"General Myersa, this way."
Two adjutants escorted the general of the Anlong army and evacuated from the rear of the military camp.
One of them came over and whispered:
"Your order has been delivered. The Seventh Legion will detonate all explosives on time... In addition, the Second Legion, which was deployed in advance, has been waiting in the underground passage. They will come to pick us up later and leave together with the main force."
"very good."
General Myersa said expressionlessly.
As he walked quickly, he adjusted his military cap and brushed the dust off his shoulders, as if he didn't want his soldiers to see his miserable appearance.
Soon, the Anlong army, which received the order to retreat, continued to pour in, following the general and other senior military officials, and arrived at the northeast corner of the bridgehead, entering through the gate of an inconspicuous bungalow.
There is another world inside. There is no furniture or decoration in the living room, it is empty. In the middle of the floor is a huge entrance to an underground passage, which is square and can accommodate dozens of people side by side. Steps lead to the dark place below.
There were already soldiers guarding the place, and when they saw the general and other high-ranking officials arriving, they immediately saluted.
General Myersa nodded to the soldiers and was about to enter from the underground entrance when a messenger suddenly ran up behind him with anxiety written all over his face.
"Um?"
The general stopped and looked at the other man with a frown.
"General, the Seventh Legion has sent an urgent message, indicating that all the detonation devices have failed... The gunpowder barrels buried previously may... may not be detonated on time!"
“Damn it!”
General Myersa couldn't help but curse on the spot.
He knew that time was running out. If he failed to detonate the explosives, all his arrangements would be in vain... Not only would he lose this important military fortress, but he would also be unable to hold back the enemy. His own troops' retreat would likely be intercepted midway, and the casualties would be extremely heavy, or even the entire army might be wiped out!
The strength of the imperial army is obvious to all, and no one can guarantee whether they can live to see tomorrow's sunrise.
"Do you know what the reason is?"
General Myersa forced himself to calm his anxious mood and asked in a deep voice.
"It's not clear yet... But according to Colonel Miller of the Seventh Legion, there may be a problem with the gunpowder, causing the timed detonator to fail to work properly."
The herald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a pale face.
The rest of the command leaders looked at the general, and they all realized the seriousness of the problem.
"What's next, General?"
Someone asked.
General Myersa paced on the spot with a gloomy face. After a few breaths, he looked at his adjutant.
"It seems that we can only send someone to detonate the explosives at close range..."
"But, General... There are more than a dozen explosive areas under the bridgehead, and they are not connected to the bridge. We don't have many suicide squads left, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete this mission..."
The adjutant said awkwardly.
He then spoke again hesitantly:
"If you force other legions to carry out the mission, I'm afraid the royal family and the joint military command will have objections to you..."
"Joint Military Command? Go to hell! Soldiers are supposed to obey!"
General Melsa became furious when he heard what his adjutant said.
"The enemy, the Imperial Army, is already powerful, but our allies are still haggling over trivial matters... I really don't know how to fight this war!"
The United Kingdom of Anlong, which is headed by three major duchies and composed of dozens of small countries, is not as united as it seems on the surface. Various contradictions have long appeared within it... The joint military command temporarily formed because of the war always makes things difficult for Myersa.
He had been holding back a lot of anger for a long time.
"Let those immortal strangers who have taken refuge with the royal family go!"
General Myersa said with a sullen face.
"Yes, they should be left to deal with this kind of thing..."
The other senior military officials thought about it and nodded in agreement.
Anyway, the Undead Stranger will not really die, so he is very suitable to carry out such missions.
Upon seeing this, the adjutant turned and gestured to the messenger, who quickly nodded.
"Yes, General, I will convey your order to the Undead Stranger Legion immediately."
He said, turned around and left.
Not long after, the players of the Miracle Guild, who had just experienced a round of fighting and resurrected in a corner of the bridgehead, all received task prompts from the panel.
"Hmm? A new mission?"
A player asked doubtfully.
But when they finished reading the task description, their faces changed drastically.
"Zhao! The military is treating us as cannon fodder!"
"Quickly notify the president and vice president to see what to do next."
Everyone used the chat channel to get in touch with the guild's top brass.
However, after a few minutes of silence, the president asked every member to choose to accept this arrangement.
