The sound of cannons on the position gradually became sparse, and Rusta and his team reduced the shooting frequency as directed by the non-commissioned officers, which gave him enough time to rest his already sore arms.

During this period, Rusta could occasionally see an alchemy dragon called an airplane flying by in the sky.

At the beginning, he just watched groups of small black dots whizzing past the sky, not knowing how the legendary alchemy dragons fought.

But as night gradually descended, Rusta could vaguely hear the violent explosion of the aviation bomb.

The shelling still did not stop at night, but the rate of fire was lower and the number of artillery fired was smaller - some of the artillery were replaced for rotational rest to facilitate the heat dissipation of the barrel.

Rusta and his group of artillery were also replaced, and the new gun team took over their mission and was responsible for operating the artillery at night.

The offensives of the undead will not stop because of the arrival of night, so their shelling will not stop either.

Rusta, who had been dealing with heavy shells throughout the day, had his arms sank like lead. Even the stainless steel tray used for making food seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in their hands. It was hard to believe that just over ten minutes ago they could still hold the 152mm grenade and send it into the cannon chamber.

When they came to the simple cafeteria, they lined up. The smell of rice filled the air, and Rusta and his stomach screamed. They didn't feel anything when they were on the position just now. Now, when they were free, they all burst out all of their fatigue and hunger.

Just by the smell, Rusta knew that today's main dish was beef stewed with potatoes, his favorite.

He tasted the beef once in Duze. It was an unlucky cow burned to death in a fire. It was delicious, but it was difficult to chew. But he didn't expect that with the magical crops called potatoes and various seasonings, it could become so delicious, and it was not the same thing as what he had eaten at the beginning!

Gently swallowing all the way, he finally came to the side of the cooking car. Rusta looked sideways at the food in the car.

Well, there is nothing wrong with stewing beef with potatoes, he guessed it right, and then there are fried chicken legs, fried ham sausage, rice and porridge.

Rusta and other mercenaries from the Holy Duze Empire all had an unusual obsession with meat and scoffed at the so-called dietary balance.

At first, the base tried to promote the benefits of vegetarian dishes to them, but it quickly gave up. These people simply went in and out of the left ear.

According to them, they have eaten all the vegetables in their lifetime in the first half of their lives, and they will only eat meat for the second half of their lives!

So the base was simply opened and asked these guys to eat meat hard, but they didn't give them vegetables. They thought that after waiting for a long time, they would go to find vegetables to eat by themselves.

The result was unexpectedly. Since the supply of meat was opened, the loyalty and morale of these Duze people have increased rapidly. Even the rough man who originally kept saying swear words can praise the logistics officers for more than ten minutes!

But they are like Eskimos. Even if they haven't touched vegetables for more than a month, they still enjoy themselves and enjoy themselves. No problems were found in the health examination...

So the food of Rusta and his group became like this. In addition to some pickled vegetables that adjust the taste, there are all kinds of meat. Well, maybe it was a habit that has been developed over the years, so these people are not resistant to pickled vegetables with a lot of salt.

The base is happy to see it. Anyway, the output of fresh vegetables in another world is not much, and the price of transport from the earth is even far greater than that of meat. It is even more cost-effective to supply the Duze people with full speed.

The cooker scooped Rusta a large spoonful of potatoes and beef stewed with beef. As soon as the meat was put on the plate, Rusta almost couldn't hold it, and he suddenly fell down.

"It seems that our Rusta thinks I have given too many dishes and need to get some for you?"

Rusta glanced at the joking cook: "I still want to take away the meat I entered my plate? That won't work! Give me another spoon, and I feel like I can swallow a cow!"

"Okay, let's have another spoon, but you have to take it firmly for me. If it falls to the ground, don't expect me to make up for you."

After taking the dinner, I found a place to sit down and stuffed everything in the tray into my mouth like a wind and clouds. Rusta finally felt that his stomach was not so uncomfortable.

Eat and drink enough and go to bed. If there is another woman, it will be a scene he has seen in his dreams countless times.

But the food in my dream is not as good as here!

Amid the deafening sound of artillery fire, Rusta fell asleep, snoring sounded loudly until he could vaguely hear the horn of the emergency assembly.

I opened my eyes in a daze. Before the sky was dawn, everyone around me was already busy packing things.

Rusta asked his companions around him, "What's wrong?"

"Listen to yourself!"

"What do you listen to?"

"Bombardment sound!"

When Rusta heard it carefully, he was shocked and sweated. In addition to the continuous explosion, there was also a vague sound of shell explosions, which was extremely clear!

This obviously means that the undead is not far away!

Rusta, whose mind suddenly became clear, quickly turned over, and then the non-commissioned officer called him to bury the bomb.

One piece must be thrown under each pile of shells, which will be detonated wirelessly, making it easy to use.

As the bomb was buried, the sound of artillery on the position gradually became sparse, but the creepy "crunch" sound drifted from the whistling north wind became louder and louder.

Even if Rusta dies, he will never forget the sound. It is the sound made by the bones when they move, which is harsh and terrifying.

And it will also lead to death!

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

The superior's order made Du Ze, who was "sounding thunder", quickly abandoned his position and ran towards the convoy behind him.

The training effect during this period is good, but it is not possible to turn them into a group of fearless warriors, not to mention that they have deep psychological shadows on the undead.

It would be enough to be able to smash those shells out half-baked.

After the troops evacuated for more than ten minutes, the remaining wild boar dragged his broken body to the barbed wire in the artillery position, poked a hole with his broken fangs, and then turned to pull out the wire and horn iron along the direction of the barbed wire.

Along the gap torn by the skeleton boar, the undead quickly filled the entire artillery position.

King Eric Moore, the skeleton king, touched the still warm thick cannon barrel, and suspected that it was this weapon that hit his troops just now, but he did not know what gunpowder was, and he was not sure that his suspicion was right.

"A group of cowards! They dare not fight me face to face! Such a cowardly coward will only become a skeleton soldier and suffer forever even if they die!"

The skeleton king Eric Moore was furious because he was bombed for a day in the fire but could not find the enemy. The next moment, a huge mushroom cloud not far away from him soared into the sky!

Thousands of tons of shells piled up here were detonated!
Chapter completed!