A dim lamp hung in the dim shed, illuminating the table made of ammunition boxes, as well as the drawings and radio stations on it. When the shocks in the distance kept coming, rustling dust and soil fell down with the lights, falling into the hair, making the messy hair even more and more ugly.

However, in the rich smoke, no one cares about the temporary beauty.

Now all the people squatting in this trench are covered in dust. It is a blessing to be able to not be bandaged and not be sent to the emergency room inside by a stretcher.

There were loud noises and roars not far away, and gunfire was constantly erupting, and only here was shrouded in a short silence. The silence could hear heavy breathing and footsteps full of anger.

He approached quickly and kicked the door open.

The dirt-faced Titan driver also had scorch marks and blood on his face, his expression was ferocious, and he roared: "Do you be so timid? What about the engineer soldiers? I want to kill that bastard, and then fucked the cannon."

The tired lieutenant looked at him with his eyes and still smoking: "It broke the day before yesterday. I soldered it on yesterday. I can hold it for a while. What's the use of blame him? Can he turn it into a cannon for you?"

"Where are shells? Are there any shells?"

"The armor-breaking bomb is gone, and there are still two incendiary bombs, so it's easy to save some effort," said the major.

The driver wanted to scold people again, but looking at the tired face, he couldn't help but sigh: "Where is the explosive?"

"There are two boxes, but they are all for engineering purposes, which is the responsibility." The lieutenant said, "The engineers have been buried in the position. If they really hold on, they can get some time at most.

That way you can be useless."

The driver was so angry that he threw his helmet to the ground, sat under the broken box and spoke again, keeping cursing people, cursing whoever he caught.

When a violent shock came from the trench hundreds of meters, the light swayed and illuminated my upper body. This broken leg wrapped in bandages was still oozing blood in the broken way.

It hurt the driver's eyes.

"It's really OK, you carry your back..."

The driver opened his mouth and was interrupted by the lieutenant.

These empty eyes raised, looking at me with bloodshot lines.

"Push up? Don't think about it."

The lieutenant said: "If you run away, the positions on both sides of the right and left will be over. You have dragged two legions over there, and mine is in the north. Now the pressure on us is even smaller."

The driver lost his voice for a moment.

In addition to silence, the picture that appeared under the screen with cracks without corners was flashing, and it was white. These distorted monsters and corpses crawled out of the mud and blood in a broken way, and staggered backwards with gradually dense firepower.

There was no less fog, surging from the white darkness, and huge outlines emerged quickly and loudly burst out.

This is a rotten giant trampling on the ground.

The rusted armor seemed to have been embedded in the flesh and blood. With the shelling and firepower, the mouths of the whole body opened, making harsh screams, ravaging all consciousness.

A series of incomplete power armors came to an abrupt end behind it, as if they had lost their souls, turned into coffins, and were swallowed by small groups surging in front of them.

"Look, you want to drag us out there, and we want to consume you out there too... the little family is beautiful."

The lieutenant turned around and looked at the driver beside him: "He went to the engineering team and took down both the chimera cannon and the shock sword. That time he could withstand it all depended on him.

It's really OK..."

I paused and looked at the rescue room outside: "Send doctors and sublimators to the north. We have so few people, we must be able to save something, right?"

The driver was stunned: "But that outside..."

"Do you want to say it for the seventh time?"

The lieutenant looked at me and asked an expressionless question, which made me stunned.

Such eyes make me dare to speak again.

Gripping his teeth, he picked up his helmet and left cursingly.

But before the door was thrown off, the lieutenant who was left outside the shed showed a relieved look, looking at the detonator I threw next to him.

"It's not like that day, right?"

I pinched the detonator, looked at the switch below, sighed tiredly, and looked at the correspondent in the corner: "Notify the Southern Cluster, you can support half a big one. If there is no reinforcement, don't work hard, prepare less pensions."

Before pausing a little, the second school added: "Not yet, tell the leader, you can do it!"

"ah?"

The correspondent looked up dullly.

"Just send that!"

The lieutenant waved: "I have been delayed for the application of the two Titans for half a year. Every time it was the last time, and my mother's genius was sure. What's wrong with the commander? If you can die, you'll still be scolded!"

I've been holding that sentence for several months, but now before finally cursing it, I suddenly felt nervous and refreshed.

Even the broken leg hurts.

After scolding what should be scolded, and continue to beat what should be beaten.

People always have to work hard to do something in their entire lives, and it is terrible to die like that.

I looked at the rotten giant gradually moving backwards under the screen, pinching the detonator outside my hand, blue veins burst out, and a hideous smile gradually appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Come on, come on... closer, they are raised by their bitch, get closer...

Use this force until the crack is cracked under the plastic shell of the detonator.

But suddenly, the entire small ground became violently turbulent, swaying, the light bulb went out and broke, and in the whistling hurricane, there were a few gravels and fragments flying down the sky.

The lieutenant's eyes turned white.

Almost fell to the ground.

Detonated?

Yes, I still...

But it was very slow. When the loud noise gradually dissipated, I heard the sound inside again.

The sound of cannons and roar disappeared, and instead screamed, there was no excitement. This was the sound of cheering by many people, which made the trembling correspondent stand in place.

Lost and dull.

"That's...what happened?"

Does the lieutenant have any answers?

I stared blankly at the dim and flickering screen beside me. There was no source quality identification code I had never seen before. After a long time, I seemed to understand something.

The detonator in my hand fell from between the twitching fingers, and I collapsed under the broken chair, looking at the crack in the ceiling and the vague sky inside.

I held back and laughed out loud.

"It's dawn, right?"

Under the screen, there is no name before this long list of identification codes.

【Original Sin Legion·Huai Shi】

But at this moment, the moment the name appears, it makes people feel so relieved, as if they have been saved.

Now that I relax, my fatigue and pain have suddenly emerged for days, and drowsiness has come. I am eager to fall asleep. But at the same time, my heart is becoming more and more weak, and it is a sudden emergence.

Aside from smirking, the lieutenant suddenly became stunned, looked up stiffly, looked at the correspondent, and suddenly jumped up: "Just... did you post this first sentence just now?"

The correspondent was silent, looked away awkwardly, and had any answers.

Replies from the other side appear under the screen.

There is only one punctuation with white and boldness.

——【?】

Damn, when he asked him to ask for help, he could see that his hands were so slow?!

Outside of silence, the lieutenant raised his head in a daze.

Restrain the urge to cry.

It's just a darkness behind my eyes.

It was clear that it was dawn just now, but why did it suddenly turn white...

But at this moment, I was alone in the darkness... When the light of destruction fell from the sky, everything was shrouded in the paint white that was reaching out to see the seven fingers.

Whether the sky is bright or not.

It was as if it was raining before the sun came out.

Before the fleeting light of tyranny, everything was shrouded in the clouds, expanding like a thick felt blanket covering the sky. There was a lot of lightning jumping in the clouds, but there was a way to bring darkness, which could only illuminate the pale and distorted faces.

Above the sudden thunder lightning, the iron leaves under the giant steel tree were leaping with electric light, just like a mask with a long beak. Scarlet pupils opened, and then, pairs of iron wings spread out from the front of the crows, and their sharp claws rubbed against the trunks, sparking out.

I stared at everything behind me hungrily, and I was already waiting.

Waiting for Huai Shi's orders.

Until this raised finger fell on...

It was as if the tangible chains were untied, and at this moment, a tide of crows rose into the sky.

The ferocious crows rushed to every living creature hungrily, their iron wings whistled and fell from the sky. The claws on their feet cut blood and bones, and their long beaks pecked at the internal organs and souls.
To be continued...