Then he said: "Can we attack now?"

"Attack?" Lich Heiss gave him a strange look, chuckled, and said, "Are you crazy? Your people will die before the fog clears."

At this time, ten cannons fired simultaneously again, and the roar shook the heaven and earth.

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Machine gunner Kick and Smit of the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division sat behind his treasured machine gun, holding the cold handle in his hand, eyes wide open, searching for the shadow of the enemy through the narrow window.

The cold air kept pouring into his neck, and Kike now felt as if his whole body was frozen.

The deputy next to him kept stamping his feet, holding the magazine in his arms, rubbing his hands quickly. White mist came out of his mouth.

The soldier outside the bunker was lying on the cold ground. His gloved hand held the gun. The other ungloved hand touched the trigger. From time to time, he lowered his head and breathed hot air into his hand to warm his frozen hands.

It has been three hours since they were awakened by the movement of the Semites at night. There were constant noises from the direction of the enemy camp. It was obvious that something big had happened. However, after several hours, the enemy was still not seen.

The shadow of the Semitic people.

Many soldiers yawned repeatedly because they had not slept well.

"It would be much better if I had a drink of wine at this time." The deputy shooter muttered in Kike's ear.

Kike rolled his eyes at him and said: "Be careful if the company commander catches you and beats you to death, and you still want to drink."

"Boss, you don't know that in my hometown, the colder it is, the more I drink strong wine, take a few sips of hot wine, and look at the cold weather outside. This feeling..." The deputy clicked his tongue.

He held his tongue, as if saliva was about to drip out.

Kike felt that the glutton in his stomach was also drawn out. He couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth and kicked his deputy angrily. He said: "After the battle, I can treat you to a drink at the restaurant in Ruman City. Now

, cheer me up, I don’t want to be killed by a bunch of people with big knives."

The deputy shrugged helplessly and was about to speak...

Suddenly there was a thunderous roar.

The Skeleton Division soldiers in the trench were suddenly stunned and looked at the position ahead.

"The enemy is coming up?" Kike hurriedly lay down in front of the machine gun, clenching his arms and preparing to fire.

But the position in front of him was empty, there was nothing.

"What the hell, who called the artillery?" the Skeleton Division soldiers yelled from outside.

"What's going on? Where is the enemy?"

Just when everyone was confused, the company commander suddenly shouted: "She's under attack, everyone hides~!"

Seeing that his men were still in a daze, looking at him stupidly, the company commander shouted anxiously: "The enemy's artillery fire, conceal it, conceal it~!"

This time the soldiers all understood that it was the Semitic cannons on the opposite side that were firing. When they suddenly heard the news, they were all stunned.

The soldiers of the Skeleton Division have long been accustomed to the generational advantages of their weapons, and have a psychological sense of superiority. We have already used automatic weapons, but you are still stuck in the cold weapon age and will not waver for a hundred years.

Not to mention that the security forces also possess artillery known as the God of War.

No matter how many enemies they face, the soldiers of the security army are never afraid. They believe that the weapons in their hands are difficult for the enemy to defeat.

And it is impossible for the enemies of the security forces to have this kind of weapon in two hundred years.

The confidence in the cash weapons in their hands keeps the morale of the security forces always high, and they never doubt that victory belongs to them.

Because it is impossible for swords to defeat machine guns and cannons. This was said by Lord Lorraine, the flying eagle war god who even dared to stab the high priest.

Moreover, facts have proved that this sentence is not true at all.

In the actual battle the day before yesterday, the Skeleton Division repelled the attack of thousands of Semites with only one battalion, killing a large number of enemies.

The soldiers were certain in their hearts that no matter how many Semites rushed up, they would all fall under their own rifles and artillery fire.

Now when they suddenly heard artillery appeared from the enemy, one can imagine the shock in the hearts of the soldiers.

Before the soldiers had time to think about it, several black dots fell from the sky with a whistling sound, then hit the ground in front of the position with a muffled sound, then spun and jumped, flying forward.

"Hidden~!"

The soldiers immediately retreated into the trenches, holding their heads tightly with their hands, gritting their teeth and preparing to be bombed.

But after a long time, the expected explosion did not come.

Because he was covered by the bunker, Kike didn't have much to worry about when the shells rolled over.

The shells hitting him nearby won't hurt him, and there's no need to worry about the shells hitting the bunker, they'll all explode anyway.

He watched helplessly as several iron balls as big as human heads bounced all the way and stopped not far from the trench.

A few seconds passed, and there was no movement at all, but smoke kept coming out, and there was no explosion.

Kick had seen the early artillery of the security forces, which used this kind of round bullet, and the explosion was always delayed by a few seconds.

But half a minute passed, and the smoke coming out of the shells became even bigger, forming a dense fog that floated close to the ground, but the shells still did not explode.

"What? It's a dud~!" the deputy curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Kike had a bad feeling.

The company commander was holding a revolver in his hand, lying on the edge of the trench, sticking his head out and looking out, also with a puzzled expression on his face.

A layer of green mist floated in front of the position, spreading around and moving slowly.

"What the hell?" The company commander looked around, then waved his hand and said loudly: "Big Qiaomu, gringo, go up and have a look."

"Yes~!", the two soldiers agreed loudly, threw their rifles out of the trench, and then climbed out on their hands and feet.

The two men crouched, one holding a rifle with a knife, and the other holding a shotgun. They moved step by step and cautiously walked towards the shells fired by the enemy.

A gust of cold wind blew, and green mist enveloped the two figures.

The soldiers in the trench stretched their necks and looked forward without blinking, looking at the mist floating a few meters in front of the position.

It was surprisingly quiet, there was no sound at all in the mist, not even the footsteps of the two people could be heard.

The eerie silence gave the soldiers of the Skeleton Division an unspeakable sense of anxiety, as if something was about to happen.

Suddenly, from the green mist, there was a burst of rapid and panicked footsteps.

The two soldiers who had just stepped out of the trench ran back in panic, but they looked a little scary now.

The two men threw away their weapons, their expressions were ferocious, and they grabbed their own throats with both hands. Their eyeballs protruded like dead fish, as if they had seen something terrible. They staggered and fell two meters away from the trench.

On the ground, he was writhing on the ground in pain.

Several people jumped out from the trench, stepped forward, grabbed the clothes of two people, and dragged them into the trench.

The military doctor quickly ran over, tore open the gringo's clothes, pressed on him, and asked urgently: "Where is the injury?"

The two people were rolling on the ground in pain, kicking their feet back and forth, digging out all the soil. The veins in their hands were protruding, and they couldn't hold them down even with the strength of their hands.

There was a coughing sound in his throat. The company commander knelt beside the two people and asked anxiously: "What's going on? What happened?"

Da Qiaomu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the company commander's arm, raised his neck with all his strength, looked at the company commander with yellowed eyes, struggled and said: "Du, du..."

Then he suddenly had a violent spasm and fell to the ground motionless.

"Beep? What's the beep?" The company commander raised his head in confusion and looked at the green smoke that had drifted to the trench. His expression suddenly changed and he yelled in panic: "It's poisonous, retreat, retreat~!"

It took less than two seconds for Kick to quickly remove the machine gun from the stand and throw it on his shoulder with an angry roar.

The deputy also wanted to collect the machine gun mount, but Kike said urgently: "No, let's go~!"

With that said, he rushed out of the bunker.

The deputy picked up the box containing bullets from the ground, stumbled, got up from the ground using his hands and feet, and ran wildly after Kike.

Kick tightly hugged the heavy machine gun on his shoulder and looked back, only to see green smoke rolling into the trench and swallowing up the running company commander. To be continued.
Chapter completed!