Alien Arms Empire Chapter 1818

Chapter 1818 1819 A new team

Joselaina, this elven city once known as the Emerald on the Eastern Continent, has now been devastated by war. The broken walls and ruins are like the back of an aging old man, silently telling the cruelty of war in the smoke.

The air is filled with a nauseating burnt smell, which is the smell of death left after the collision of life and steel. The once bustling streets are now deserted, with only the blood-stained flagstones crying silently.

The torrent of steel from the Third Army of the Tang Empire was like a black tide, pouring mercilessly into the central area of this ancient city. The soldiers of the Tang Army did not even have time to change their uniforms. They could only wear yellow and green field camouflage and thick-looking steel helmets made of composite materials, and fought into the streets full of buildings.

They are like the gods of death from the abyss, harvesting all lives that dare to resist. The AK47 assault rifles in their hands spit out scorching tongues of fire, tearing everything in their way to pieces.

“Ttta!” Intensive gunshots echoed in the sky. The Elf soldiers who could not withstand the situation exited the building they were holding on to in groups of three or five, and fled to hide in the building across the road in embarrassment.

“Thud, tug, tug, tug!” Soon the Tang Army's armored vehicles came around from the other side of the street and fired at the wall with their machine guns, shooting out a cloud of white smoke. The elf soldiers hiding in the building continued to escape, and they didn't even have time to loot the food and valuables in the house.

Deafening gunshots, explosions, and screams intertwined into a symphony of death, echoing in the empty streets. On both sides of the street, most of the exquisite streetlights that cost a lot of money to install are now damaged, as if in silent mourning for the city's upcoming fate.

At the corner of a street covered by a pile of rubble, a house that had been half destroyed by artillery fire stood stubbornly, providing the last shelter for a small group of elven soldiers.

They were wearing dusty and blood-stained military uniforms and M35 steel helmets. Their faces were gray and exhausted, but they still held the Mauser 98K rifles tightly in their hands, and their deep eyes shone with hatred and determination.

“Damn it! Their tanks are coming again!” A young elf soldier cursed in a low voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

His name is Aigole, and he is the youngest in the team. His face still has a bit of childishness, but the war has left an indelible shadow on his originally clear eyes. He licked his chapped lips nervously, his knuckles turned white from excessive exertion, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

He had only seen what real war was a few days ago, and today he was already an experienced warrior: being able to save his life under the attack of the Tang army, in addition to luck, also proved that he had some talent.

“Calm down, soldier!” the squad leader sitting next to him shouted in a low voice, but there was a trace of imperceptible fatigue and helplessness in his tone.

His name is Douglas. He is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles in the war with the dwarves. His face is covered with weathered and knife-like wrinkles, which are the medals left to him by the war. His deep gaze swept over the faces of each of his subordinates, and finally stopped at the recruits beside him. He said solemnly: "Conserve your strength and wait for the opportunity. We have no retreat. We must fight until the last moment to buy time for our compatriots." !”

Hearing the captain's order, Aigole took a deep breath and tried to calm down his nervousness. He pressed his body tightly against the cold wall and stared at the other end of the street.

A Type 96 main battle tank of the Tang Army, like a giant steel beast, rumbled over with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Its heavy tracks rolled over the ground, making a heart-wrenching "creak" sound, as if the approaching footsteps of death hit the hearts of the elven soldiers with every click.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!" Douglas's voice was low and powerful, as if announcing a fatal battle. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the tank that was getting closer. He raised the rifle in his hand slightly and pointed it at the steel monster.

The elf soldier closest to the tank suddenly stood up from the ravine on one side and threw a grenade at the advancing tank: "Boom!"

This grenade exploded next to the tank. The shock wave generated by the explosion blew away the surrounding gravel and dust, forming a column of black smoke that shot straight into the sky, instantly blocking everyone's sight.

However, this grenade did not cause any substantial damage to the tank. It only paused for a moment and then continued to advance slowly. The heavy machine gun on the turret spit out deadly tongues of flame, beating the surrounding buildings. Full of holes.

