Chapter 1123: Apocalypse (1)

"I can't remember the days."
Mountbatten squatted behind a temporary fortification overlooking the scorched ruins of Dongcheng District, whispering while whispering.
"This day is terrible."
"I don't think there is any difference between Day and Night in Dunwich."
Bronz Hurt, who was also smoking beside him, smiled and answered.
Mountbatten looked up at the iron-grey sky, and the heavy bombardment of Ok for a few weeks in a row caused a heavy cloud to cover the earth. The dust slowly fell like a drizzle. The ash in the distance came here in a dry and dead wind. .
"They are gathering to prepare for the next wave of attacks."
Browns pointed to the twisted ruins that had been covered with dust on the east side of the university dormitory where they were located.
Mountbatten followed his gaze, and he could barely glimpse the dirty, dark iron-colored armor flashing from time to time.
"Cracked Legion."
After these days of fighting, Mountbatten has been able to use the armor and flags to separate the various legions of the Oak, and he has even face-to-face with the warlord teeth of the Skull-Break Legion several times.
"Who can it be?"
"I don't know if their warlords understand other ways of fighting."
Bronze smoked the last bit of shredded tobacco, then threw away the cigarette shrugged.
"He probably knows other tactics, but he just prefers his own method, and Ok is all that stubborn."
"Although very stubborn, the infantry rushed through the artillery and the artillery blasted the infantry. It was such a silly play that it literally hit most of the new continent."
After taking the last breath, Mountbatten vaguely recalled the process of evacuating the position a few days ago. The experience of walking through broken fortifications and burning ruins was nothing to be missed.
He only remembers killing a road surrounded by many Oaks and rushing towards the majestic door of Dunwich University, before the gorgeous granite rose shape finally appeared in sight.
The headquarters did not give them any support, and even the flanking friendly forces were removed. They didn't know that they could escape this time on the one hand, with the assistance of the shadow blade, and on the other hand, they had luck.
As for the reason for the command, Mountbatten probably knows, but he still needs to wait.
"They will launch a full-scale offense within an hour."
Bronz scanned the telescope for a moment, and the situation made him feel bad. The opponent had assembled a large number of infantry on the broken street, which usually meant that large-scale shelling would then unfold.
"You must send someone to reinforce the fortification on the left."
"This may be a feint."
Mountbatten also stood up. He picked up the telescope and glanced at the surrounding terrain. The main defensive positions currently established lacked heavy firepower. They could only splice machine guns and a small number of mortars to hold on.
"That warlord is a cunning chaos, he may let ordinary green leather attack one flank, with his own elite from the other side."
He still remembers that in Kwaihara Ridge, his first confrontation with Oke on the battlefield was like playing a game of chess with an illogical person. Although his pieces were used for exquisite feints and surprise attacks, the opponent Just clapping the board indiscriminately completely destroyed the situation.
Despite this, everyone has a consensus that under the circumstances, a commander inferior to Mountbatten may have already let his troops be eaten up by the other party, but the division leader led it to finally withstand for three days. Stopped attack.
The situation this time is quite similar to the last one, but it is quite different.
"I hope they are prepared."
Bronz said softly, overlooking the deep corridor below, and everyone in the shadow blade rested in the corridor.
Then the two climbed to a partially collapsed vault in the dormitory building. This area, like many other buildings, turned into ruins during the bombing.
The cracked concrete ceiling formed a natural bunker, some sentries were hiding behind, and thousands of soldiers organized defenses near the gravel-filled walls below.
They built priceless statues and other works of art displayed in the library into the bunkers they were stationed in. Those precious statues of the great kings and scholars of the past years lay on the ground, and the soldiers hid behind them.
"How long do you think we can stay?"
"till the end."
Mountbatten sighed and said heavily.
"You yourself said that every second we hold on, the more chance'they' have to destroy this terrible conspiracy and really free up the hand to wipe out Guk."
"If that person can succeed."
Bronz smiled a little awkwardly.
"But he may be dead."
"Perhaps, but I would rather hope that he is safe and sound, and our job is to hold these Oaks as long as possible, and keep some people in the throat."
"But there is a place that makes me uneasy...all of this may have started because of the impulse of a warlord, but Guk can recall all the legions under his command, and then concentrate all the weapons in his hand to blow the entire city into ashes. , Maybe he will inevitably lose some
Warrior, but even so... this land should have been alive long ago, he has this ability. "
Mountbatten first nodded, then shook his head again.
