Dada's steam rifle was broken. The hit just now might have damaged some parts of the backpack. His rifle could not be inflated, nor could it be fired. He lay on the ground, listening to the sound of bullets above his head, thinking about the future.

Now, it seems to be the time for spring?

In front of Dada, green buds could be seen in the black soil. He reached out and picked up the bud, but could not tell what kind of plant it was. He put down the unknown bud, unbuttoned the buckle of the steam backpack, slanted his body, and slid the backpack to the ground beside him. This action made him feel relaxed. He lay on the ground, turned his head, and just saw a soldier shooting half-kneel, but was shot down by the enemy.

Is this idiot, don’t you know how to shoot while lying down?

Dada looked at the corpse on the ground and suddenly had some thoughts. He crawled towards the corpse and took a while to reach the corpse. What surprised him was that the soldier was not dead yet and was moaning with his eyes closed. Hearing that Dada was coming, he opened his eyes and reached out.

"Save me--"

“Okay, quiet.”

Dada nodded, unbuttoned the soldier's buckle, reached out to touch the soldier's chest, and had blood in one hand. He was not a doctor, nor did he know how the soldier was injured. He just patted the soldier comfortably, took out his triangle scarf and stuffed his wounds randomly, and took his backpack over.

"You wait, someone will come to save you soon. I'll go and avenge you now."

Dada lay down and tried hard to put on his backpack, but found that he could not do anything. His current posture could not put on his backpack at all, unless he stood up. Standing up means death.

Helplessly, Dada reached out to grab the rifle, threw his backpack aside, and began to aim. His eyes passed through the sparse buds in the fields and saw the scene ahead. The gray-clothed soldiers were half-kneeling, hiding behind the sandbags to shoot. The sound of machine guns kept covering them. It seemed that no one noticed himself.

Dada took a light breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger. He looked at a gray-clothed figure and fell to the ground, knowing that he had hit it. He quickly grabbed his backpack and blocked it in front of him. Sure enough, in just a few seconds, four or five sounds of being hit on the backpack sounded.

Dada knew that the backpack was no longer useful, so he began to retreat. The drums in the air stopped at some point, and there were moans and blood everywhere.

The charge is over?

Did we lose?

Dada could see too little, but his intuition told him that staying here was a dead end. He took off his backpack, so he felt much lighter. He didn't hear the drums of the charge, so he agreed that the charge was over. He began to crawl carefully and creep behind.

Without weapons, he killed an enemy. He didn't know why he was still here. While crawling and observing the situation, the sound of machine guns on the battlefield had stopped. Only the occasional "bang bang" drum sound and the "bang puff" long-range weapon hitting sound are still proving the existence of the god of death.

Dada was still crawling, and he crawled over several corpses, all in red clothes. He didn't know how casualties were caused by the charge, but he knew that he had suffered heavy casualties. The enemy's machine guns were too powerful, and they could not break through the enemy's defense at all.

"Bang—bang—"

The drum sounded again that represented the charge. Dada raised his head in surprise, but found that more soldiers in red had entered the battlefield. They lined up according to the method used by the Dada company just now, launched charges, crawled, and fired alternately, and everything seemed to be a replica of it just now. Dada lay on the ground, pretending that he seemed to be dead. He occasionally looked up and watched the soldiers rush up, lie down, shoot, and die just like before.

At this moment, it seemed that the battlefield was stripped away from the space surrounding Dada, and he was able to observe the battle situation from a quiet and uninterrupted perspective. The enemy used sandbags to make a simple defense line, which was only knee-high, but blocked almost all shooting angles. Some obviously prominent sandbag parts were placed behind them. When those machine guns were fired, white smoke would float up above, which was easy to identify.

The charge continued. Dada looked at it for a while and heard the familiar drum sound again. The third wave of soldiers had rushed up. He looked at the red figures and suddenly felt a cold feeling.

They are about to die.

It turns out that this is war.