"Damn! These **** bastards! If only there was a rocket launcher." Aigole couldn't help but curse again. He stood up suddenly, aimed the rifle in his hand at the tank driver's position, and pressed the button hard. Pull the trigger.

No matter how accurately he aimed his gun, he couldn't penetrate the armor of the tank at all, but he only had this thing in his hand. As he said, if there is a rocket launcher, he can at least interrupt the tracks of the tank and stop the opponent's progress.

Unfortunately, this is also a luxury for them: the defenders of Ruslena did not stock many anti-tank weapons such as rocket launchers, and most of these weapons were sent to the northern front after they were produced.

Now they are in dire need of this kind of thing, but the improvised rocket launchers are simply not enough to support their consumption in the battle. As far as their logistics has been completely paralyzed, even rocket launchers cannot be delivered to the hands of the frontline combat troops.

"Bang!" The bullet he fired hit the target accurately with vengeful fury, but could only leave a few shallow white marks on the tank's thick armor, as if mocking the futility of the elven soldiers.

Not far away, a loudspeaker was playing a recorded voice repeatedly, making Aigole, who was helpless with the tank, even more irritated: "Give up resistance, elves! Your city has been occupied by us, your emperor." They have all run away, there is no hope for you!”

Hearing these words, the elven soldiers who had been red-eyed in the battle clenched their fists angrily, eager to rush forward and die together with the enemy.

But they also know that what the other party said is the truth. They are now like beasts trapped in a cage, waiting desperately for their fate.

At this moment, the Tang Army Type 96 tank, which was rolling forward, suddenly stopped moving forward, and then began to reverse backwards.

The pressure on a group of elven soldiers who had been struggling just now was greatly reduced, and the shaky position seemed to be able to be defended again.

But then they knew why the tanks of the Tang Empire suddenly began to retreat, because there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and several Tang Army thunder and lightning attack aircraft roared past. They lowered their altitude and used tanks mounted under their wings. Laser-guided bombs targeted the dilapidated house where the Elf team was hiding.

"No! Hide quickly! Lie down!" Douglas's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly. He threw a soldier next to him to the ground. However, it was too late.

“Boom!”

A laser-guided bomb accurately hit the target. The huge explosion was deafening and flames shot into the sky, swallowing up the entire house.

When the smoke dissipated, only a huge crater and a few mutilated corpses were left on the spot... Douglas felt a sharp pain coming from his chest. He was thrown away by the shock wave of the bomb and fell heavily into a pile of rubble. The soldier pinned beneath him didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his vision was blurry, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but in vain.

"Platoon Commander! Platoon Commander!" A weak voice came from his ears. Douglas reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure beside him.

It's Aigole, he's still alive!

“Let's go! Leave me alone!” Douglas shouted with the last of his strength. He knew that the Tang Army's attack would not stop, and staying here would only lead to death in vain.

Eggler didn't hear what Douglas was shouting at all, his ears were full of buzzing. But he saw the blood on Douglas and those horrific wounds. So he hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth, put down Douglas, who was already dying, turned around and ran towards the other end of the street.

When he turned back again, he saw the Tang Army tank that had just reversed and retreated and came back. This time it was followed by an infantry fighting vehicle. Those Tang Army soldiers wearing yellow-green camouflage also appeared on the ruins just now.

Aigele ran like crazy, and the gunshots of the Tang army kept ringing behind him. He didn't know how long he had been running, and he didn't know where he was going. He only knew that he had to live, and he had to live for the sake of his dead comrades.

“Swish, swish!” A round of bullets whizzed past Aigole's ears, hitting the wall next to him and splashing a burst of gravel.

Aigole was so frightened that he hid behind a broken wall, his heart beating wildly. He stuck his head out, carefully observed his surroundings, and found that he had run into a narrow alley.

