Chapter 1098: Fuse wire (on)

Perfect action.
The dead green skin is proof.
The river valley outside the outpost of No. 67 was captured by an unparalleled battle performance. The precise fire nets overlapped like dancers' colored fans, and the green skins that had survived the bullets were used by the team that charged forward Slaughtered by the sword.
A small team, one by one, was ambushed by the blood flag army of the First Army of the Empire. With their fierce and brutal fighting style, they killed the green skin occupying the 67th outpost.
The defense system of the Western Barriers not only has high walls and positions, but in the long unmanned area behind the barriers and Ok, there is also a large number of outposts, forming a more than three hundred kilometers long and more than fifty wide. Kilometers of warning zone.
This is precisely drawing on the experience of previous battles, preventing the large number of small forces of Ok from penetrating into the frontier, and then concentrating on launching raids.
Naturally, the outposts in those guard areas became consumables in a sense. Every day, outposts were destroyed by Ok, because the rescue from the rear could not arrive quickly, and the defenders often had to fight alone for a long time .
On the other hand, Yushkin also continuously dispatched elite troops to ambush Ok in the security zone, reduce the pressure in the security zone, and train recruits.
For most recruits, the action in the guard zone is the last moment of their recruit career, where they will see the enemies they will face in the future.
For the elite empire, and the blood-flag army led by Ushkin all the way to the present, the recruits must start following the troops in the security zone from the moment they join.
"call……"
As the soldiers near him cleaned all the green skin, the wizard Ered Carl took off his helmet with a gas mask, and suddenly felt nausea from the stench in the air.
Ok recently likes to use some irritating poison gas. Although it has no killing power, it will cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, the gas mask quickly became the standard configuration in the army.
Ered glanced at a post, and there were signs that the green skin had been entrenched in the station for some time.
The black metal support pillars in the barracks were accompanied by a cluster of pulsating fungi, and various crude weapons, armor, and tribal tokens piled up in the weird altar beside the kitchen.
Above him, the broken ceiling of the communication room showed a bright sky outside.
As for the original sentinel soldiers, they found some wreckage in the kitchen and cellar, most of which had been eaten beyond recognition, and a few of them were completely left without their heads.
This war was so cruel from the start.
"It's smelly enough."
A voice suddenly appeared behind Ered, and he turned to see Captain Hamir, one of the best swordsmen of the Blood Banner Army.
His armor was splashed with colorful liquids, the long sword was gracefully held in the right hand, and the sword was still stained with green skin blood.
"Those beasts, when you kill them, they don't know they should fall down and die."
Hanmir was born in a large aristocratic family. His face used to be as perfect as a girl. Everyone jokingly called him more like a pampered noble lady than a battle-hardened fighter.
Under the influence of the Blood Banner Army, Hamil didn’t mind adding scars to his face, but few of the enemy’s blades left marks on his face, because his sword skills were too superb, and several enemies It is impossible to damage his appearance.
Currently the only scar on his face was left by a powerful Oke leader, who had already killed more than two dozen soldiers.
In the end, it was Hanmill who beheaded his sword in a death fight, and what he got was a scar that extended from the right eyebrow to the corner of his mouth.
"They are really tough."
Eric nodded.
"They may be tough, but they have no trace of elegance in battle."
Hanmir used his sword to move the first level of green leather on the ground, and he seemed very relaxed.
"It's really no fun killing them."
"You sound disappointed."
"Of course I am disappointed, don't you?"
As Hamil asked, he thrust the sword in his hand into a dead green-skinned body, and carved an arc on its back.
"If we fight these inferior guys all day, how can we regain our homeland?"
"Don't underestimate these green skins..."
Eredt recalled many wars in the past and couldn’t help but sigh. He followed Eugene for a long time, but still admired the man very much. Not everyone had the courage to face as many enemies as the sea.
"These beasts have occupied a third of the world and killed millions of people. Their culture and weapons are beyond our comprehension. They devote themselves to fighting as if they were dedicated to religion."
He turned to the nearest body-that huge guy had hard skin like old tree bark, and his violent red eyes were still glaring round~EbookFREE.me~ the protruding jaw still had a furious roar Only the pool of internal organs underneath it indicates that it is dead.
Eredt remembers the violent shaking of his sword when his sword pierced its body, and the great power of the beast trying to overwhelm him.
Finally, he destroyed the beast's internal organs by witchcraft from the inside, and then completely killed him.
"You said as if we should study them thoroughly and then kill them. That's what scientists should do. In the moment, in my eyes, they are just beasts."
Hammill said with a sneer.
"You think too much. This has always been your biggest problem. That's why you can't be a real swordsman... OK, wizard, simply enjoy killing."
Eric is about to refute his mouth, but suddenly Jackson, the leader of the operation, stepped into the communication room, so he swallowed his words.
"Good job."
Jackson and Eushikin were originally commanders of the same level. After the last battle, he voluntarily downsized and belonged to the Blood Banner Army to become a regiment. Therefore, he was also fortunate to be one of the few officers closest to the Marshal of the Empire.
Although Eredt does not naturally hate a colleague, he always lacks respect for Jackson, perhaps because the two had previously contradicted the problem of the increase and decrease of the wizard's establishment, maybe something else.
In general, the generation of personal emotions sometimes does not require any special reason.
"This time we fought a beautiful battle and at least killed a thousand green skins."
The nearby soldiers responded with a burst of cheers. This was an iconic victory: swift and perfect.
The fate of those green skins was doomed from the beginning.
"Ready to evacuate, someone will take over here soon."
Jackson shouted:
"We are about to meet an adult!"