MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 861 soil plane

How long has it been?

a year? a month? one day? One hour?

Or just... a few minutes?

The noisy sound became far away, Beckett woke up from his lost trance, and the next moment he shrank his head, because the sky was roaring with lightning, the earth was shaking faintly, and there were explosions everywhere.

He remembered who he was, his origins, and his experiences.

A few months ago, he was still Tassio's Sword and Shield Guard of the Arcane Heartscorer, and then he was selected from the original unit to join a special unit called the Howling Stormtroopers.

Take off the heavy armor, put on a black coat and enchanted soft armor, give up the blazing sword and the rune tower shield, and replace it with a long-range weapon named "blaster" and a small bow with enchanted arrows. And extravagant alchemy bombs and even tactical scrolls...a wealth of equipment never seen before.

Three times the salary package.

Faster promotion channels.

as well as…

Very generous pension.

Using the best potions, with the magical assistance of the top arcan masters, advance like a ghost, break into the enemy's defense line, and tear open a gap for the follow-up troops to drive straight in.

This is their task.

He thought that this was by no means an easy and leisurely job.

He soon discovered that he had made a mistake.

- This is **** at all.

He didn't know how he passed out, the last memory before was a huge force that pushed him suddenly. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but in a blink of an eye, there was the body of his companion not far away.

He had already recognized the identities of these dead people. Captain Gesara had his jaw smashed, but he could still recognize the identity of the half of his face from the scary scar on his forehead.

Oh, this is Reiner, the town man from Nastshire, who keeps boasting about a beautiful fiancée with straight legs and long, thin legs, but what's the use?

Beckett picked up the rifle with difficulty and found that the delicate weapon engraved with the silver magic pattern had broken in the middle. He scolded and drew out the small crossbow, checked the enchanted crossbow arrow in the launch box, and took a deep breath. Breathe, get ready to stand up—

but failed.

The hands are shaking, the lungs are panting violently, the back is wet, the body refuses to execute the brain's instructions, that is the attack of fear, panic and anxiety grip the heart.

Former Tasio Sword and Shield Guard, now Howling Stormtrooper Beckett is a coward—his brain says so, urging him to accept the status quo at ease, as it is now, curled up like a dog among the corpses of the dead Tail and head, just lie down here.

It's a chaotic war, and there's only one life.

The memory was slowly recovering, and he remembered the previous massacre. Kant's soldiers were like terrifying ghosts, fighting fearlessly with powerful weapons.

He fought and fought with his own team, and he never saw a single enemy's body, which made him even more terrified by the bombardment of heavy artillery and the river of fire falling from the sky. He even felt that the trenches and ravines extending in all directions seemed to be a labyrinth drawn by the dragon of Aurora, like a **** arena, in which these people fought and bleed tragically, just to please this demon-like shock Dan people…

How can such a wicked thing happen.

So - just lie down like this forever.

Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of cowardice, at this moment, Beckett finally realized that this war was not his. It was as if he had died once, and the country boy who longed for the life of a high-class man and was determined to join the army to change his fate might really have died in the fierce battle just now.

What lives is a coward, a remorseful coward.

- But he just wanted to hear the noise of his family and miss the country's air full of cow dung. He only wanted a small bedroom without a chair, and it didn't even matter if he lived in a room with his brother. It's better to spend a lifetime on that oppressive, colorless and future farm than to hunker down like maggots in a muddy ditch, just to stay alive, and that's it.

Beckett slowly put down the crossbow and fell into the foul-smelling mud, guilt, remorse, and shame overwhelmed by fear, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Just pretend to be dead... that's it, there were still screams and screams nearby, Beckett turned a deaf ear, he could even hear fearless warriors leaping in from the outside, making brave roars, he just tightly Close your eyes and pretend to be a dead person, or at least a comatose person.

Let's talk about it after the battle is over... If the council wins, go back to the team. If Kant won, he surrendered. Then I tried every means to return to my hometown, my father was right, and ordinary life is the greatest happiness.

-Unfortunately, when you truly realize the truth and correctness of your father's generation, it is often accompanied by a heavy price of personal experience...or regret. A lot of things are like that.

the other side of the battlefield.

"-defense!"

The boiling magic constrains the scattered elements, forming a thick wall of water, blocking the crowd. The cone-shaped bullet broke into the fluid and dragged out the tumbling spray trajectory. During the turbulence, the terrifying force was disintegrated. When those terrifying gadgets rushed out from the other end of the water wall, they were already crooked. , Even children can not be injured, lost all threats.

