Chapter 682: Diary (on)

This is a day of ruin, and I faithfully record this day.
The soldiers dressed in black were guarded by Broca’s black legion. This disciplined and devoted unit is the defense force of Gramatia and the remnants of the former Aswan fortress.
They are well-trained and resolute, and they do not lose any elite corps of the imperial army. They even have a remarkable record in the war against Ok.
However, they are too few in number. According to the fact that there are only two regiments defending Broca, it is difficult to withstand the fierce offensive of the main force of Ok.
It looks like a flood from the surface, they seem to deserve to turn their heads to escape.
But they did not run away. I should recognize their courage and record this in the story.
They faced the main force of the king's court of the Oak Empire, the most efficient and ruthless killing machine under the overlord, but they did not give in.
The opponent in front of them was a fierce and violent beast, as if it were a wild variant of nature, and they were still holding their ground. They were instructed to defend Pero and did not abandon this order from beginning to end.
So all of them lifted their bodies to death.
When enthusiasm is opposed to fanaticism, there is only this kind of ending.
Neither party will abandon the cruel and heavy duty on its shoulders, so at least one party's complete destruction is inevitable.
Bulletproof armor was woven into the iconic dark coat of the Black Legion, but this could not withstand the impact of large-caliber bullets, and some soldiers were equipped with breastplates or anti-riot shields, but everything was withered in front of the brutal automatic guns. .
Their helmets are made of cold steel, and are still as fragile as paper for battle axes and blades.
A few of their combat vehicles are covered with heavy armor, but under the impact of individual rocket launchers and various war machines, only a few black wreckage remains, or they are converted into cremation firewood piles by heavy flamethrowers Wooden coffin.
According to a number of Oak soldiers, the leader of the scrap iron single-handedly confronted a gun car as if it were just a roaring cow cub, and he was about to be by him.
He tore apart the armor with mechanical claws. The steel body was as thin as tin foil. He opened the internal portal of the tank, and then used shotguns to turn the crew inside into meat sauce.
The scene of destruction was heartbreaking.
The legion continued to move forward, and the corpses spread across the ground, which was terrible.
Some of them were dismembered by sharp blades, others were burnt black, and the bombardment of various guns left huge wounds that looked like deep bite marks on apples.
On the other hand, the Black Legion’s standard rifles and automatic weapons were as itchy as the massacre of Ok, they only suffered a little bit of trauma.
Only heavy weapons and direct-fire artillery can play a real threat. However, as the armored forces of the Ok side started to march from the misty area on the seashore, even the hope of this last stubborn resistance has completely disappeared.
Granite-like dark and huge tanks-as it should be called, and war trucks rushed through the forested buildings in the lower urban areas, crashing the towers and houses.
Their tracks opened up new paths between the streets of the city, leaving behind gravel paved trails of death. Weapons searched for enemies at any time, quickly annihilating any targets within the attack range.
The dark figure was running around, rushing into the war along the road of death that had just formed.
They look like some kind of round biped, big and small like scattered beads.
I'm not sure if they actually exist or I imagined them.
The smoke and dust enveloped the four sides, making it unrecognizable.
Before that day, I had never seen the Oakes so wild and so cold.
They often view the war with a strange ease and indifference. This attitude of humor in the execution ground allows them to establish bonds, overcome difficulties, and face fate with laughter.
It was almost a joy and relief, an eager mood to perform my duties properly. Even in the most cruel and cruel battles, I often witnessed such attitudes: harsh jokes, cheering each other, bitter satire, and indifference. Way of thinking.
But this is not the case in Broca.
This conquest was too dark and disgusting, and they immersed themselves in the rage of the battle.
To a certain extent, the punishment that Broca suffered was more extreme and terrifying. No mercy was applied, and mercy was not even considered at all. Only the growl of anger and hatred was exposed, not the cause. A chilling smile.
The blood-red eyes with golden pupils were covered with a decisive shadow, and his fierce eyes grew colder in the fierce battle.
Blood invites blood, killing causes killing, and flames feed the flames. In the burning incendiary furnace, a city perishes, a society is buried here, and a deep wound that can never be healed tears on the Benedict Empire Come on.
The guards performed all their duties without hesitation or concern.
They did nothing wrong, they were perfect warriors, perfect executioners, and they were born like this.
This story, my story, is not to eliminate their guilt.
But this story has to explain another point, but also to tell another secret thing...
The experience of that day has been integrated into my mind. This is often the case after too many extreme shocks, too many brutal scenes and ear noise.
Short moments may become longer, and different events are intertwined and superimposed.
I remember being in a park or the wreckage of some kind of public green space.
All the plants were burning, and there was a small temple-like building next to it. It was hit by artillery fire and was blowing thick smoke into the pale red sky.
We advanced from the east against the crossfire, and I temporarily fell from the sky, because the smoke had covered the earth, making observation extremely difficult.
Then, I encountered those monsters for the first time~EbookFREE.me~ There is never any record about this army in the intelligence. They are like shadows appearing out of thin air, lying in front of the sharp spearhead of Ok.
At first they stopped for some reason.
That's not fear. Perhaps their tactical strategy to gain a certain advantage may be due to some kind of restraint.
They wore gold-rimmed, cold and strange black armor, and the nose bridge of the helmet was covered with an iconic decoration similar to a viper.
Although they seem to be the same as the Black Legion fighters in terms of outline, size and equipment, they are actually quite different.
The way they act is different.
Ok Benz is leaping, but they are walking steadily.
Ok was stubborn, and they strode.
Oak shouted loudly, but they were silent.
I stood in the middle of the burning grass, watching the two hostile fronts meet, and the wild iron-ash figure swooped towards the black soldier.
The sound was thunderous, and the two armies met like a rock hit in mythology. There was also a sharp sound of gold and iron symphony. This sounded like the terrifying rolling thunder at the peak of the Flame Plateau. Detonated by rolling black clouds.
In ancient times when only gods and demigods walked on the ground, war must have been like this.
Many mighty giants wore noble armor, and some of the dark warriors covered with battle flags were like gods in the sky in mythology.
Both sides used heavy hands, and a soldier was scarred under guns and swords and died on the spot.
The roaring chain saw cut into a viper-shaped helmet, the heavy blow of the strange pistol penetrated the rough armor, and both fronts lost their ferocious momentum after head-on collision.
Subsequently, the overwhelming guard's fury seemed to completely engulf this mysterious army.