Thousands of sparks

Chapter 77 Five Years
The artillery fire covered the entire road from Boysenk to Finn County without warning.From the position guarded by the naval commandos to the east, the shelling range gradually extended, and extended to the distance.

Even time seemed to slow down when the sudden shelling was the only sound on the battlefield.In addition to the original speed of the explosion, whether it was the Imperial Navy commando or the allied soldiers who howled and charged, their movements became slow and even a little funny.

But the bloody killing never changed its essence.In this land, people from two distant planets fought each other with weapons.All the crystallization of wisdom and technology produced in human history have been applied to this land - how to quickly and efficiently take human life.

Tens of thousands of years ago, humans fought each other with stone axes and spears.Tens of thousands of years later, even though they have the ability to travel through the stars, human beings are still obsessed with killing each other.

There is not much essential difference between a civilized civilized man and a naked ape erectus.

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It took General Horne a moment to realize that the Confederate attack had been repulsed, after blasting the advancing Confederates with a single round.

"Everyone, rest on the spot and prepare the ammunition." Horn sat down on the ground, turned his head and shouted, "Company commander, report the statistics!"

"Your Excellency, Mr. Captain is dead." The bloody captain limped over, and he reported to General Horn, "We suffered heavy casualties, nearly half of the commandos were wounded or killed— —The exact number is being counted.”

Horn nodded with a livid face, and then asked, "Give you five minutes to rest, and gather all the soldiers who can still hold guns and walk."

As a veteran who has experienced many battles, Horn clearly knows that the situation of the enemy is unknown, and it is impossible for his side to have reinforcements, so continuing to stick to the position will not have any good results.

If the enemy's assembly area is not covered by artillery fire, then holding the position can only delay the time of defeat for a while at most.

Instead of doing this, it is better to launch a countercharge when the enemy army is in chaos and restlessness just after the firepower strike has passed.Hit him by surprise, so that there is still a chance of winning.

Of course, if the enemy hadn't been hit by fire, launching a countercharge now would be no different from dying—but... dying on the way to attack after a difficult defensive position, no navy commando would refuse this " gift".

Marine commandos are made to be surrounded by enemies, but they are by no means the best at defending positions.

The mission of imperial navy commandos is always to attack.

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In the dark night, the fire was burning violently, and there was smoke everywhere.The air was filled with the pungent smell of blasted stone powder and soil, and at the same time there was a strong smell of blood, and the stench of burnt meat was hard to drill into the nose.

Major Marcus von Hohenzollern fell to the ground, he raised his upper body with difficulty, and looked around in confusion.

This scene seemed familiar, and he didn't even know whether he was dreaming for a while.

This smell, this smoke and flames are all exactly the same as when he led the alliance team to defeat five years ago.

He raised his hands, looked at his rough palms, and his tattered clothes—no, this wasn't a nightmare, it was just a sudden shelling.

After thinking about this point, Major Marcus actually felt a lot easier in his heart.

Let him do anything, just don't go back to that night five years ago.Even as a resolute Confederate officer, after five years, Major Marcus still couldn't face the night of his defeat again.

His lieutenant captain was killed by the imperial bombardment on the battlefield. As the deputy captain and chief of staff, Major Marcus took over the command and commanded the remaining 820 seven alliance soldiers to continue to perform their duties.

They want to open up a landing field for the Alliance on Ahaut, so as to safely and quickly project 32 divisions on the flank of the Imperial Dog, thus completing the greatest division and siege in the history of the Alliance War.

This order came directly from General Eisenstein, the commander of the alliance's second theater, and also received the attention of the alliance's head of state.

Major Marcus bears arduous responsibilities and pressure. He and the remaining 820 seven comrades are determined to use all means—even if it is to exchange their own lives—to complete the task.

But just when Marcus's brigade successfully completed the infiltration mission and was advancing towards the intended target area, they were suddenly hit by a large-scale bombardment from the Empire. The 8-inch shells perfectly covered the concealed fortifications built by the Marcus brigade when they were stationed and rested, and the tall trees in the shelling area caused a large number of heavy shells to explode in midair.

The shells that exploded in the air became a perfect rain of bullets. The shock wave was surrounded by countless fragments and flames, which easily took away the lives of almost everyone, and at the same time ignited the entire dry forest.

Major Marcus was carried out of the forest by his guards.After three days in a coma, he had just woken up and learned that his brigade was almost wiped out when a pack of stinking Imperial Army lackeys captured him.