Dada wiped the corners of his eyes and suddenly felt a little confused. What should he do? Keep pretending to be dead? Or pick up his gun and charge again? He couldn't find his company, his company commander, and his comrades-in-arms. At this time, it seemed that he was the only one left on the entire battlefield.

"Bang—bang—"

The sound of the charge drums rang again. What time has this been? The third time or the fourth time?

Dada was a little uncertain. He took a light breath and watched the lively soldiers dying in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly hoped that this absurd battle would end soon.

How can the enemy be so powerful?

"boom--"

A more dull sound came out, which made Dada stunned. He turned his head and looked at his position, but saw rows of eight steam cannons. If he remembered correctly, those cannons should be called hammers.

Why not use it early?

Dada was a little confused, but he soon saw the black mud on the wheels of the cannons, so he knew the answer. He turned his head and looked at the enemy's position, expecting them to react. However, the sandbags still looked intact.

"Boom boom boom boom--"

After several consecutive cannons, Dada heard the sound of charge. It sounded like the enemy was suppressed by the steam cannons. He turned around in place, climbed behind the two bodies, took a steam rifle, checked it, pulled the bolt and started aiming.

At this moment, he saw the results of his steam cannon. With another burst of banging cannons, the enemy's sandbag piles surrounding the steam machine gun vibrated, revealing some sand.

Then, there is nothing.

What's the use of this?

Dada smiled bitterly, and was about to aim, but suddenly heard a sound that had never been heard before, which was sharp, like a monster. The roar of the high-speed steam turbine was a roar that had never appeared in this world. Everyone on the battlefield was attracted by this sound. Then, they saw the giant beasts.

A giant over three meters high and nearly ten meters long drove out from behind the enemy's position. This steel monster had a huge, indestructible chassis, with a blood-red bloody mouth painted on it. Above the chassis, a thick cannon barrel stretched out in front of a square steel shell. On both sides of the iron shell, there were two rotating barrels. Although I had never seen such a thing, Dada suddenly understood what fear was when he saw the bloody mouth painted in front of this steel beast at the first sight.

What is that?

Dada opened his mouth wide, and no one could answer his question. Even the drums representing the charge disappeared. The entire battlefield was quiet for a few seconds at this moment.

Those few seconds seemed to last for several hours.

The strange screams in the air continued, and Dada then realized that the steel monster seemed to be slow. Moreover, it seemed that it was not affected by this muddy land. Dada looked at the feet of the steel monster, which was not a common wheel, but a snowboard-like thing covered in black mud. Moreover, the thing seemed to be turning.

"What is that-"

Dada moaned silently, but saw a teammate starting to shoot at the monster, and the bullets shot on the steel plates on the monster's body, making an inaudible jingle sound. Almost without observing, Dada knew that the gun was useless to that kind of monster.

"Dadadada—"

The two small barrels above the monster's head began to shoot, with dense gunshots and fierce firepower. Dada watched his comrades, whether they were lying or kneeling, whether they were charging or dazed, and were beaten into a flesh-and-blooded sieve by the dense weapons.

"A monster!!"

"Monster!!!"

There were scattered shouts on the battlefield, and the charge just launched stopped, and some soldiers had already begun to retreat quietly. At this moment, the sound of cannons rang out.

"Boom--"

Perhaps because the target was too big, the two shots of the hammer in the rear easily hit the monster. However, the two shells seemed to have just bounced on the monster's face and disappeared. The monster was still moving forward, and the machine gun above its head was still shooting.

"Dadadada—"

"Retreat!!!Retreat!!!"

Someone shouted loudly, and then was shot by an attacker from a distance. Dada had known this result for a long time. He looked at the monster getting closer and closer and began to crawl to the side. He didn't dare to stand up, and he would definitely be killed when he stood up. He could only bet that there were not so many enemies on the side.

The battlefield was already in chaos because of the appearance of these two monsters. Although the monster looked huge and heavy, it was more flexible than imagined. Just by visual observation, Dada could see that the monster was faster than his running speed. It seemed that it only took a few minutes to break through the five hundred meters between the positions of both sides. Behind the monster, there were many soldiers in gray clothes. They relied on the steel giant beast in front as cover to clear the enemies who were trying to attack on the side of the detour. The rifle in their hands made a dense shooting sound, as if weeding, harvesting life.

