Alien Arms Empire Chapter 1813

Chapter 1813 1814 At least you still have dignity and glory

Several Tang Army intruder attack planes appeared in the sky over Josilaina, but these planes did not drop fatal bombs, but dropped many leaflets.

The content of the leaflet is very simple, that is, the Tang army has approached Ruosilaina, and the Tang Empire is telling the Yangmu Empire to surrender as soon as possible to avoid the loss of life.

Of course, the Tang Empire has no expectations as to how effective these leaflets will be. This is just an attempt, the least expensive one.

Since these leaflets were all printed before, there is no chance that they will be used in the future: we can't just distribute the leaflets urging the surrender of the Yangmu Empire to the Lions Empire, right?

Precisely because it was printed in advance, there was no substantial content on the leaflet: there was no latest news about the Tang army's occupation of Matus, nor was there any major victory achieved by the Tang army in the Osa direction.

But in fact, there is no need to elaborate on these. Everyone who knows already knows it, and those who don't know have no need to know this kind of thing: anyway, as long as you pay a little attention, you can feel what the current state of the Yangmu Empire is. It's not good anymore.

There is a severe shortage of goods on the streets, and many shops have closed. The prices of daily necessities such as food have increased several times a day, and people can clearly feel that the situation has begun to deteriorate.

Since the northern defense line tightened, the entire Yangmu Empire has been surrounded by a strange atmosphere, and more and more people have begun to find out the truth from some clues.

Workers in some factories found that there was a problem with the supply of raw materials for production. The materials that should have been supplied stably are now no longer available. Busy industrial production lines have begun to reduce production or even stop working. Many items waiting for use on the front line can no longer be produced, let alone those seemingly irrelevant gadgets.

In fact, it was not that the elven leaders deliberately concealed anything. The situation between them and the dwarves was somewhat different: in fact, before they had time to explain the collapse of the front line, the Tang army had already slapped them in the face.

The Tang Army's advance was so fast that even many people in the Elf Empire did not know that they had lost. They had already lost almost one-third of their territory.

The dragon flag of the Tang Empire has flown over the Ossa military port, and Mattes has become the bridgehead for the Tang army to attack Joslina.

The imperial capital has become a real frontline, and the troops guarding the city have basically never seen a real battlefield.

In the barracks, the young elf soldiers were helplessly looking at the weapons in their hands. After so many years, the Yangmu Empire's most equipped equipment is still the "perfect weapon" Mauser 98K rifle that shocked them back then.

“What the hell, why are we here?” He was wearing an M35 steel helmet that had just been delivered to him, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

This helmet is much simpler than the regular M35 helmet. The ventilation holes on both sides have been eliminated, and the lining has been completely changed from leather to canvas.

The edges are not even well folded, and the arc does not look as beautiful as the standard M35 helmet previously issued to the elven soldiers.

He cursed in a low voice, his voice sounding particularly weak in the empty barracks, as if it had been sucked away by the dull air. He rubbed the Mauser 98K rifle uneasily in his hand. The rough wooden stock had been polished smooth and glowed with a faint dark light. I don't know where this old-fashioned rifle was allocated from. It was probably used for training. It was already in this patinated state when it was distributed to him.

Now, it is his only comfort and his only reliance in the face of the war machine of the Tang Empire. The cold metal gun body seems to bring him a false sense of security.

“Why else? Waiting to die.” Another soldier's voice came from the side, his tone full of bitterness and despair, like the autumn wind sweeping through dead leaves, bringing with it an indescribable sadness.

"Didn't you hear what those leaflets said? The Tang Army is about to attack. We new recruits have never even hit a target seriously. How can we fight them?" He said while sitting on the target. He walked to the opposite side, his shoulders drooped feebly, as if he had lost all his strength.

“Stop talking nonsense!” The elf officer passing by heard the two men's murmurings and scolded them sternly. But he himself couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. It was an instinctive fear when facing an unknown fate, like a candle that was about to be swallowed by darkness, flickering with uneasy light.

"We are soldiers of the Yangmu Empire and warriors of the elves! We will not give up easily!" He tried to straighten his back and cheer up himself and his comrades around him, but his trembling voice revealed his inner feelings. fear.

There is no way. Although he has gone through complete military training, it is just complete military training. Compared with those veterans who have actually been on the battlefield, he is actually a new recruit.

Sadly, he has no time to continue to train himself. The Tang army seems to be approaching Joslina, and they will soon sacrifice everything for their motherland.

"Come on, sir, don't kid yourself." The young soldier sneered, his face full of disdain for the equally young officer.

This kind of thing is impossible to happen in a serious elven army. This shows that the prestige of these newly promoted officers within the army has not been established at all.

On the other hand, the reason why such a dialogue occurs is because soldiers generally have not completed training, lack discipline, and have little hope for this war.

"Look at the guys we have, they are all antiques from ten years ago! The whole regiment doesn't even have a cannon. Where is the Tang Army? I heard that when their planes came over, our planes didn't dare to take off to fight. They must have powerful artillery and tanks... What can we fight with them?" He waved the rifle in his hand violently, as if laughing at himself and this army's powerlessness.

The young officer opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that he was speechless. Yes, the Yangmu Empire's army has made almost no progress over the years. The "perfect weapon" they are proud of, the Mauser 98K rifle, is no different from a fire stick in the face of the torrent of steel from the Tang army.

