Yes, just like the title of the previous chapter, Fenrir cursed, those are cannonballs, idiot! While he asked people to find bunkers to prepare for the bombardment, he also found a big rock and hid behind it. He had seen such cannonballs before. Before he set foot on that smuggling ship with the idea of finding a rich man and becoming 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 the 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. , dive to a depth of twenty meters, and those shrapnel will no longer have terrifying lethality.
This was on land, and there was no twenty-meter-deep water for him to dive into. He could only imitate the sailors on the deck and crawl behind the barrels, holding his head and pointing his butt towards the place where the shells landed.
It's better to have a broken butt than a broken head!
But this time he was destined to be disappointed, because there was no deafening, earth-shaking explosion, only a moment of fire. He looked back curiously, and saw that the shells exploded more than 20 meters above the ground. Open, those were a bunch of bad bombs. He had never heard of artillery shells exploding in mid-air. Did the arms purchasing department of these imperial guys get a benefit
He rolled his eyes, maybe this is also a material that can be brought to the negotiation table. If the other party does not agree to his conditions, he will expose the military region's purchase of inferior artillery shells.
The rain of fire in the sky and the screams coming from all directions soon 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 is attached to the stone. Apart from a layer of black sticky substance on the surface of the stone, there is nothing to burn it. He walked over and blew hard, causing his beard to flutter. However, the egg-sized flame not only did not go out, but grew larger as he blew.
He immediately bent down and picked up a piece of rotten bark, pressed it hard on the burning area, and rubbed it hard. He was able to confirm that the flames had been completely extinguished. When he opened the bark, there was some black sticky substance attached to the moss on the surface of the bark.
The next second, flames suddenly burst out on the stone and the bark of the tree, and burned fiercely. He was so frightened that he let go and let the bark fall to the ground.
Words like "devil's flames" and "hell's flames" gradually came from the surroundings, which can only be said by humans when they are extremely frightened. Those who were contaminated by the flames kept screaming and rolling, but they could not stop the flames. It went out again and again and suddenly ignited, and the whole valley felt like it had fallen into hell.
His body staggered, and Fenrir covered his chest and coughed violently. The violent coughing made him stoop, and he felt like he wanted to cough out his lungs. He wiped the wet corners of his mouth, he needed to maintain a positive image of himself. However, he looked at the back of his hand in a daze. It was not saliva, it was blood!
When a person shouted "This smoke is poisonous" in a particularly shrill voice, all the people who could still run and were not ignited by the flames of hell rushed to the valley mouths on both sides. Maybe they would be safe if they ran out. But what greeted them was not fresh air, but rows of automatic rifles with their safety on, as well as weapon-carrying platforms. The metal storm came to this world in an instant, and the blood gathered together like a stream, spreading along the mountain road along the undulations of the terrain.
Behind the steam, the fanatical and twisted faces were grinning as ferociously as demons crawling out of hell. Their fingers locked tightly on the triggers, and bullets poured out like a rainstorm.
Behind them, reporters were taking photos and writing furiously. One reporter wrote:
"Crimes are as fragile as paper in front of the bullets of justice. This group of devils who burned, killed, looted and murdered thousands in the West finally waited for their trial. Every bullet represents a determination and a guarantee of stability in the West. , the swords that uphold justice for those innocent victims, these swords penetrated the bodies of the devils and tore apart their ugly souls. Did you hear the devils' unwilling roar, which was their last song to sink into hell? I hope all the innocent people they killed can see this moment in heaven.”
"May God be with us, may peace last forever, and may something like this never happen again."
Everyone has their own justice. Devils or angels cannot judge whether they are right or wrong based on their instincts. It is just their way of survival.
But today, this must be a victory for the Army. The corners of Mr. Colonel's mouth raised slightly, so many military exploits were enough to make his medals beautiful and shiny. He once again stepped onto a new level, one step closer to leaving the star.
The one-sided killing lasted less than ten minutes, and the valley fell into a deathly silence. All sounds disappeared, and only a few machines that sprayed water mist were humming and operating in a low voice.