"Counter-attack-"

The ground beneath his feet shook with sharp stone thorns, the commandos behind the water wall roared and threw alchemy bombs, frost erupted, poison clouds dispersed, flames swept from the side, the brave who met in a narrow path won, and the arcane hunter Miller raised his staff. , the burst of lightning bursts wildly and wildly along the water gun that sprayed forward.

The soldiers of the Far Harbor in odd suits were frustrated and retreated.

Or it just disappeared into a purple streamer without a trace.

This assault team moved forward in high spirits, using detection spells to determine the enemy's position, and cooperated with extremely tacit tactics. They rushed along the trenches and repelled the blocking enemies along the way. The newcomer joined in, and went all the way from the low traffic trench to a firepower point.

"Hellfire!"

The tactical coordination has been extremely skilled. The bullets shot from the fire point were intercepted by two water walls. Another caster in the team threw a dazzling light ball. Taking advantage of this cover, Miller rolled forward from the side. Use the birch staff to press the flame slot of the left wrist brace to supplement the magic power.

Blazing hellfire spewed out of his hands and was involved in the airtight bunker.

When all signs of life died down, they extinguished the flame and rushed into it. The heavy weapons fired from this fort to the battlefield were endless, like a scythe of destruction, harvesting the lives of unknown soldiers, but Miller led people deep into it, but did not find a single wreckage, nor did he find any enemy corpses.

They knew they couldn't stay in one place for too long, Kant's evil eye was watching the land, maybe a counterattack would come soon, but they were already thirsty and hungry.

There were no weapons in the bunker, but there were several crossbow boxes with yellow arrows in them. The soldiers grabbed one at random, and recovered the weapons and equipment of the Aurora people in exchange for rewards.

Beyond that, they found food and drink, and after a simple poison check, Miller shared two large bottles of Coke with his teammates. They took turns drinking, letting the coffee-colored air rush out of the mouth of the bottle and the corners of their mouths, splashing on their faces and even their noses, and ate up a bucket of Snickers and two bags of beef jerky in bursts of laughter. Eat and drink quickly, and don't say anything unnecessary.

Even if these things taste really good.

Even these things that taste good mean some terrible things.

But no one mentions it, and sometimes you just have to ignore something, forget it, or life won't survive. Everyone should only do one thing, just like now, the entire team is fighting hard and has no time to give birth to other thoughts... They don't think about why the soldiers in Far Harbor always disappear out of thin air after being injured or frustrated. , turned into purple light, thinking about this matter is completely meaningless and unnecessary.

Miller threw the empty Coke bottle on the ground, and heard the whistling sound of cannonballs passing through the sky.

He stood on the flat ground of the bunker and looked around. He only felt that this airtight room was very elegant, but it made him uneasy. After the battle, in addition to repairing, complicated thoughts came to his mind.

He was suddenly terrified—he should have been, the battlefield was like hell, and there might be a few heavily armed Far Harbor soldiers rushing out of the corner ahead, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang Or a roaring large weapon that sprays out many projectiles, which can shatter unprepared soldiers in one fell swoop. And that's just one of the dangers, here's where **** is dead.

At this moment, trembling and daze also appeared one after another. He couldn't figure out the meaning and purpose of his being here, and he couldn't understand why he was fighting this **** battle. He was also uneasy, what would happen next? When can it end? Can this battle be won? and also…

—The heavy touch on his shoulders dragged him out of this madness.

He turned his head and saw a familiar face, with mud sticking to his beard, and handing over a plate of coffee-colored snacks, which faintly exuded a charming sweet fragrance.

"The last piece, eat it."

Miller reached out and took it, biting the chocolate into his mouth, he laughed slowly, because the voices around him came back, and that voice was more important than anything, awakening him from the unfounded fear and daze, he still didn't know what to do. He knew what he was going to do, but staying here, among his comrades, he felt at ease.

Because they can protect him, they can support him, he also belongs to them, is one of them... They have the same fate, the same experience, even the same fear, in this cruel battlefield, with simple but heavy The way is connected, the blood is connected.

The comrade-in-arms in front of him showed a wolf-like smile.

"Let's continue."

Miller nodded, his smile pure and evil: "Okay."

They formed a battle formation, roared out of the trenches, and began a new round of killing.

Miller served as a sharp knife, and while his teammates provided defense and suppressed the enemy with magic, they continued to attack, but they had forgotten the meaning of battle. They just wanted to fight or destroy something. Only in this way can despair and fear be dispelled.

The tactics are already extremely mature. The water wall can block the enemy's weapon fire, and then use alchemy bombs, battle scrolls and spells to suppress them to repel them. When encountering enemies in the room, use flash explosion and hellfire. A new enemy has appeared.