They are like knights trapped in an ancient castle. If the enemy holds a sword, they may still be able to fight, but if they face a group of enemies driving tanks, they can do nothing but despair.

“Are we really going to die here?” a young voice asked with a cry, breaking the brief silence. This sound was like a sharp blade, piercing the oppressive atmosphere in the barracks, digging out everyone's fears and exposing them to the air.

The breath of despair spread throughout the barracks, not just in this barracks, but in every barracks there were similar conversations. In fact, not many people in the improvised army of 300,000 people believed that they could defend Josilaina.

The atmosphere in the barracks was filled with despair and fear, and the young elven soldiers had no intention of fighting. They never thought that war would come so suddenly, and they were not prepared to fight at all. They just arrived at the military camp outside Josilaina a month ago with their luggage on their backs, and they just learned to take care of the weapons in their hands a few days ago.

Yesterday, just yesterday, they finally fired a few live ammunition shots. There were not many geniuses in the entire company who could hit the target with every shot. Most people only have a score of more than ten rings after taking five shots.

It is a joke to expect them to fight against the Tang Army's armored forces. They don't even have serious anti-tank weapons. These people are like a herd of deer driven into a desperate situation by hunters. They can only wait helplessly for their fate to come.

Those truly knowledgeable officers are also desperate. They know that there is no way to threaten the Tang Army with only three or five anti-tank rocket launchers temporarily issued to a company. As soon as the battle begins, it immediately turns into a massacre.

Therefore, everyone is very pessimistic, and privately they have no intention to think about resisting the attack of the Tang army: in more than twenty days, Ruoslana did not even complete the construction of the ring defenses. Just dug a few trenches.

"Shut up!" The officer in the barracks couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at a higher volume, trying to control the situation. His voice echoed in the barracks like thunder, but it could not dispel the haze that enveloped everyone's hearts.

"We haven't lost yet! As long as we unite and resist to the death, we will be able to defend Josilaina and our homeland!" He tried to make his voice sound firmer, hoping to encourage those who had lost the fight. Courage's men, but there was still a trace of imperceptible fear in his eyes, because even he himself didn't quite believe what he said.

In fact, he also guessed that his words did not play any role in boosting morale. The young officer's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

The soldiers' originally suppressed emotions were like a flood that opened and could no longer be controlled. Anger, fear, despair, and various emotions were intertwined and set off a storm in the barracks.

"Unite? Fight to the death?" A tall and thin elf soldier suddenly stood up, his voice sharp and harsh due to anger, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "That's easy to say! How can we resist?" Just for us scraps of steel? Just for us new recruits who have never seen blood?”

He suddenly threw the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand to the ground, and a loud bang echoed in the empty barracks, like a desperate wail.

"We have to shoot a few more times, right? I'm not even good at aiming." The other soldier did not throw the gun on the ground, but his words embarrassed the young officer even more.

The ammunition reserves are already limited, so how can all the new recruits be wasted on target training? Anyway, the higher-ups know very well that once the battle begins, half of these soldiers will be killed or injured within a few days, or they will be captured and surrender... In short, there is not much difference between letting them waste ammunition training and directly treating them as cannon fodder. .

Since he will die inexplicably anyway, practicing target shooting a few more times won't actually change anything, right?

“I don't want to die!” Someone pointed his finger at the young officer in despair and shouted hoarsely, with tears in his eyes: “I want to go home! I want to find my family! Let us get out of here!”

His words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly igniting the long-suppressed fear and despair in the barracks. The soldiers echoed one after another, and the voices became louder and more chaotic, eventually converging into a deafening din.

“I don't want to die either! I want to go home!”

"There is no way we can win! The strength of the Tang army is beyond our imagination!"

“We will all be killed by them!”

The barracks was in chaos. Some soldiers cried in their arms, some roared hysterically, and some looked around blankly, as if looking for a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, a majestic voice exploded like thunder in the barracks: "That's enough!"

This voice was like an invisible barrier, instantly suppressing the chaos in the barracks. All the soldiers were stunned and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

I saw a tall figure standing at the door of the barracks, with soldiers carrying submachine guns standing behind him. The soldiers in the barracks looked timidly at the more senior officer who appeared here, completely losing the arrogance they had just now.

“Commander!” the young officer exclaimed. He quickly stood up straight and walked to the door of the barracks. After standing at attention, he saluted with a standard military salute.

Other soldiers also reacted and saluted the visitor one after another. The soldier who dropped his gun on the ground quietly picked up his rifle and tried his best to hide in the crowd. It only took a moment for the originally chaotic barracks to fall into silence.

As one of the senior commanders of the station, the elf leader walked into the barracks with steady steps, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of every soldier like a hawk, as if he could see through the fear and despair deep in their hearts.

"I know you are scared, and I am scared too." He said in a deep and powerful voice as he passed by the soldiers who bowed their heads in shame: "But... if we don't do anything, we will hand over the greatest city of the elves to humans. …Are you willing?”

His tone was full of disappointment and anger, which made all the soldiers feel guilty. They all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

"Just now, the division commander has returned from the military headquarters. We will soon enter the position and garrison a line of defense to the north. His Majesty the Emperor's order is very simple... Those who retreat will die." The regiment commander walked back to the door, his voice raised an octave. , with unquestionable majesty in his tone, "Promise me not to die in the hands of the war team, so at least you will still have dignity and glory."

Chapter end

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