Chapter 795: Persevere (Part 2)

The wind of war is intensifying.
Lancagra, an imperial sergeant and a ancestor, belongs to the fifty-ninth regiment of the Black Legion.
His armor has become broken copper and iron, the pale coat of black armor is like smoke in the past, and the tactical flashlight mounted on the left side of the helmet relights, miraculously not damaged by his fall.
His men had become minced meat scattered around him, Mede turned into a ball of meat, his body was scattered in the ruins, Vadak's chest was penetrated, the first level was cut off by the broken wall, and was dyed. The sand twitched.
Dane and Farley were close to the defensive fort when the enemy machine gun launched a burst of fire to blow up the wall barrier. In the flash of Lancagra, both of them were covered by the flame of martyrdom. When the shock wave will When everyone flew, they were burning.
The remains of the two had burned out of human form, and he suspected that they had died before landing.
Thick smoke rose from around him, but most of the wind blew away.
He couldn't move, he couldn't feel his left leg, and the broken debris was scattered on all sides of him, and a particularly sharp piece penetrated his thigh to nail him to the ground.
He turned to look at the burning bunker, the remaining machine guns were firing at the rockets that roared past, and the entire wall was blown up, opening the enemy portal.
The enemy's army is passing through the dusty desert, and the dirty dust smoke and engine smoke caused by their motorcycle tires half-covered the enemy's figure.
Enemy troops were dressed in various primitive and crude armor, galloping in a frantic and coordinated manner.
He stayed calm and called the friendly forces on the communicator, but he knew that there would be no support. They were abandoned under the fire of Oak, and they were abandoned.
Although he understood that this was a helpless move, Lancagra was still saddened by the death of his brothers.
Their regiment has exhausted all the food, leaving less than three hundred people, but it is almost impossible to stick to the two-kilometer front.
"Um... cough."
Lancagra looked at the steel bar that pierced the flesh of his thigh, and tried to pull it out. Even the analgesic in the blood could not offset the tingling pain of the teeth when the metal wiped his thigh bone. .
"Ancestors bless."
Half a dream and half awake, he whispered in Zun language.
Waaaagh! !
A huge roar of mechanical sounds came from close by, and it was some kind of whistling aircraft, which fell heavily beside him.
Immediately, a shadow obscured the sky. That was not his comrade-in-arms. Instead of reaching out to help him get up, he pointed a gun at his face.
Lancagra stared at the darkness of the muzzle that was the same void between the two worlds. He glanced to the left, his gun fell into the ruins, and if his feet were nailed, that was half the world. the distance.
With a sigh, he took off his helmet and felt the sand-filled wind blowing across his bleeding face. He wanted his hand to see his smile.
Charles Deschke, the company commander of the 30th company of the 5th Police Division of Tyre.
In a gasp, he exhaled a sour breath, feeling the blood flowing between his teeth.
One side of his lungs seemed to have been pierced, and the other was like a roaring drum of war, overworked and without rhythm.
His face was sorely hurt by the whiplash that flew through the flesh like tiger claws, and the last whiplash took away one of his eyes.
When the whiplash hit again, he immediately raised his sword to resist, and the long snake-like whip hit his hand holding the gun, striking his weapon from his hand.
Semi-blind, unable to breathe and disarmed, Deschke was forced to kneel on one knee.
"For...empire!"
The words bursting out of his broken throat were weak and weak, and his opponent returned with a deep and loud roar, enough to shake Deschuk's other eye out of his eye socket.
The thick wall formed by the sound blew his hat in a resonant sound, lost his balance after three full heartbeats of resistance, and fell to the ground. The breastplate painted a Mars on the rough ground.
There were corpses all around, some huge and rickety figures were killing the wounded, the twisted debris of two cannons were burning, and not far away, an ugly truck was burning, and there were many green corpses scattered around.
This successful ambush requires the cost of half a company, and they only have half a company left.
Deschke did not regret it, because this was his duty to stop the enemy and eliminate the enemy. This is the only thing they can do when the retreat has been completely cut off.
"Well……"
He tried to stand up, but stepped on the back of his head with one foot and slammed his devastated face into the ground. He felt his teeth crack and pierced his mouth with saliva.
"in order to……"
His cries shone silently as the blade penetrated his spine gently.
Charak is a confused blade.
He is a bearer of flesh and blood sacrifice, like a statue made of flesh and blood dedicated to the demon to reshape.
Charak pursues them and proves himself with sacrifices of flesh and soul ~EbookFREE.me~ Pursue the strongest among them to stay in his body to obtain superhuman power-this is the truth of the flesh sacrifice.
He couldn't remember how long he had been here, or how long Oak had chased him.
The organization of the Blurred Blade is on the verge of collapse, and after Lord Silas disappears, most of them are fighting alone by virtue of their hatred against Ok.
He chose to come to the rear of the Oak front to hunt himself.
He came here not to escape them, but to face them.
They chased behind, mocking and shouting on the other side of the mountain.
Charak could hear the sarcasm between their words, but he didn't care about their laughter.
His muscles were like a fire. The last demon was driven away from him seven nights ago. He could only pursue the next demon hungrily.
Soon, he knew that he would find it soon.
His hand in handcuffs grabbed the heavy rock, and when a bullet hit the side stone wall and exploded it into scattered fragments, he still had a moment to sneer and immediately escape himself from Oak Fire net.
This temple, which was secretly enshrined by some miners, was waiting for him. He was extremely convinced of this, but what he saw was far beyond his expectations.
In front of me was a statue, which became a kind of rickety, vague, almost invisible under the shaping of the long years.
"You found me--"
A voice appeared in his mind. Charak left cold sweat because of the silence. He turned his head and saw only the sculpture and the endless rock that could hardly be seen.
"Xiarak--"
It says:
"Your enemies are approaching, let us join forces to destroy them, me and you?"