Dada knew that this battle was going to lose, and no one could resist it when facing that kind of monster. Could it be a magical creation of some form? Dada didn't know the answer, and he didn't want to know the answer. He continued to move to the side, but found that the enemy had rushed out of the defensive position in the whole line. He looked at his position, but only saw a group of panic fleeing backs.

It's over, it's all over.

At this moment, Dada suddenly saw the end of the war. He breathed a sigh of relief and hid himself between the two corpses.

No matter what, let yourself live first.

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"So you'll tell me what the fuck are!!!"

Less than two kilometers away from Dada, it was the front command of the First Legion. The commander of the First Legion, Jon Wright, fell down the folder in his hand, and in front of him, the commander of the First Division and the Second Division stood down without saying a word.

"You guys are talking! Two divisions have 20,000 people, but they can't handle the defense of the enemy's division? Are you serious? What black magic weapon is there? Isn't this nonsense? Since the third great demon wave, how has one of their magic weapon been running?"

Jon Wright was very loud and angry. He never thought that as the commander of the First Legion, the glory he originally wanted to take on the enemy for the first time turned out to be such an almost collapsed situation.

"Legislature Commander, that's really a magic weapon. I've seen it with my own eyes! It's invulnerable and extremely fast. We have no way to destroy it. Our front line has collapsed. They are approaching here at a rapid speed. We must retreat!"

The commander of the First Division, Sam McDonald, looked panicked, "Really, Commander of the Legion, our army has exploded, the enemy is driving straight in, we must retreat immediately!"

"What are you retreating? I have already let the Third Division and the Fourth Division go up, you two cowards! Gastens is not a great magician, and he can't have a magic weapon! Don't be fooled by rumors! Go out with me, get in the whole team, and prepare to fight back!"

Unlike the two division commanders, Jon Wright had seen His Majesty and had also received His Majesty's guarantee. He even asked the director of the newly established Magister Tower Research Institute, knowing that there is no more magic in the current world. He rushed out of the command post angrily, but saw the flustered Chief of Staff John Calkin.

"Jon, something happened! The enemy used some very powerful weapon. The third division had been blown up. The fourth division did not dare to get on. They were running. The soldiers had run halfway. Many people said that we offended the magician. The magician used the magician. If he didn't run, he would be killed by the forbidden curse!"

"Who the hell is spreading rumors?"

Jon Wright was very angry, but beyond his anger, he had no choice. He thought for a few seconds and gave the order.

"The command center retreated and ordered the Fourth Division to complete the team, and to go around the flank to see if it could attack the enemy. Notify the Second Legion of our situation and let them be careful of the enemy's weapon-"

Halfway through, Jon Wright turned his head and asked Sam McDonald, the commander of the First Division, “What is that thing called?”

"Monster! Magic!"

Sam vented his fear with two short words. Jon Wright repeated the commander's yard and walked out of the command post. The command post was on a small mound with a relatively good view. As soon as he left the yard, he saw the tide-like defeated soldiers and the magic weapon mentioned by the two division commanders.

The steel monsters depicting bloody mouths can be heard here. Just after a look at the situation, Jon Wright knew that the front line had exploded, and the soldiers' fears defeated themselves, and the attack was defeated. He turned around without hesitation and issued an order.

"You are right, let's retreat! Retreat! The fastest speed!"

"puff--"

Chiefs of Staff John Culkin and Sam McConnor looked at Jon Wright, who was shot in the head, and were stunned for a second before returning to his senses.

"puff--"

This time, the second division commander was hit. So, no matter how stupid the person knew that he was being targeted, John Calkin rolled on the ground and began to shout.

"Guards, guards!! Come with the shield!!!"

The commander of the First Division, Sam McDonald, looked at the two corpses on the ground, retching twice, and vomited out.
Chapter completed!