“—I know everyone is very annoyed, but we have no other choice for now. If we refuse the mission, not only will we lose all our favorability with the royal prince, but we may also be accused of being ‘rebels’ and be hunted down and captured later... Although we will waste an opportunity to revive, the experience value of this mission is not low, which can be regarded as making up for some of the losses... In addition, through this battle, I and other senior executives have also seen that the United Kingdom of Anlong is very likely to be defeated, so we are planning a way out for the future. Brothers with ideas can chat with the vice president privately, and we can all work together to find a solution.”
The president sent a long text in the channel, and many members fell silent after reading it.
In fact, they all knew very well that the "players" group was not only unwelcome in the United Kingdom of Anlong, but also in the Trisur Empire and the other three kingdoms. It was common for them to be used as cannon fodder and pawns.
Only a very small group of lucky people will be regarded as "normal people" by their own supernatural forces and be given respect and sufficient benefits.
For example, their current enemy, the NPC governor named Jack, and the players in his circus are such lucky ones.
The group of players headed by Polaris and Dongyang have attracted much attention since the beginning of the public beta, not only because they are the first batch of extraordinary people, but also because they have many exclusive benefits that make people envious...
The most important point is that Mr. Jack and the circus managers all respect them very much.
"—President, why don't we wait until the war is over and find a way to reach the Trisur Empire..."
"—Yes! If possible, it would be best to join the circus organization and join Jack!"
"—If you can't beat them, then join them, right? But I think it's okay!"
"—Good fellow, the battle isn't over yet, and you're already thinking about your next job. Don't you see how many people on the forum are eager to go to the circus? It would be great if ten people from our entire guild could get in..."
The president of Miracle, who was hiding in the dormitory of the Bridgehead Barracks, and the other two senior executives looked at the chat records in the channel and smiled bitterly at each other.
Then he let out another long sigh.
In addition to the Miracle Guild, the other two guilds on the battlefield, Rock of Bliss and White Horse, received missions from the military, asking them to risk their lives to detonate explosives.
The two guilds also did not dare to refuse, and made the same choice as the Miracle Guild, accepting the task of covering the rear. So the three parties of players started to move from different places, and within a few minutes, they arrived at the underground area where the explosives were buried.
However, not long after, this group of players stood in the dim environment with eyes wide open, because they found that although the place was full of gunpowder barrels, none of them could be detonated.
"What the hell! I just don't believe it!"
A player of Rock Elysium dropped the torch in his hand and raised his right fist, which then lit up with a golden, fiery glow.
This is a Sequence Nine Transcendent in the solar system.
boom!
He punched the gunpowder barrel in front of him. With a loud bang, countless wood chips flew everywhere and flames spread.
But the gunpowder scattered all over the ground and even sprayed on nearby players, but there was no explosion.
"Pah, pah, pah, could this gunpowder be fake?!"
A player said in embarrassment, brushing off the black powder on his body.
"It won't light up, even supernatural powers can't detonate it... Is the military playing a trick on us?!"
The other players were unwilling to accept the mission failure and tried one after another, but no matter whether it was oil bottles, torches, or even some explosives they carried with them, they could not detonate it... It was as if the wooden barrels were filled with sand instead of gunpowder, and they were indifferent to various attempts.
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"General, the Undead Stranger's mission has failed."
In the dark underground passage, the adjutant once again delivered bad news.
General Myersa almost vomited blood.
"Failure? Were they discovered by the Imperial Army?!"
"No... No, it's just that the explosives can't be detonated at all. Even if they are ignited directly with an open flame, they can only burn the wooden barrels outside, but the gunpowder has no reaction at all."
The adjutant told the truth, but a group of senior military officials, including the general, thought the matter was ridiculous.
General Myersa soon realized that something was wrong.
"Either there is a traitor among us who tampered with the explosives, or the enemy knew the plan in advance and used some extraordinary means..."
He said through gritted teeth.
"General, His Majesty Ibrahim is a galaxy saint and an expert in divination and counter-divination... Could it be that the imperial army has sent out stronger extraordinary people who can deceive her perception?"
A senior military official said in a deep voice beside the general.
General Myersa's frown deepened. He felt his head buzzing. All kinds of doubts and bad news came to him, making it hard for him to breathe.
The surrounding military leaders noticed the general's silence, and they all had a bad premonition in their hearts. A depressing atmosphere gradually spread, and they even had all kinds of suspicions, wondering what other terrible means the Imperial Army had not yet used.
"Let's go. Since the situation is so bad, we can only evacuate to the interior of the principality first."
General Myersa said finally, quickening his pace.