Miller cast a fireball, burning the puddles in front of him into a cloud of steam, and lightning bolts shot into the water mist, triggering an electro-optical chain. Le vaguely saw that the weapons used by the enemy this time seemed to be different.

Grenade guns, rocket launchers, recoilless guns.

The bursting heavy warhead exploded as soon as it touched the water wall.

The confined fluid can block the in-depth penetration of the bullet, but cannot cope with the impact of the explosion. Language is difficult to describe the mechanical application that the incompressible liquid faces under the push of one after another. Inflicts roaring power.

And language is also difficult to describe the ending of this team with a water wall as a shield. The violent water flow reverses and bursts, like thousands of sharp knives, stabbed and bombarded, and it swept past like a broken bamboo.

Half of Miller's head was embedded in the wet and rotten sidewall of the trench, blood and water trickled down from the forehead, seeping into his eyes, washing away the shock and...

"Codename Skylark... Broken rib, broken legs, bleeding belly, emergency treatment, no, I don't need medical assistance, it's in a good position, no one notices me."

Among the corpses, the lying spy moved his mouth lightly. He used a short-distance communication device to contact the headquarters, and his eyes that showed signs of bleeding struggled to watch the battlefield from here.

"Kant's weapon advantage is still extremely powerful, and the fluid shield tactics are rapidly failing. I, I suspect that they have an extremely efficient real-time communication device, which can even be specific to each soldier..."

"Equally specific to every soldier, space teleportation can be performed. Whether it is an injured soldier or a trapped soldier, it can be teleported away. It is extremely difficult to kill the enemy..."

"I've managed to get a close look at the rapid-fire details of the enemy weapon..."

"Found a new fire location, I'm calculating the coordinates, ready to submit..."

The pale-faced spy covered the wound in his abdomen, his voice getting lower and lower, he took out the potion in his arms tremblingly, and slowly drank it, a morbid blush appeared on his face.

"My situation is okay, the soldiers are dying, please tell your Excellency the great speaker, every soldier is doing his duty and fighting the enemy bravely..."

Soldiers dragging their comrades from their hometowns trudged through the muddy trenches, fumbling for healing potions from every corpse, rummaging and slapping their comrades in the face to keep him awake.

Braving the artillery fire to suppress the steady stream of soldiers rushing into the trenches, the battle started roaring.

One firepower point was removed.

The soldiers attacked and retreated, with heavy casualties, but the fighting continued, and death followed.

The coward lying in the pile of corpses prayed desperately and missed the simple life. He wanted to go back to the quiet and warm night in the countryside and take a long sleep on the cool field, even if he had already woken up.

Those braver than him have fallen asleep, drowning in unawakened dreams.

The battlefield is chaotic and terrifying, like the **** mouth of a giant beast, swallowing and chewing the creatures, making people crazy with fear. The mages in the rear position were desperately squeezing their magic power, and the officers drove the restless soldiers across the long battlefield to attack the enemy's main formation. Pale faces embedded in mud, painful hands cramping like chicken feet, dying people trying to catch anything they can count on... Dead people are about to die.

And the living people become gamblers, desperately stacking chips on the high platform, soldiers' lives, their own lives, squeezing all enthusiasm, potential and life in the battle of life and death, but they don't know what they want to win. Only the stench of wind swept across the charred field, and everyone was thinking about one thing.

- As long as you win! Just win!

But when will victory come? When can we beat Kant?

The question drives me crazy, but soldiers can only fight like wild beasts in madness.

Until more and more purple streamers rushed into the sky.

In the slaughter of hell, the word of heaven swept across the earth.

"Won-"

I don't know who is cheering.

"Kant withdrew—"

"The Far Harbor man ran away—"

The results of the atmospheric perspective mirror were presented in front of the commanders, and then swept across the battlefield like a lark's voiceless voice. The Far Harbor people were already retreating on a large scale. The front line of the enemy's position had been torn apart by the Howling Commandos. , the Far Harbors were defeated!

The soldiers in the position cheered excitedly, cried in collapse, or laughed wildly. Some people sat down and did not get up again. Some people scolded and cried aloud. The footsteps, the inspirational speeches of the officers lifted everyone's heart - the brave soldiers fought back the brutal Aurora Dragon with fearlessness and sacrifice!

Half of Warrior Miller's head is still embedded in the mud.

The spy code-named Hibiscus slowly turned his head, showing a gratified smile.

Soldiers holding seriously wounded friends cried and laughed.