"Nature, this is the answer you want, old folks...can become warlords of Ok, then they must be warriors who are never used to retreating. Who will be the first to evacuate? And I have never listened It was said that Guk showed any weaknesses, especially in front of humans.
"
"Indeed, Guk will never retreat from a war he intervened. Their nature determines that they must desire to harvest opponents at close range."
"So they have to kill us all, one by one, by hand."
Mountbatten spoke a very cruel fact very easily.
"Yes."
Suddenly, a blurry sound suddenly sounded in the portable communicator carried by Bronz.
"Reporter! This is Observation Post No. 2"
The communicator gradually became clearer as Bronz adjusted.
"Oak is rallying, we can already hear what they are yelling, so they will arrive soon, and the eastern fortifications need reinforcements."
"I will transfer some people from the gallery."
Bronz said to the communicator that he was not alone, and there were 53 wizards and more than 100 bodyguards accompanying him.
"I should work too."
Mountbatt patted the ashes on his buttocks and left.
"Where are you going?"
Bronz asked the communicator.
"I'm going to make sure that the defense lines on the west and north sides are all normal, and then transfer some heavy weapons to the church,"
Mountbatten pointed to the opposite of the ruins of the vault, next to the library, the chapel belonging to the university, it was a very sturdy building, very suitable as a fire support point.
"Guarding the church will stop all the Gucks in that area. I will let Bruce and his people take charge of the ground."
Mountbatten, who had already opened his legs, turned to face Browns again, with some concern.
"I swear, sometimes I think the guy who calls himself the Black Knight is actually enjoying this."
"It's a bit too much, if I want to say it."
Bronz nodded in agreement.
"You need to pay attention to him... he has a corrupting power in him. Although his heart has not been completely eroded, it is only a matter of time."
Suddenly, a familiar dull explosion sounded, and a bunch of gravel and smoke echoed like towers in the tormented northern suburb of Dunwich City.
"It's amazing."
Browns admired.
"There are still alive defenders over there, who are the citizens' temple."
"They are not easy to die,"
Mountbatten said, walking towards the simple ladder leading to the ruins below.
Although he said this in his mouth, he knew that it was indeed magical. The blood-tooth army in the direction was riding a large number of armored trucks to the edge of the northern trench, pouring into the defensive front while the soldiers armed to the teeth gradually gathered. Full of bullets.
That was the last news they received from the defending army in Beicheng District.
But judging from the shells that landed in the Oak camp every day, it is clear that there are still some defenders fighting against the efforts of the blood-tooth warlords to annihilate them.
"I just hope we can live longer."
Mountbatten felt his pocket, but his cigarette case had dried up.
"Our ammunition is starting to run short, with only 2 bases left for the shells."
"As long as there is one person alive, we will fight, and we will make Guk regret and provoke us."
"Maybe, we'll talk about it after the chasing the guy with the split skull."
Mountbatten slowly walked down the ladder, and the sound of guns roaring began to appear in the distance.
"See you later."
Mountbatten jumped off the vault, took the hat from the guards, and led the men to the chapel, leaving Bronze alone overlooking the broken city.
How long has he been fighting in this nightmare scene? A month? Two?
There is a pressing force outside of Ok, there is a conspiracy to destroy the world through blood worship, the entire republic, and even the entire humankind, like a small boat, in a sea of ​​turbulent wrath, there is a danger of overturning at any time~www. EbookFREE.me~Although these people have been trying their best to save, they are always one step behind, or for a variety of reasons, it seems that there are really invisible big hands dragging the whole world into the abyss.
For those who promoted being the savior, Bronze used to believe in "them" in the past, but the war changed many of his ideas.
Survival is by no means a natural power, but is earned with blood. Is there really a guarantee for the survival of others giving charity? Is the purpose of doing "they" also for "survival"?
Bronze's thoughts became very chaotic, he looked up and took a breath.
The dusty sky and the smoldering ruins of the fire surrounded the ruins from all sides within sight, and the whole city seemed to be some kind of that the ancients once believed.
Browns shook his head, driving the idea out of his mind.
"There is no hell, god, or eternal rewards and punishments..."
He told himself this way.
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