Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Peers are the enemy, and the group with the most common languages ​​and the easiest consensus. This is especially prominent in the military.

At both ends of the no man’s land, the soldiers and Corporal Cyrion who looked at each other across the barbed wire and the desolate land on the surface of the moon-these two did not know each other’s name and appearance, and could only perceive each other’s existence through optical lenses Two soldiers of different races and camps are staring at everything in front of them with a highly similar mood.

Loneliness, boredom, irritability, depression, and nausea.

Looking at the brown muddy ground covered with craters, corpses, and barbed wire, any sane person will only have the above feelings, and then an adjective like "hell" pops out of his mind, spitting out everything in his stomach. But for the soldiers who have always been in this hell, everything has been numb, as long as staying in this ghost place full of corpses for three days, no matter how timid people have the courage to shoot at the evil **** in hell. So for these dedicated soldiers, disgust can only be the feeling at the end of the ranking.

That being said.

Staring at a pile of corpses all the time, observing every stone, every broken arm, every broken and rotten head, no matter how thick the nerves are, people will remember the stomach twitching and vomiting. The feeling of the brain marrow.

The position of Cyrion and Remack are exactly in the same area. The hiding place of the two can almost draw a vertical line between two parallel fortifications. However, in order to obtain sufficient vision and shooting range, the azimuth army's fortifications had set the observation post at a commanding height, and the later Charlemagne had to construct the fortifications on the downhill and low-lying areas. As a result, not only did the Charlemagne’s army become a dangerous and strenuous attack each time, but the low position made the water in the trench severe, and there was a flood in the trench every time it rained, and the humidity in the rainy days. Too high, causing a variety of diseases such as trench feet, skin moss, typhoid fever, and dysentery. The only thing that is thankful is that the Charlemagne protected the water source, and did not need to get water from the water source blocked by the enemy machine gun positions and artillery like the tragic robes of some places. The body of the brave man almost covered the road leading to the waterhole, but the colleagues in the trench were still waiting for a glass of water, a radish, or an apple.

The high position and wide view allow the defense forces to take advantage of it, but it also brings some disadvantages, such as letting you see the scenery you never want to see.

"Dear mother, are you okay? I have never missed you so strongly, I missed my father, I missed my home, I missed my younger brothers and sisters. I have never thought that I will face so many bodies. I gaze at the dense bodies in front of me. At that time, I even felt a little bit creepy. This was unprecedented before, even when faced with a charge of the entire infantry regiment of the Charlemagne, I never felt this way."

Corporal Remack, 17, left a series of shorthand symbols on his notebook that only he could understand. Corporal Defense Corps numbly looked at the corpse as he was walking, while drafting a family book. Suppressing the chills that would cause goose bumps, the Corporal continued to write:

"In front of me, there were so many corpses piled up in a small space that they almost covered the land. The dead bodies of the Charlemagne were very ugly because their skin turned into a very unnatural green color, and No corpse is complete. In the jungle of cannonball shrapnel and broken guns and bayonets, there are scattered limbs and heads everywhere!"

The authenticity of Corporal Remack’s description can be guaranteed by Cyrion’s soldiers. Based on the differences in the positions and education levels of both parties, Cyrion could not record what he saw and heard in elegant writing, but he was not aware of The ground comes with a more intuitive and more appetizing description.

(This is a canteen that will fill the devil...)

Breathing downhill winds with rancid and rusty odors, Lyon murmured in his heart.

In the eyes of Cyrion, the "canteen" is divided by the height. The corpses hanging above the ground and hanging on the barbed wire are the special seats for birds. The corpses lying on the ground are the big meals of mice and maggots, which are accumulated in the crater. The corpse in it-it is an exclusive meal belonging to the most feared guest.

One could barely see the outline of the humanoid crawling out of the crater, and Cyrion shrank his neck subconsciously, carefully observing the figure moving towards the other crater.

"He" has human limbs and torso, and the skin is covered with a baby-like pink color. Except for not wearing clothes, the contracted organs are exposed to people. It seems that it is just an ordinary man. But with the chest as the boundary, the upper part is completely out of touch with humans.

The shoulders are raised like a giant tumor, the neck is almost as thick as a bucket, and the head is completely distinguished from humans-if it blooms like a flower, each petal is full of teeth, and the edges have The jagged inverted triangular teeth with saliva and pieces of meat can be called "head". The above characteristics that combine many horrors and distortions all explain to the world that this creature is incompatible with human beings.

Light-level Chimera-This is the official name of the defense force for this biological weapon. Charlemagne soldiers called them "heads" and "big eyes". This kind of biological weapon that uses laser emission as a selling point needs a lot of carbohydrates to maintain its operation in its short life cycle. On the principle of "how fast and easy to save" and "energy saving and emission reduction", the defense army, who has some headaches about the feeding cost of this big gastronomy king, uses the corpses left in front of the position as feed to let all kinds of Chimera eat. Chimera, who has low intelligence, picked up the crater as his exclusive seat. For the Charlemagne army, these craters have high tactical value and can be used as a stronghold for effectively avoiding the fire attack of the defense army machine guns. As a result, the Defence Forces often concentrate their firepower on the craters of those people who have a lot of hedgehogs. Countless shots fall to the bottom of the crater or drown because of the bullet or the water at the bottom of the crater. The corpses continue to accumulate, and many craters have become There are even hundreds of bodies in the largest craters. For Chimera, whose metabolic activity is extremely fast, the craters filled with corpses are undoubtedly a dining spot that makes them extremely pleasing.

