open by the iron piece, it looked like a broken wine glass with a few small openings missing.

The brain matter flew away, smeared on the broken wall, mixed with blood, and dripped down.

Outline a sloping arc.

Like a smiling face.

"Come on, kill those Asgardian bitches!"

The screw roared, and Charles gritted his teeth, but the chill and fear that sprang up from his heels made him scream and roar loudly, and he pressed the accelerator under his feet to the bottom.

The chariot seemed to be drunk, and staggered out of the ruins, drawing a weird arc. After crashing through layers of walls and pillars, it fell headlong into a large hole on the ground, and it looked like it was eating. Crawling out of the pit like a corpse.

Crushed the Asgardian support team head-on.

"Hahaha, good job newcomer!"

Screw laughed, opened the hatch cover of the water tank, struggled to shake the wheel handle, raised the heavy steel weapon, and then stepped on the pedals to get half of his body out.

"Asgardian friends, how are you!"

The next moment, the 'Son of the God of Fire' spit out vicious flames.

As the alchemy matrix was activated, the ether flowed, triggering the molten lead reaction. The six-barreled redemption machine gun that was spinning crazily quickly ate into the bullet chain, spewing out a rain of destructive fire.

This redemption weapon modified by the Chainsaw Monks based on the inspiration of 'Hephaestus' has six barrels and thirteen layers of sleeves. The precise and complex mechanical design is enough to supply it with a steady stream of deadly blasts. Metal projectile flow.

It was like a burning metal whip being swung, and everything in its path was cut off cleanly. In just five or six seconds, the group of reinforcements and the people hiding behind the wall bunker all changed together. A corpse that cannot be put together.

The most useful thing about the Musician's Sense is that it can detect living creatures within hundreds of meters around without blind spots. As long as you breathe, there will be ether fluctuations, and as long as you are alive, there will be heart sounds.

No matter how chaotic the sounds outside are, it is a musician's instinct to distinguish these tiny sounds.

As the water tank opened the way in front, the army in the bunker behind also followed, and followed closely to charge towards the Asgardian position.

The leading knight threw away the sword in both hands and took off the heavy weapon on his back. It was a huge steel cross. With the ether fluctuations, a void shield emerged from the cross skeleton, supporting Asgard. Human fire comes forward.

The Knights' Ether Shield Mary MK-II was distributed by the Royal Academy. Newton's proud work withstood the test perfectly. With the suppression of the screws, this position was quickly taken down.

The team made a short correction on the spot and sent the seriously injured people down to the front line.

"Well done, B95!" The leading knight took off his helmet and made a gesture of thanks to the screw: "I have been beaten by these bastards for half an hour!"

Sushuo threw a cigarette and asked, "How was the fight in front?"

The knight spat, "Those guys set up an artillery position on the city hall. If this nail cannot be pulled out, the tank will not be able to drive past it."

After looking through the screw probe, he could vaguely see the remains of the building, and in the distance there was a square full of potholes. Behind the square, there were rows of ether heavy cannon positions.

Who knows when the Asgardians completed the lightweighting of the ether heavy cannon. After the main cannon, which was originally used on warships and large war facilities, was successfully miniaturized, it could be towed by a vehicle.

After forming an artillery position, it can plow all the land within the range like a plow.

The tank they were fighting just now was overturned by the shock wave of this thing. If it were hit directly, it would probably explode on the spot and no one would survive.

After just a few minutes of rest, the knight's terminal made a shrill sound, and the knight spat.

"Damn it, push it, push it, it's killing me."

He waved goodbye, "Take care, friend, we have to take the city hall before reinforcements from their knights arrive. We still have an hour."

I hope we can get the Archangel Armor in time, these idiots are not even willing to grant us the authority of a distortion-level musician..."

"Good luck, friend."

Screw also received the order from above and got back into the car.

Soon, the water tank tank moved forward with a roar and joined the subsequent reinforcement convoy.

The mighty steel torrent rushed on the street, spreading destruction, like a handful of invisible shovels, eradicating all the small red dots marked on the map.

The encirclement was gradually closing in, and they finally launched an attack on the city hall.

Under the cruel pressure of the countdown, the death order of the staff reached everyone's hands, and the general attack began!

Facing the destructive artillery fire of the artillery position, a row of people rushed up, a row of people died, another row of people rushed up, and another row of people died...

The sticky plasma spread on the ground, gradually painting the entire square into a tragic dark red. Looking from the sky, it looked like a huge dining table.

The big mouth of war chewed flesh and blood and spit out broken debris.

Devastated.

In the musician's observation, the battlefield scene was sent to all directions along the etheric network, to the Privy Council, the General Staff, the front-line headquarters, the south, the north, and even the depths of the dark world.

Finally, it came to a water mirror in the air.

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In the silence, the blurred projection swayed, without sound.

But the two viewers sitting in the front were concentrating, and after a long time, they retracted their sight and picked up the teacup in front of them.

It was also a bitter medicinal tea, so unpalatable that I began to doubt my life as soon as I took a sip.

"The kids seem to be doing well."

Shi Dong touched his iron head and sighed softly, "Although I regret aging, I feel happy every time I see the heroic figures of young people."

The person next to him sighed: "Do you feel happy watching the younger generation grow up?"

"No, it's because they bleed on the battlefield and suffer the same hardships and crimes as I did back then."

Shi Dong smacked his lips, feeling the iron smell lingering on the tip of his tongue, and smiled with satisfaction: "Watching the weak among them die and the strong survive... Only here can I... At this time, I will feel that I have a companion and am not alone. "

"Ah, I understand, I understand!"

The old man named Caligula slapped his thigh excitedly, his eyebrows flying: "It's just like the first time I attended a party when I was a child, right?

The excitement of meeting new friends is simply unforgettable!"

Speaking of this, the two old men looked at each other in agreement, as if they were meeting close friends. Caligula touched his pocket and took out two small paper bags, and his smile became strange:

"Have a sip?"

"Okay!"

Shi Dong nodded happily.

The two old men representing Anglo and the Winged People took psychedelic drugs in a diplomatic occasion.

After a long time, Shi Dong rolled his eyes and exclaimed happily:

"What a rare good stuff!"

Like a friend drinking wine, Caligula smiled proudly: "I grew it myself. Only the dark world can grow such a strong taste! I'll give you two bags later!"

"Okay, okay!"

Shi Dong clapped his hands happily: "I wish our friendship will last forever!"

"Yeah, forever!"

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