Marcus himself had little hope of continuing to live...in fact.He didn't even think he'd make it back to the league alive one day.Even in that bright starry sky, there are still my parents, beautiful wife and four children waiting for me.

After being captured, Marcus was first sent to an imperial plantation to be enslaved.However, as an officer, he organized prisoner-of-war riots many times, and was then singled out and sent to the mine of the United Mining Industry.

In the mine, Marcus took advantage of his "work convenience" to steal a batch of explosives.Then with the help of Confederate engineers who were also prisoners of war, Marcus and a group of soldiers blew up the cells guarding them and launched another riot.

This time, Marcus and his men even seized control of an Imperial mining ship.When they tried to escape by boat, the Imperial Guard Navy appeared in their route and destroyed the imperial property that had been taken by the miners.

Marcus was captured for the third time, and this time, he was sent to Newsail.

Newsale's mines were different from any he'd been before.The guards here are even more brutal-they will even brutally kill those sick prisoners of war for no reason, just for fun.

Marcus completely gave up his plan to riot here, and the reason is very simple.

This is not the mine of the Imperial Mining Federation, but the private property of an Imperial Duke.More importantly, this private property is the part that Mr. Duke can't see.

Part of this mine is to provide wealth to the duke, while the other part...is a place for the United Mines and Imperial Mines to process prisoners of war slaves.

The prisoners of war who will be sent here are the most difficult thorns, or the "fucks" who have been squeezed clean.It's not a pity to die, as long as they can squeeze out a little profit before they die, it's not a loss.

And Marcus, who noticed this, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He felt... that he might have found a way to make up for the annihilation of his brigade.

An imperial duke with such a passion for wealth and close ties to the United Mines.This made Major Marcus smell a wonderful fragrance.

A wonderful scent with a touch of betrayal.

Marcus began to use his identity to gather the thorns and the weak prisoners of war.At his request, the prisoners of war suddenly changed their appearance and worked hard to provide Mr. Duke with wealth.In his opinion, the richer this Duke of Saar was, the more damage he would do to the empire.

Of course, the purpose of Marcus’ behavior will not let the imperial dogs know. With his help, the Duke’s Bosenk mining assets have rapidly expanded within four years, from the original single mine to four.

Just when Major Marcus felt that he would work for Mr. Duke on Bosenk until the last moment of his life, the leader of the mine supervision team found him.

"Slaughter a village, and Mr. Duke will provide you with a boat—a boat that can take you home." The captain of the mine supervision team conveyed the "order" to Major Marcus in an arrogant manner, "The equipment on this boat If you have enough Ypsilon ore, you can return to the alliance, or you can go directly to the Star River Federation—anywhere."

Major Marcus, who had worked as a senior miner for four years, suddenly felt a soft spot in his heart being touched.

He is homesick.

After enlisting in the Army and becoming a Confederate soldier for 19 years, Major Marcus decided to launch a military operation for the first time for personal reasons.

Now, he was half lying on the ground, looking at the comrades beside him who were also eager to go home, but had been torn apart by the shells, and didn't know what to say.

At the assembly point, the Confederate soldiers, like the Imperial mine supervisors, were strewn with corpses, with limbs and corpses everywhere.

Their blood is as dark as red and indistinguishable; their internal organs are mixed and indistinguishable from each other.

This is not the nightmare Major Marcus had five years ago, it is more cruel than five years ago.

Marcus lowered his head slowly - there was once a beautiful blond head that was "not a blade of grass" due to burns.He saw his lower body.

There was nothing there but a lump of intestines that looked like a cat messed up my wife's knitting, and a steady stream of blood.

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Commodore Horne rushed to the staging area with 37 Marine commandos.They found it all the way by the smell of blood-where there is blood, there are people.And in this darkness, except for them, any "person" is an enemy.

But after entering the assembly area, they were not attacked in any way.The commandos entered the area very smoothly, and then saw the real "hell".

The artillery manned by the Fern County artillerymen seems to have been blessed by the gods in the dark.Six eight-inch high-explosive grenades accurately and perfectly covered the forest.Just like five years ago, the forest's tall canopy detonated the shell prematurely, sending fragments and shock waves sweeping the area.

Except for a few wounded who are still howling, the "enemies" in this area don't even have human figures.Severed limbs and viscera were everywhere, and the muddy ground sucked blood.

The battle... is over.

(End of this chapter)