The officers of the Defence Forces may have made this decision solely for the sake of economic benefits and resource conservation. But they don’t think about it or don’t care at all whether this scene falls in the eyes of Charlemagne. Those who have never lacked pride and self-esteem will react to it.

(These hybrids of ghosts and animals that should go to **** and be devoured by demons!)

Strongly patient and angry, the soldiers cursed fiercely in his heart. The Army’s repeated propaganda that “sharp ears must die before we can live” resonated in his heart at this moment. Although he still does not have any optimistic expectations about the war situation, Cyrion vowed secretly that even if he took his own life, he would never let ghosts and animals that could do such inhumane things step into Charlemagne's land. Imagining the horror pictures of ghosts and beasts raging in his hometown, he couldn't help shivering, and the periscope in his hand almost fell.

Several crows and owl birds that were standing on the corpse caught Cyrion’s attention. These unknown birds jumped around with human eyes and fingers, and the mice were tearing the human intestines below. Much larger than their counterparts, the mouse almost caught up with the cat, and the crow's size chased after the rooster. As for why these small animals are so huge, Cyrion doesn’t want to explore the reasons, he doesn’t even want to see more of these creatures who seem to be demon messengers.

Adjusted the angle of the periscope, a beautiful general officer's badge on the crow's claws, and a white strip of wind fluttering under the corpse reflected in Cyrion's retina.

If he was right, the headless body should be Major General San Mali, the commander of the 12th Infantry Brigade. The major general was desperate after his army was almost disabled, and all 3,100 people who could move, including command staff and wounded people, were organized into a "stand-up team", also known as the death squad. Trying to use the cover of night to take down the first trench of the enemy, and kill a **** path for the troops behind.

The major general ordered the troops to "don't let a bullet go, don't say anything, and move forward in secret". All the personnel crawled forward like a gecko, and fell down and pretended to be a dead body when they encountered the searchlight. After the lights flashed, they moved on. In order to avoid the situation of accidentally injuring allies during the previous night attack, two white cloths were hung diagonally on the chests of the standing team members as enemy and friend identification marks.

Shortly after the major generals led 3100 dead men to launch a night raid at 1 am, they soon slammed a 250-kilogram heavy mine, and no one survived within a radius of 80 meters. The sneak attack turned into a positive attack. Facing the dense bullets, the waves of people rushed to the armored fortress on the high ground.

"It was just after 1 a.m. at that time, the fierce battle started without warning. The three searchlights continued to fire back and forth, the mortar shells, 40㎜ grenade, grenades exploded continuously, the flames gleamed into the sky, and the stars and the moon appeared bleak. Light. Dark red earth, red sky, gray moon, white light from searchlights, red flare from muzzle and muzzle, exploding yellow flames-all of the above forms unprecedented scenery. In the landscape, a wave of living people rolled towards us. Charlemagne stepped on the body hanging on the barbed wire, stepped on the mines, stepped on the mud that had penetrated the blood and turned into reddish brown, and drove towards us desperately. Rushed over."

His eyes stayed on the body of the enemy soldiers piled up on the wall and piled up on the hill, and everything that happened on that thrilling night again resurfaced in Remack's heart, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

"If anyone tells me again that the'Charlieman are a coward who can't be beaten', I will definitely tie him outside the armored fortress and see for myself the power of the "coward". As far as I can see, everywhere In the blue military uniform and red pants, they flooded the ground. The flash of the searchlight shot back and forth on the battlefield, and the Charlemagne could not open their eyes. The machine gun swept over the moment they slowed down. I usually live a leisurely life without having to undertake heavy work such as anti-artillery. The machine gunners took out their true skills at that moment. One by one chain of chains was polished, 250 rounds, 1000 rounds~www.wuxiaspot.com ~Hair. The white cloth on the enemy’s chest became the perfect X-shaped target in the eyes of the machine gunners. The machine gunner shouted that they would replace the spare barrel every 5000 rounds, and the red barrels poured out, Replace the new barrel, turn it red again, and change another one... Whenever a machine gun changes the barrel, the fire support point of the leopard turret turret is extremely busy. The 75 ㎜ chariot guns are all used by that group of guys The movement of the machine guns came out. After the killing of grenade and shotgun, they even fired armor-piercing shells directly at the enemy 15 meters away! The goddess testified that I saw a guy in a gorgeous uniform, like a senior officer, fired at a high speed. The tungsten-core armor-piercing bullet hit his head, and dozens of people behind him had their heads cut off. After the officer fell down, the enemy's offensive stopped for a time, and our army's firepower support arrived at this time. Under the blow of the crossfire, none of the Charlemagne returned to their trenches. On average, each machine gun group killed 18,000 bullets, and Corporal Koch's machine gun group killed 20,000 bullets overnight. "

Thinking of the machine gunner's swollen fingers and shoulders, Remark took a long breath and shook his head to continue writing:

"Although they are enemies, their performance makes us awe-inspiring. In the face of the accumulation of various automatic firearms, they still don't bow their heads, don't bend down, don't look for cover, and shouted'Long live' charge straight-this pair We can’t imagine it. In any case, this is a group of brave humans. But when I think of this group of brave, violent people who have no compassion for themselves and others, what will they do after entering my hometown When things happened, I was full of strength all over my body, and there was no longer any hesitation when pulling the trigger."

Two young people who had never met each other once again reached a consensus on the same thing. 8) More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's college