Cosma Empire

Yes, Fenrir cursed like the title of the last chapter, that's a cannonball, idiot! While asking people to find a bunker to prepare for the bombardment of the shells, he also found a big rock to hide behind. He has seen such shells before. Before he set foot on the smuggling boat with the intention of finding a rich man to be a millionaire, he had seen a naval battle on the sea while fishing. The huge cannonball looks like a bean from a long distance, but this bean will produce an explosion and instant flames. The flying fragments can cut off the mast. The best way to avoid it is to jump into the water , diving to a depth of 20 meters, those shrapnel will not have the terrifying lethality.

This was on land, and there was no twenty-meter-deep water for him to dive in. He could only imitate the sailors on the deck and crawl behind the wine barrel, holding his head and his buttocks towards the place where the shells landed.

A rotten ass is better than a broken head!

But this time he is destined to be disappointed, because there is no deafening, earth-shaking explosion, only a momentary flame, he looked back curiously, those shells exploded more than 20 meters away from the ground He opened it, it was a bunch of bad shells, he had never heard of shells exploding in mid-air, did the arms purchase department of this group of imperial guys take advantage of it?

He rolled his eyes, maybe this is also a material that can be brought to the negotiating table. If the other party does not agree to his conditions, he will expose the purchase of inferior shells by the military region.

The fire rain all over the sky and the screams from all directions quickly brought him back to his senses. He suddenly shuddered and looked down at the blazing flames on the stone less than one meter away from him. The flame was attached to the stone, and there was nothing to burn except for a layer of black sticky substance on the surface of the stone. He walked over and blew hard, and the beard was blown up, but the egg-sized flame not only did not go out, but became bigger with his blowing action.

He immediately bent down to pick up a piece of rotten bark, pressed it hard on the burning place, and wiped it vigorously. He was able to confirm that the flame had been completely extinguished. When he lifted the bark, some black sticky substances were also attached to the moss on the surface of the bark.

In the next second, flames erupted from the stone and the bark again, and burned violently, so frightened that he let go of the bark and let the bark fall to the ground.

Words like "the flames of the devil" and "the flames of hell" gradually spread around people who can only speak in extreme fear. Those people who were stained with flames kept screaming and rolling, but they couldn't stop the flames. It was extinguished again and again, and the whole valley was like falling into hell.

He staggered, Fenrir clutched his chest, and coughed violently. The violent cough made him hunched over, and he felt as if he wanted to cough out his lungs to be happy. He wiped the corners of his wet mouth, he needed to maintain a positive image of himself. However, he looked at the back of his hand in a daze,

That's not saliva, it's blood!

When a person yelled "This smoke is poisonous" in a particularly shrill voice, all the people who were able to run and were not ignited by the flames of hell rushed to the valley entrances on both sides, perhaps it would be safe to run out. But what greeted them was not fresh air, but rows of automatic rifles with their safety unlocked, as well as weapon loading platforms. The metal storm came to this world in an instant, and the blood gathered together like a stream, bending and spreading along the mountain road along the ups and downs of the terrain.

Behind the steam, frenzied and distorted faces bared their teeth like devils crawling out of hell, their fingers tightly locked the trigger, and the bullets poured out like a rainstorm.

Behind them, reporters kept taking pictures and writing, one of them wrote:

"Sin is as fragile as paper in front of the bullets of justice. This group of demons who burned, killed, looted and murdered thousands of people in the west finally waited for their trial. Every bullet represents a determination, a commitment to ensure the stability of the west. , the sharp swords of upholding justice and justice for those innocent victims. These sharp swords penetrated the bodies of the devils and tore their ugly souls. Did you hear it? The roar of the devils unwillingly is the swan song of their sinking into hell. May all innocent people killed by them see this moment in heaven."

"May God be with us, may peace be with us forever, and may this never happen again."

Everyone has everyone's justice, devils or angels, and they can't judge their right or wrong because of their instincts, that's just the way they live.

But today, this must be a victory for the Army. The corner of Mr. Colonel's mouth was slightly raised, so many military exploits are enough to make his medal beautiful and shiny, he stepped on a new step again, and took another step away from the arrival of the star.

