"Gentlemen, you see, this is the slave army in your eyes. In fact, we are not even as good as the army composed of slaves. They defeat you completely with one precision shelling and one charge. If I hadn't let you dig enough trenches, they might have rushed to our eyes. Now, I need an officer who can take on the heavy responsibility of cutting off the rear. You must understand that if no one can stop their continued charge, then we will probably be wiped out."

Colbaqiao solemnly said to the officers who were anxious around him. The officers who touched his eyes lowered their heads in panic. It seemed that not everyone was dedicated and cut off their backs? This was an obvious mission to die.

The commander was not disappointed, because he understood the values ​​of most white people and the task of dying was not willing to accept. He could only put his last hope on several generals in his country, but the result was no different. Before he could speak, the officers had taken a few steps back silently, hoping to hide their figures so that the old general could not see him.

"Okay, forgive me for not being able to continue leading you anymore, and you may not be convinced by the leaders. You also know what the end of the war is, and I have lived long enough, so let me win hope for life for you. This is also the price I paid for the failure of this war. You must remember that if I fail to block, you must send another army among you to block it layer by layer, so that most of the soldiers can escape. This is very important."

All that should be said has been said, and the old general walked towards his own direct subordinate without hesitation. He knew that the longer he blocked the enemy, the more young men would survive. It is certain that failure is that the tide of black soldiers and rain-like dense shelling cannot be resisted by mere trenches.

The old general's subordinates were hesitating, looking at the coalition soldiers who had been retreating in the front, they also wanted to escape, but as the commander, they were their old general, and they were his direct subordinates. They could only suppress their restlessness and wait anxiously until the arrival of the old general.

"Guys, and dear children, as your old boss, I have accepted a task that may be towards death. Will you blame me?" When the officers surrounded him, Colbaqiao led him to speak. He was not willing to sacrifice his subordinates to this battlefield for many years, but reality could not make him choose.

The anxious officers fell silent as they listened to the words of the old general. They were used to life on the battlefield and understood what they needed to do now. Everyone wanted to live and their own sacrifices to fight for the opportunity to survive for others. But few people were willing, but what about the old general? He was the commander of the coalition army. Could it be that he, an old guy, stayed on the battlefield to block the enemy? They couldn't do it. This old guy has led them for many years and was respected and loved by them.

"Old guy, I'm not willing to throw you alone and run away by myself. I think everyone here thinks so, and the soldiers are the same. Give orders, when we go to hell, we will fight together again, hoping to conquer a big empire under your leadership."

The officer who accepted the reality shrugged, of course, in order to express his dissatisfaction, he said all the "old guy" he never dared to call him. If he didn't say it, he might not have a chance in the future.

"Yes, the old guy, I am very willing to lead you again. I am proud to have you, the annoying group of troublemakers. I hope you won't always cause me some trouble in hell." The old general's eyes turned red and patted his old subordinates on the shoulders one by one.

The officers all walked towards their own troops and had no more time to explain why they were going upstream. They were completely opposite to the direction of others. Smart people already knew their tasks and just prayed that they could survive, although they also knew that the possibility was not high.

From afar, you can see the soldiers of the Demon God Empire crazily massacred the coalition soldiers they were chasing, and everyone was making final preparations.

"Bang, bang...bang, bang."

The battlefield seemed to have returned to normal and became in contact with each other. The soldiers of the Demon Empire finally encountered decent resistance. After paying a number of unexpected casualties, they slowed down the attack.

"Boom, boom..."

Resuscitation does not mean giving up. Before the veteran general's subordinates could be glad that they had repelled the enemy's attack, the barrage composed of dense shells was quickly covered.

"Boom, boom..."

"Boom, boom..."

The continuous shelling instantly made soldiers who had never experienced similar battlefield environments dizzy, and casualties rose sharply.

The smoke of gunpowder and dust covered the entire battlefield, with broken limbs and broken arms flying across, as if a picture of hell on earth.

The exact opposite is that the soldiers of the Demon Empire who suspended the attack were admiring this picture that represented a beautiful scenery to them, leisurely replenishing their physical strength, waiting for the shelling to stop before continuing to launch the attack.

"Old guy, are you okay? Although you are very old, we still don't want you to leave us first."

Korbaqiu, who was shocked by the artillery fire, was shaken by an officer of his subordinates and recovered for a long time.

"Has the shelling stopped?"

"Yes, I don't think we'll stop it for long. Are you ready to go to hell with us? Don't mention heaven to me, like us, the group of executioners who work as a profession in war, have no chance to hide under the wings of the old man God to receive his blessing."

The old general looked at the retreating coalition soldiers behind him, then looked at the soldiers of the Demon Empire who started attacking again in front of him, and said with a smile: "Yes, we can't go to heaven, and it's good to go to hell. I don't know if we can do anything to the demons. I'm ready."

Soon, the trench was drowned in the sound of gunfire and cannons, and there was a dying scream from time to time, until there was no more noise.

At least the old general finally bought some time for the retreat of the coalition forces, which also caused certain casualties to the enemy. Although the data was relatively small compared to the other party, he had already tried his best, right? He even gave his own life.

The coalition fled the battlefield at a faster speed, boarded a transport ship that had not left in Libreville, and hurriedly fled the continent cursed by the demons, and paid one-third of the soldiers who lost their lives.

The pursuers of the Demon God Empire, which had no navy on the coast of West Africa, could only sigh. Because they were too arrogant and too close to the sea, they were hit by battleships. This may be the largest casualties created by the coalition forces for the enemy. Seeing that there was no advantage to take, the coalition forces could only retreat in shame and cover the group of defeated soldiers and return to Europe.

The responsibility for failure is of course borne by Commander Korbaji, who has lost his life, and there is no doubt.
Chapter completed!