But before long, everyone felt an earth-shaking movement and the entire underground passage shook violently.
Boom!
"Protect the General!"
"Watch out overhead!"
The adjutant shouted loudly, and the soldiers immediately surrounded General Myersa.
After a while, the shaking stopped, but all the soldiers and officers who were evacuating the troops were covered with a thick layer of dust. Fortunately, this passage was built with great effort and did not collapse, otherwise they would have felt that dying here was a mockery.
"General, are you okay?"
The adjutant supported Myersa and asked with concern.
General Myersa held his hat to steady himself, brushed off the dust on his body, let out a long sigh, and said with a sigh of regret:
"I'm fine..."
"What happened?"
A senior military official got up from the ground and asked in embarrassment.
"I don't know, maybe..."
Before the adjutant could finish his words, footsteps were heard in the darkness ahead of the underground passage.
"Don't talk yet! Something's wrong!"
the General shouted in a low voice.
Everyone fell silent immediately.
Ta-da, ta-da…
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. The general made a gesture and the soldiers behind him raised their flintlock rifles and aimed forward.
"I remember that the troops in front should be from the Second Legion. Why are they coming back? And they are not talking..."
A man with major's epaulettes on his shoulders whispered.
"Shut up!"
The general scolded in a low voice.
The major immediately saluted and dared not say anything else.
Soon, under the illumination of kerosene lamps and torches on the wall, a group of more than a dozen people slowly appeared in their sight.
The other party had both men and women, and even a cow following them, which looked quite strange. The leader was a woman wearing a black and purple dress, who looked quite beautiful, and her light purple eyes stared at General Myersa quietly.
"Are you extraordinary people from the Imperial Army?"
General Myersa said in a deep voice.
He did not ask about the Second Legion, because he knew without asking that most of them had been killed.
"All military personnel from the United Kingdom of Anlong, we have been waiting here for a long time... I, Flo Yin, will send you off on your journey on behalf of Lord Jack."
The woman in the black dress said in a disembodied voice.
She had a faint smile on her face and leaned slightly towards the general and his entourage.
"They are the extraordinary people under Governor Jack!"
Behind General Myersa, seven or eight extraordinary officers stepped forward.
"General, please retreat! We will cover your retreat!"
"Walk!"
General Myersa was very decisive and turned around and ran.
At the same time, he signaled the soldiers to open fire.
Boom boom boom…!
Intensive gunfire exploded in everyone's ears, and countless flames and bullets flew in the underground passage.
However, the military leaders looked back and saw two men wearing bowler hats raising their hands and waving their hands. The shadows behind the group of strange men and women came like a tide, and the torches and kerosene lamps went out one after another...
Darkness enveloped everything, swallowing everything, including the bullet.
All the top military brass felt nervous, for they knew very well that ordinary firearms could not hurt the enemy at all!
"ah!"
"ah!
”
Screams followed. They were the extraordinary people trained by the royal family and sent to the army to protect high-level generals. Their strength was not weak and they had all reached the mid-sequence level, but they did not expect that they could not last more than half a minute in the hands of the opponent.
Fortunately...
They have already created a certain distance, and as long as they can return to the surface, there are several other alternative escape routes for them.
"General! An urgent message has arrived from the herald!"
The adjutant held the walkie-talkie and his expression suddenly changed.
"A large number of undead aliens from the Empire have surrounded the entrance to the underground passage and are even rushing towards us!"
"Kill them!"
General Myersa clenched his fists and shouted angrily.
"We have five legions of troops and thousands of guns. Can we still be blocked by those damn foreigners?!"
"But...but, there are thousands of immortal strangers, and they are all...all extraordinary!"
The adjutant said with a pale face.
General Myersa felt a black screen before his eyes and almost lost his balance.
"How... How come so many extraordinary people gathered in Hercule?"
He suddenly felt a sense of despair.
I really don’t know how to fight such a battle? !
Damn the United Kingdom! Damn those pig-brained politicians! They provoked the Trisur Empire, but let these soldiers come out to fight. Just surrender!
What glory and face, go to hell!
Far away on the "Ruins Platform" at the top of the high wall of the bridgehead, it was raining heavily. In the hazy picture, a gentleman in a black hat was sitting on a broken stone pier, with a silver cane leaning quietly against his legs.
The gentleman slowly poured the sinful blood in the cup onto the wooden sign in his hand, chuckled, looked up at the rain, and muttered:
"Everything is under control..."