The unilateral killing lasted less than ten minutes, and the valley fell into a deathly silence, all sounds disappeared, only a few water mist spraying machines were humming and whispering.

After waiting for another three minutes, Mr. Colonel nodded, "Start to clean up the poisonous gas. Be careful that someone may pretend to be dead. When cleaning the battlefield, you must repair the gun in the vital part. Soldiers, bullets are not valuable, but your lives are incomparably precious. Make sure you are safe!"

The machine that sprayed the water mist was driven by the soldiers wearing gas masks and started to move towards the valley. The entire valley was filled with a kind of purple-gray smoke, which condensed and did not disperse. Of course, this is also thanks to the special geographical terrain of the valley. The wind at high altitudes cannot disturb the airflow in the valley, so that these toxic smog will not leak out in a large area.

In fact, it doesn't matter too much if it leaks. These toxic floating particles will stick to the surface of some plants tomorrow morning. Chemical substances that are highly toxic to humans have no effect on plants. After several heavy rain washes, these things end up in the soil and are finally broken down into harmless substances.

The gunshots from time to time in the valley and the distorted corpses on the ground made the soldiers who entered the valley to clean up the battlefield a little shocking, and even felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. The word war is very close to them, because they are soldiers, warriors who defend the empire from aggression, and their existence is for war. But this word is far away from them. The most recent war took place more than 20 years ago, and the bloodshed more than ten years ago was just an unequal battle.

But here, in this small valley, they can really feel the weight of the word war and the glory it brings.

Everyone kept as silent as possible, firing two shots for every body they saw. One shot to the head and one shot to the chest. This is the standard for cleaning the battlefield, and they have learned it in class. When the poisonous fog in the entire valley was dispersed, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of purple-gray dust, the reporters and officers from outside all came in.

This is a very good thing. The illegal armed extremist organization Freedom Front entrenched in the west has been wiped out, creating a safe environment for the lives and properties of the people in the west. This is also a huge feat. The number of kills at the level of more than 2,000 is enough for the commander of this battle to get an Imperial Silver Heart Medal, and for the dispatched legion to get a second-class Medal of the Group Battle Banner. Everyone got it Affordable, which is a good thing.

The flashing of the spotlight made the Commander feel like a hero. He put on white gloves. After all, there is still a lot of poisonous dust here. If you accidentally get it, you may hurt yourself. Wearing a pair of gloves is always safer. . He beckoned and asked the soldiers to bring over several sentry posts. He pointed to the neatly arranged corpses on the ground and said, "Write down your leader's number on a piece of paper. If someone lies, then he You will also get a number plate, understand?"

Several checkpoints nodded their heads tremblingly. They were almost unable to stand still. After more than an hour, they did not expect that this group of Freedom Front, which was feared by everyone in the west and had almost stopped even trade, was so finished?

The first checkpoint received a pen and a piece of paper, walked from the beginning to the end under the guard of the soldiers, and handed the paper in his hand to Mr. Major, and then the second went to identify it. After the ten checkpoints had been identified, Mr. Major began to compare the papers with only six numbers written on them. He suddenly raised his head and pointed to the seventh person. Before the seventh person could say anything, the frightened expression froze on his face.

A bullet pierced his skull from behind, sending him falling to the ground.

The major glanced indifferently at the guy who was still twitching on the ground but was actually dead and sneered twice, "I hate it when people lie to me!" Then he handed one of the cards to a soldier, "Put the Put these six corpses aside.” After speaking, he turned around and looked at the special commissioner from the imperial capital with a smile on his face, “Mr. special commissioner, the six leaders of the Freedom Front have all been killed. You can call the cabinet, the Western Military Region has perfectly completed the encirclement and suppression mission."

The special commissioner wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his straight suit made him out of place with everything here. He glanced at the paper in his hand and put it in his pocket, "I will call the Secretary of Defense immediately and send What I saw and what I heard was reported to the cabinet exactly. I have to commend you, Major Manin, for your thinking is very clear and the soldiers are executing it very well. This will make the minister and the cabinet Your Excellencies, remember your name."

Major Manin suppressed the excitement in his heart and stretched out his hands, "This is what I should do. Fighting for the empire is my lifelong belief and my honor!"

The commissioner smiled mysteriously, nodded in agreement and said, "History will remember this moment!"