War Paradise

Seeing the dilapidated bright red banner, the old general's thoughts flowed quickly, as if returning to when he was still young forty years ago.

At that time, he was just an ordinary soldier of the Warscar Army. Together with a large number of his comrades, he was used as cannon fodder by the old man of Warscar City and was forcibly thrown onto the battlefield.

At that time, the Flame Wind Army was the strongest period led by the first lords.

It is conceivable that what the Warscar soldiers encountered at that time was a total nightmare.

A large number of war-scarred soldiers, like wheat harvested by sickles, fell one after another. In the face of the Flame Wind Army's wide-ranging attacks from multiple arms, there was almost no way to fight back.

The old general, who was still young at the time, survived by hiding under the bodies of his comrades. Although he successfully escaped back to Warscar City, when he was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, he still witnessed a scene that he could not forget in his life:

The burning clouds in the sky seemed to be stained red with blood. Dozens of soldiers walked on the battlefield under the sunset. Their armor was already incomplete, and their bodies were covered with mud and plasma.

Those soldiers came from the most elite slaughter unit in Flame Wind City, which was later the "Instigated Group".

When the battle started, the Slaughter City troops acted as the vanguard and first entered the battle scar army's position. While taking the most victories, the Massacre Army was also the one that suffered the most casualties among the Flame Wind Army.

The young soldier lying under the corpse was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe, but stared blankly at the enemy from the massacre army, and secretly prayed that these "death gods" would leave quickly.

Then, he saw the scenes that appeared countless times in the nightmare that followed.

A soldier's left arm broke from his elbow, and his forearm slipped down. There was only a layer of skin attached to the arm, but it was finally unable to stay on the body.

Just looking at the scene, the old general who was still young could already imagine the pain the other party was suffering.

However, the soldier continued to move forward, without a trace of tremor, but slowly bent down and picked up a flag that had fallen on the ground with his right hand.

The soldier raised the tattered blood-red flag with his remaining hand. In the dark red sunset, it is like a **** of war descending into the world.

At that moment, the picture in the eyes of the old general seemed to freeze. The silhouette in the sunset will always remain in his mind, and can never be erased again.

Even if he later became a general, he still couldn't forget the scene that year.

After many years, the Lord Flame Wind at that time has passed away, and he has changed from a young man to a gray-haired veteran. He thought he had completely overcome his old fears. but now……

"This is... the Flame Wind Army..."

The red battle flag that was flying above the chariot revived the fear in the old general's heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the **** battlefield of forty years ago, and once again became the shivering young man hiding under the corpse of his comrade-in-arms.

"Old man, why are you in a daze? It's time to go!"

The fox maiden's roar restored the old man's sanity. He looked down at his big scarred hand, and finally remembered his identity.

"Wolf cavalry, retreat."

The old man did not look at the flag flying on the chariot, and turned to leave the front line under the **** of the guards. The war-scarred soldiers who were camping in the forest also began to retreat quickly.

When all three fox chariots were destroyed and the wolf cavalry lost more than 30 men. In order to avoid more casualties, it is wise to let the Warscarred Army retreat temporarily.

"You must find a way to destroy that tank..." the old general said with a black face.

The defensive power of that tank is extraordinary, and it can even withstand the continuous firing of the powerful ballista. Except for the use of falling rocks and sinkholes, the old general could not think of any other way to solve the opponent.

There are no falling rocks in this woodland, so sinkholes can only be dug. However, the enemy will certainly not be fooled easily.

The chariot was still parked beside the flames, without any intention of pursuing it. It just blasted several retreating war scar wolf cavalry with organ cannon, as a farewell gift.

"damn it……"

Seeing his soldiers being torn to pieces, the old general gritted his teeth.

At this moment, General Qin, who stood on the observation tower in the distance and watched the entire battle with Soviet-made binoculars, finally put down the binoculars in his hands and sighed long.

"Do you understand?" The engineering master standing beside him smiled.

"I understand, Old Chen."

General Qin's tone was very heavy, and his eyes under the helmet closed: "I made a big mistake."

"There is no need to say these things, as long as the merits are redeemed." The engineering master patted his old friend on the shoulder: "Stop talking nonsense and do more. Isn't this your principle?"

"..."

General Qin lowered his head and remained silent. After a while, he raised his binoculars again to observe the situation on the battlefield.

The original aggressive army in Warscar City had already retreated to the back of the dense forest in embarrassment, leaving only dozens of corpses and three destroyed chariots.

The ancient chariot operated by the young master is still parked on the battlefield. Although language communication is not possible, the flag that is flying in the wind speaks for itself.

"Get into the battle group and build a position in front to protect the lord."

General Qin calmly issued an order: "The archer troops disperse and build a fixed shield in the rear. The alien knights protect the flanks, and immediately report to the enemy who found a sneak attack."

Below the guard tower, several messengers who received the order left quickly.

Seeing that the troops behind him were advancing, General Qin jumped off the guard tower, mounted the old horse that had accompanied him for many years, and moved to the front line under the protection of the red armor guards.

Since Yin Shuang, the commander of the trapped regiment, was still training, General Qin also took over the command of the army at this time. He rode a horse past the running infantry, and before the vanguard of the trapped regiment reached the slum battlefield, he had already reached the chariot first.

Seeing General Qin's figure through the gunner's observation mirror, Lin Chi opened the top cover above the turret, stuck his upper body out of it, and lowered his head to look down at the general who was turning over and dismounting.

General Qin waved his hand and dismissed several red-armored guards around him. After the guards left, he knelt on the blood-stained wasteland and whispered:

"I'm here to apologize, young master."

"what's happenin?"

Lin Chi was asking questions, but there was already a smile on his face. Even if the other party hadn't spoken yet, he already understood what the other party was going to say.

General Qin lowered his head. Even at this time, his tone was as firm as ever, and he couldn't hear the slightest hesitation:

"It was me who ordered the assassination, Young Master."

Hearing this, Shen Wenchong, who was crawling out of the cockpit exit, almost fell off with a shake of his hand:

"what did you say?"