Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

The sun gradually rose, and the early summer sun failed to dispel the gloomy battlefield. The cold that penetrated into the bones made the sun seem gray. The no-man's land that crows crows from time to time still looks so desolate and terrifying in the sun-it is reminiscent of deserts, Gobi, abandoned mines and other places where there is no grass. But there will never be so many decaying corpses in those places, let alone those evil creatures that feed on corpses.

The defense forces launched a routine artillery bombardment at dawn. Charlemagne's previous raid seemed to stimulate the defenders inside the Siegfried line. No one knows whether the Charlemagne will invest more people to launch this crazy charge next time. It is necessary to know that there is never a shortage of people on the opposite side. In order to solve this problem, it is more to obtain a sense of security. Every day at dawn-the most suitable time to launch a raid, the Defence Forces, who never lacked artillery shells, bombarded positions on the Charlemagne side. Sometimes targeted fires are fired on a certain area, sometimes they are aimlessly targeted, and more often through artillery observers, using high parabolic trajectories to hit a certain section of the trench The rapid-fire cold gun. The Defense Force tried to use this combination of irregular artillery to eliminate the idea of ​​the Charlie Man attacking. According to their assumption, the Charlie Man could not be stupid and bold and could not gather troops at the forefront of the trench under the risk of eating a shell anytime and anywhere. If it is assembled in the rear, the artillery observers in the air will immediately find such an excellent target, and greet the artillery brothers in the rear to happily target.

Cyrion and Remack didn’t know what the big guys above thought, or whether those ideas worked as expected. They only knew that it was time for breakfast.

The trench has a fixed pattern. Half an hour after the bombardment is the preparation time. If there is no action by the two sides, the next step is washing and breakfast time.

"Sergeant, your breakfast. Today is dark bread with canned sardines, fried small sausages, potato salad and matsutake soup."

"Thank you (Danke)."

"Paul, yours."

"Thank you, Skoledlov."

After taking the lunch box, Remack glanced at the orcs who turned and left. Behind the five big and three thick backs, a few humans wearing training uniforms without military rank logos, with blue triangle armbands on white background, carried ammunition boxes and followed behind the soldiers. A group of people went down the stairs. After a while, the buzzer of the electric locomotive sounded and gradually went away. Listening to the direction, it should be back to the kitchen in the support area.

The Defense Force never prohibits third- and fourth-class citizens from joining the army, and also encourages them to join the army with various preferential policies to alleviate the shortage of troops. In fact, there are indeed a large number of people recruited into the military, but the motivations and treatment of third-class citizens and fourth-class citizens are not the same.

The third-class citizens are orc immigrants from the Principality. Originally, they used to work in violent institutions in Alfheim, and their main way out was to join the army or become a security police. As long as the salary, treatment and vodka are enough, this group of furry guys are the most dedicated soldiers in the world, and the combat effectiveness is also guaranteed. A series of battles, large and small, on the Siegfried defense line fully proves this.

Fourth-class citizens join the military generally for the treatment of military families, and some also use military participation as a way to get ahead. However, the Defence Forces are not very comfortable with the fourth-class citizens, and generally only allow them to participate in physical work such as logistics and transportation. Unless a soldier performs really well, he will be able to start with the soldiers through strict political censorship and the recommendation of three superior officers. Fourth-class citizens will rarely enter combat troops, let alone touch weapons—even when transporting weapons, they are strictly prohibited from touching.

Generally speaking, the entry of third- and fourth-class citizens into the army has largely eased the pressure on the troops to be understaffed, especially the logistics department. After all, no matter how advanced the technology is, how scientific and reasonable the transportation is, after all, materials still have to rely on labor to load and unload and be responsible for transportation. As long as they can come in handy, they don’t mind what class of citizens come.

As for whether some people worry that the fourth-class citizens will defect to the other side of the front, it cannot be said that there is absolutely no such possibility. However, the Charlemagne on the opposite side did not seem to be friendly to their compatriots in uniforms. More than a dozen of the fourth-class citizens who defected to the other side of the front were crucified and hung on the edge of the trench for display. Escape the incident.

"What the Charlemagins are thinking? Those guys who escaped are obviously their kind and compatriots? Why should they be killed? After asking the intelligence in the fortifications, is it not good to use these people as propaganda materials? ?"

Corporal Remack forked the mashed potato mash into his mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After shaking his head, he started cutting the delicious sausage again.

-Charlieman soldiers will never be humiliated by prisoners!

-The cowards should be crucified!

-There is no **** to pray for the traitors! You go to the **** of death to learn how to be a Charlemagne!

Eerie breezes blew through the decaying corpses, saw the pitiful insects crucified on the cross, the Gendarmerie captain cursed mercilessly, the wailing of the punishment of the punishment, and begging vaguely to reverberate in the sobbing wind. Cyrion hurriedly chewed the turnip crust, and hurriedly swallowed the unknown stuff in his mouth with the cold turnip soup.

The Charlemagne would never be a national slave. No one wants Charlemagne to lower his proud head. This is the official propaganda, and the biggest reason why the military police shot the guys who escaped the no man's land. But everyone, including Cyrion, knew that the gendarmes were simply incapable and lazy to detect whether there was a spy among these people, and did not want the rear to know their incompetence, so they simply killed the matter.

Cyrion believed that this was the truth, and that those who risked being shot over the frontline did indeed believe in the motherland, and Charlemagne was willing to accept their wanderers enslaved by their pointed ears. But the officers did not say anything about it at that time, the sergeants just watched, the soldiers, including Cyrion himself, just watched, coldly, with a bit gloomy, a little jealous, watching the few people in thought The thought of Charlemagne died slowly and painfully. After the few rosy faces gradually lost their blood color, the thin faces full of dishes were relieved one after another.

——We don’t have to give them food.

Cyrion heard a whisper in his voice, and he was relieved. 8) More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's college