The stormtroopers had not seen a new enemy for several minutes.

Coward Beckett sat up from the corpse, and he heard the triumphant cheers, his face mixed with emotion.

-Sudden.

He only felt that the sound of the whole world disappeared, and the muddy soil in front of him suddenly cracked.

At that moment, he saw the light.

The next moment, as if the whole world lit up.

Like all the thunder and lightning in the sky roaring at the same time, on the long and **** death line of the Far Harbor Legion, a huge red fireball shot up into the sky, slamming the long line of defense, and then lifted it all into the air, rolling out the air and black smoke, throwing it. An endless stream of smoke, dust and mud erupted like a volcanic eruption, engulfing this position in an instant.

The violent shock wave swept across, and the reinforcements that were about to reach the Far Harbor position fell in groups, their bodies twisted like ragdolls, as if they were hit by the heaviest warhammer frontally, and the soldiers farther away escaped, but also He was knocked to the ground by the roar of the earth, and he let out a subconscious scream.

Everyone is stupid!

They stared blankly at the death field in front of them. Whether it was a newly recruited recruit, a veteran soldier who had experienced war, or a noble and powerful spellcaster, they all showed fear, and their faces were covered with horror. Let the swept gale wrapped around the stump of the sky and smashed the body like rain.

The spellcasting ceased, the magic tool was stagnant, and the charge was interrupted.

The soldiers stared blankly, the chills spreading and the panic dissipating.

They witnessed the sudden and terrifying explosion that killed the occupied enemy positions and all the friendly troops that had invaded them, and lifted everything into the sky.

Stories of bravery, cowardice, indomitable, great, sad stories.

The strong wind ripped everything to pieces.

The soldiers in these councils suddenly realized something.

—Dragon of Aurora, Kant of Far Harbor, Mage of Forbidden Magic, this unprecedented terrifying enemy repaid their heroic fighting with the most cruel, cold-blooded and tyrannical means, mocked their efforts and sacrifices, and shredded the name of honor The false cloak of war reveals the true face of war to all.

The entire battlefield was silent.

There is no more explicit atrocity and narrative than this.

In the face of the imminent victory, the tyrannical light engulfed everything, extinguished the fire of glory in the hearts of the soldiers, and made all meaningful things meaningless, only the dark smoke rushed into the sky and rolled ugly. , let everything be annihilated into humble dust.

The huge mushroom cloud took off and deformed. Under the manipulation of invisible power, it finally turned into a huge middle finger, which was clearly visible to everyone in the direction of the vanguard of the council.

Then, a voice swayed from the smoke and dust, stirred by the wind and thunder, and resounded through the charred field.

Everyone could hear the anger and determination in that voice.

"Griffin Williams!"

It's like the declaration and judgment of the gods coming down from the sky.

"You will pay for every life you die yesterday, today and tomorrow."

In response to this voice, the surging magic power shot out from the Arcane cluster in the vanguard position. The surging bombardment spells rolled the wind and blizzard, and dispelled the **** composed of thick smoke and black mist.

The angry voice of the Grand Chancellor echoed across the battlefield.

"You have all seen it! The cruel Aurora refuses to accept defeat, and even sacrifices the warriors under his command to kill them with our brave warriors. This cruel practice will surely be spurned by the entire mortal world. The vile Aurora has finally revealed the true face of evil—"

"Brave Soldiers of the Council, burn your wrath, the warriors will not die in vain, for they reveal the hypocrisy of Kant at the cost of their lives! Neither the Far Harbor nor the Goethes will swear allegiance to him, for no one will Follow the cruel and vicious monarch, now, at my command..."

—The voice stopped abruptly.

Because the huge mushroom cloud set off by the Far Harbor position was dispelled by magic, revealing the fragmented land and the huge cave that was blasted out, the most tyrannical force destroyed the green field, leaving ugly scars on the ground, and in the position After the ruins, as far as the eye can see...

One after another purple crystal pillars are suspended in the air, casting a large halo of halo. Under the brilliant and scattered streamer, trenches, bunkers, Guantong stations, traffic trenches... The new copper walls and iron walls emerge from the miracle of the phase at a suffocating speed. Jump out, deploy and take shape, unfolding mightily.

The wind in the distance brought the roar of the army, which was the symphony of iron and fire, like an iron hoof stepping over the silent council army formation, resounding in the dark and gloomy sky.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

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PS1: …It’s still a pity, this chapter could have been written better, but it’s a pity that my physical condition and personal condition are too poor to write the feeling I want. This feeling of incompetence and fury is just maddening.