After waiting for another three minutes, Mr. Colonel nodded, "Start cleaning the poison gas. Be careful that some people may pretend to be dead. When cleaning the battlefield, be sure to refill the injured area. Soldiers, bullets are not valuable, but your lives are extremely precious. You must Keep yourself safe!”
The machine that sprayed water mist, driven by soldiers wearing gas masks, began to move toward the valley. The entire valley was filled with a purple-gray smoke that condensed and refused to disperse. Of course, this is also thanks to the special geographical terrain of the valley. The wind from high altitudes cannot stir up the airflow in the valley, so that these toxic smoke will not leak out in a large area.
In fact, the leakage does not matter much. These toxic floating particles will stick to the surface of some plants early tomorrow morning. Chemicals that are highly toxic to humans have no effect on plants. After being washed by several heavy rains, these things will eventually enter the soil and be broken down into harmless substances.
The gunshots that rang out from time to time in the valley and the twisted corpses on the ground made the soldiers who entered the valley to clean the battlefield a little shocked, 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 this empire from invasion, and their existence is for war. But this word is far away from them. The most recent war happened more than twenty years ago, and the blood wave more than ten years ago was just an unequal battle.
But here, in this small valley, they can truly feel the weight of the word war and the glory it brings.
Everyone remained as silent as possible, firing two shots at each corpse they saw. One shot to the head and one to the chest. This was the standard for cleaning the battlefield. They had 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, reporters and officers from outside 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 property of the people in the west. This is also a huge military achievement. The number of kills of more than 2,000 levels is enough for the commander of this battle to receive an Imperial Silver Heart Medal, and for the dispatched legion to receive a Group Flag Level 2 Medal. Everyone has received it. Affordable, which is a good thing.
The flash of the spotlight made the commander feel like a hero. He put on white gloves. After all, there was a lot of toxic dust here. If you accidentally get it, you might hurt yourself. Wearing a pair of gloves is always safer. . He waved and asked the soldiers to bring over several sentry posts. He pointed at the corpses that were neatly arranged and numbered on the ground and said, "Write the number of your leader on a piece of paper. If someone lies, then he You’ll also get a number plate, understand?”
Several checkpoints nodded tremblingly. They were almost unsteady on their feet. For more than an hour, they didn't expect that this group of Freedom Fronts, which everyone in the west was afraid of and even trade had almost stopped, would be finished like this
The first person at the checkpoint received a pen and a piece of paper, walked from beginning to end under the guard of the soldiers, handed the paper in his hand to the major, and then the second person went to identify it. After all ten checkpoints were identified, Mr. Major began to compare the papers with only six numbers written on them. He suddenly raised his head and pointed at the seventh person. Before the seventh person could say anything, a horrified expression froze on his face.
A bullet penetrated his skull from behind, causing him to fall to the ground.
The Major glanced indifferently at the guy on the ground who was still twitching but was actually dead and sneered twice, "I hate it when people lie to me!", and then he handed one of the cards to a soldier and said, "Put it here." Take these six corpses out and put them aside alone." After speaking, he turned around and looked at the special commissioner from the imperial capital with a smile, "Mr. special commissioner, all six leaders of the Freedom Front have been killed. You can call the cabinet, the Western Military Region has completed the encirclement and suppression mission perfectly. "
The special correspondent wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his straight formal suit made him incompatible with everything here. He glanced at the paper in his hand and put it in his pocket, "I will call the Minister of Defense immediately and send it to him." What I saw and heard was reported to the cabinet in detail. I have to praise you, Major Main. Your thinking is very clear and the soldiers executed it very well. This will impress the ministers and the cabinet. Your Excellencies, please remember your name.”
Major Mann suppressed his inner excitement and took the initiative to stretch out his hands, "This is what I should do. Fighting for the empire is my lifelong belief and my honor!"
The special correspondent smiled a little mysteriously and nodded in agreement: "History will remember this moment!"
(End of chapter)