Chapter 357: Blood Banner (18)

Re-becoming the master of his own body made Yushkin gasp, his muscles cramped, and his nerves reacted like electric disturbances, but he stood up and endured the pain, trying his best to make him appear not to be shocked. Trembling.
He looked at the battlefield where he had previously fought. At this time, it had turned into a huge deep pit. The corpses of humans and Oak were scattered where they died, and the armor and body were torn and shattered by the huge energy and ripped.
"We failed."
The mysterious man put on his robe condensed by shadows again, and a tired voice came from the scorpion-shaped helmet. Juskin looked at him. He thought the voice was familiar.
"who are you?"
"We have seen it."
Behind the dark eyepieces, a sly gaze made Eugene conscious of something suddenly.
"Are you... Diego?"
"I haven't seen you in a long time, Colonel Eugene."
The remaining Night Blade gradually gathered around the two. Thirty people before the departure, now there are only six people, including Nutans, everyone has different degrees of wounds, and one of them has lost his left arm. , But no one speaks, and no one calls for rescuers. They stand like this, as if the lack of a limb is just a trivial matter.
"Good job."
The other party's appreciation didn't make Yushkin happy. He glanced at the chain sword in his hand and sent it to the other party.
To his surprise, Diego shook his head and refused.
"You deserve it, Colonel."
"It...it can't exert all its power in my hands, I just mean mortals."
"mortal……"
Diego's eyes swept across the battlefield. The surviving soldiers were carrying the wounded and the dead, as well as the identity cards that had disappeared. Their faces were mixed with tears and blood, but no one spoke out.
"...With a mortal body, no great cause can be forged, and no one is more suitable than you."
Then he glanced at the cracked tiger's mouth again and said with a smile:
"But you have to prepare a pair of thick gloves."
Eugene also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.
"Go and greet your victory, Colonel Eugene, I think you know better what to do than me."
Leaving this sentence, Diago drifted away with the remaining Night Blade.
Eugene was silent for a while, looked up and shouted:
"Philips!"
No one responded to him.
"Philips?"
There was still only silence, but the nearby soldiers heard his shout, and one of the soldiers with gauze on his head came limping and said:
"Sir, I saw the captain take someone to stop Greenskin from taking our flag..."
Eugene rushed towards the command post and hurried towards the command post. On the way, he carefully looked at each body and confirmed that there was no deputy in it.
Then he stopped in front of the fallen flag.
He held out his trembling hand and slowly lifted the corner of the regimental flag.
When that familiar face appeared in front of him, Eugene's body shook, and finally he struck the ground with a chain sword before falling down.
He died, his eyes widened with unwillingness and anger, a fist-sized hole was opened in his chest, and his right hand clung to the corner of the regimental flag until death.
Eugene squatted down, holding the hand of his best friend, pressing his chest like a huge stone, waiting to vent.
Under his grip, Phillips' hand was loosened a little bit, and Yushkin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and picked up the regimental flag together with the broken flagpole.
At this time, the original blue regimental flag had been completely dyed into a mottled red, and many cracks and holes were added, which did not look better than the rags in the kitchen.
But Eushkin held it high, let the soldiers find Shabal’s previous helmet, find another Ok’s head, buckle the helmet on that head, and then put their filthy battle flag into Ok’s In the mouth, finally picked up on the flagpole.
"Bad! Gather!"
Within ten seconds of issuing the password, all the surviving soldiers quickly assembled in front of Eushikin. He glanced at a total of 139 people.
Give the regimental flag to a soldier beside him, and Ushkin pulls the chain sword into the ground and says aloud:
"Today, I am proud of you! But now it's close to the end, we still need to fight, a group! Tell me! Can you still fight?"
"can!"
No matter how tired or painful, everyone tried their best to make the loudest sound they could make, and even some people spurted blood when they roared.
"Okay, my brothers, our comrades! The time to defend has passed, now it's our turn!"
In accordance with the method taught by Diego before leaving, Eugene ran his thumb over the rune on the hilt, and the weapon immediately whispered hungrily.
"Bad! Follow my orders! Attack!!"
On Aksum's four battalions, one battalion, Ok has crossed several fronts, and now there are only more than thirty people in the four companies who are guarding the last line of defense.
"Fuck! What are you guys!? An Imperial soldier or a little girl at a naughty ball!?"
The fourth company commander Ivanov was standing at the forefront of the line of defense with a sword of war. One of his arms had been lost. The bandaged gauze was still dripping blood, but this did not affect his loud voice.
"Have your mother taught you how to shoot!?"
The beard of his chin shook with anger, and as he walked across the trenches, the soldiers all shot harder.
"Sir, I..."
"Don't answer me! Should there be a line of defense? If so, you shoot me! Kant! Aim and shoot!"
He walked past a soldier and kicked his ass.
"Not aiming all the time! Aiming and aiming! Let your bad gun fire!"
"Yes!"
"Bilbo! Don't change bullets like a twitching octopus! Big bird man! Father's ass, can't you throw the grenade farther than your pee!? Or I'll give you a spoon to let Go fight against the green skin! Or two, you idiots!"
A green leather howl jumped into the trench, and Ivanov raised his sword and cut his arm with his head at the moment he hadn't stood still. His strength was not inferior to the monster he killed .
"Levine! Bring me your eyes bright, and then put the green leather in, and I will put the grenade into you and let you go to explode!"
"Sir!"
A soldier suddenly cried, and Ivanov turned impatiently.
"The Father is on! What's wrong? Do I have to do anything?"
"No~EbookFREE.me~ Look!"
Looking in the direction of the soldier's finger, Ivanov was stunned. He saw that his regiment was leading the person rushing here, and there was a flag flying beside him. What is still stuffed in his head.
He was shocked on this side, as was Oak on the other side.
"Yes, boss!"
"The boss is dead!?"
"The boss was killed by shrimp!"
Shabal's helmet is so conspicuous that no kid admits his mistakes. The original army of high spirits suddenly fell into defeat.
"Ivanov! Follow me! Catch this bastard!!!"
When Eushikin passed through the trenches of the four companies, he waved at the company commander, and the other party immediately jumped out of the trenches.
"Laozi has been waiting for a long time! Puppies! Run!"
For a time, a bizarre scene appeared. The original turbulent army slid down the hillside like a low tide. A few human soldiers followed, chasing the retreating enemies, and it was their Head of the Ushkin.
A green skin was tripped because he didn't pay attention to his feet. When he just got up, a roaring chain sword cut his head from behind.
"The time for revenge is here!"
Yushkin turned around and watched a group of remnants of soldiers jump out of each line of defense. They were in twos and threes, none of them without injuries, but still maintaining a strong fighting spirit.
He raised his weapon high and waved it forward.
"Bound! Charge!!!!"
"kill!!!!"
More than two hundred soldiers gathered around him, forming a raging storm, knocking far more enemies down the hillside.
Farther away, the main line maintained by the Axum Corps is already in jeopardy.