There was no one in the alley, only gravel and rubble on the ground, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filling the air. Aigole took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He must find his troops as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to hide around in this fallen city like a lost dog, and eventually be caught or killed by the Tang army.

In his opinion, humans are not good things, and they will definitely drive out the elves. This was his knowledge, and it was also the propaganda of the elves before. He did not dare to try to surrender, so he could only hide in Tibet.

He walked forward along the alley, taking every step carefully. He did not want to be discovered and killed by the Tang army, nor did he want to be accidentally killed by friendly forces who were surrounded by grass and trees. So he had to be careful and try to make sure no one was aiming for his head at the next intersection.

After walking for about ten minutes, he came to a corner. He stuck his head out, looked around, and found that there was a relatively spacious street in front of him.

Scattered battles can still be seen on the streets. Elf soldiers and Tang army soldiers exchanged fierce fire among the ruins. Gunshots and explosions occurred one after another. Aigele didn't dare to stay long. He bent down, quickly crossed the street and hid in a courtyard.

“Hush! Don't make a sound!” A voice came from the side.

"Who!" Aigole was startled. He quickly picked up the rifle in his hand and pointed in the direction of the sound.

"Don't be nervous, my friend! Move the muzzle away, **** it!" An elf came out of the shadows. He was wearing a dusty iron-gray military uniform, his face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and he was holding a gun in his hand. An MP40 submachine gun.

"Which department are you in?" After looking at the embarrassed Aigole, the elf with the rank of squad leader asked.

“I am from the 3rd Company and 2nd Platoon,” Aigole replied: “My name is Aigole.”

"I am from the 1st platoon of the company, acting platoon commander." The elf soldier said: "My name is Kelb. Shouldn't you be from Douglas? Where is he?"

"Yes," Aigole nodded: "He... was in the bombing just now..."

Aigele didn't say anything more, but Kelb already understood what he meant. He patted Aigele on the shoulder and comforted him: "I understand. It seems that it is not easy for you to get here."

"We still have seven or eight people here..." After a pause, Kelb said, "We plan to go to the school behind to have a look. Over there is the defense line of the Second Regiment. Maybe they can have some extra ammunition. Are you willing to join us? ”

Kelb's words were full of solicitation. In such chaotic street fighting, it is always a good thing to have one more veteran in the team. Even if this person can only run away, it is more useful than a quasi-recruit.

"Of course, I'll go with you." Aigole said without hesitation. He must now act with such a force. This can greatly increase his probability of survival, and can also prevent him from being accidentally injured by his companions. sieve. He couldn't bear to grieve for Douglas, he had to cheer up and move on.

“How much ammunition are left?” Kelb asked several other elven soldiers in the yard. Only then did Aigole realize that there were several elven soldiers standing around him unknowingly. They were all in a mess, their bodies covered with blood and dust.

"There isn't much left. When will the supplies arrive?" An elf soldier replied with a frown. He shook the rifle in his hand. Now he only had a few bullets left in the chamber.

"There are no supplies at all, and there are no new orders from the headquarters." Kelb walked helplessly to the middle of the team. It was obvious that he was the commander of these people: "I sent someone to ask in the morning, and they told us to hold our position and not retreat. , nothing else was said.”

“Then you have to give us ammunition.” The elf soldier complained before. “Without ammunition, what can we use to hold our position?”

"Like I just said, if that doesn't work, let's go to the school behind and have a look. Isn't that the second regiment's defense line? Maybe they can have some extra ammunition..." Kelb suggested.

"Okay, let's set off now!" A few people nodded, then looked at Aigole and asked, "Boss? Is this kid going with us too?"

"Yes!" Kelb walked at the front, and Aigele, who quickly followed him, also quickly introduced himself: "I, my name is Aigele, from the third company."

"Don't die..." "Welcome..." "You look stupid..." "Do you have anything to eat?" Several voices came at the same time, and no one seemed to expect a response. The newly formed team immediately hit the road, heading towards the school that had no students left.

Chapter end

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