Chapter 256 War Intuition

The second bunker group was captured, and a new round of artillery attacks fell into the third bunker group defense line.

It can be seen that the enemy did not build more defense facilities in the second and third lines of defense. The trench transportation system here is more like a supplement to the front line, or it is convenient for the troops to retreat.

The Kriegs cleared trenches one by one, shooting the flames of the flamethrower into the cracked flesh bunkers.

Those operators who were integrated with the bunker weapons burned to death in the bunker graves, and the smell of burnt meat wafted from the cracks.

Grenadier 19 once again cleared a team of rebel soldiers who rushed out of the underground bunker. He easily chopped down a whole team of traitors with an engineer shovel, leaving only two bullet craters on his body from hitting the heavy armor.

Really.

Not knowing what to say, Grenadier 19 began to feel a little bored with this battlefield. This was simpler and easier than he imagined.

Shouldn't there be a large group of very difficult enemies, cutting off the attacking army in half and making a beautiful counterattack, or burying mines and hidden mines in the trenches? In short, it shouldn't be such a simple defense system.

How can this stop other legions for half a year?

Is it because they cherish their lives more than their desire to be loyal to the Emperor?

Grenadier 19 didn't know, he began to contact the nearest soldier with the communicator assigned to him.

In front of him was a tunnel with an open door, and the sound of gunfire could be heard from time to time. He needed a comrade to help him cover the other direction.

"This is Alpha Grenadier Commando A1, suspected to have discovered one of the main entrances to the enemy's tunnel, move closer to my position."

"Received."

Other elite grenadiers fighting alone in other trenches approached Grenadier 19's position.

Soon Grenadier 19 saw his men who were scattered in this area to clean up the enemy coming from all directions.

As an old Krieg man, he could see that the other subordinates were a little sad. This battlefield carried so many of their expectations, but the result was just a seemingly solid defense line. They didn't even suffer heavy casualties in the breakthrough.

It was surprising that No. 0 was still alive, but where was his weapon?

Grenadier 19 saw No. 0, who was dressed in ordinary soldiers' clothes, trotting over with an engineer shovel, and his coat was stained with blood.

"Soldier, where is your gun."

"Sir, it blew up."

"Blown up?"

"It can only fire 25 rounds before it has to cool down. I remember that the guns I used before didn't overheat so easily."

Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0's crazy talk coldly. In the past? Did he mean the automatic weapons used during the training period in his hometown?

This shouldn't be the case. Every Krieg man has been taught how to use the Lucius laser gun perfectly, and it is impossible to overheat the weapon.

This man is not a Krieg man. Why was he stuffed into his team? It would be better for him to go ahead with this restless factor. He didn't want to believe that such a person was standing behind him.

He tilted his head and signaled No. 0 to enter the tunnel first. He quietly made a gesture to the other grenadiers, and if they saw that this guy was not right, they would shoot him directly.

But No. 0 didn't think too much, and listened to the order of Grenadier 19 and was the first to get into the dark tunnel. He felt that he had entered a very strange state now.

And he vaguely remembered that this state had never existed before.

For example, when he just entered the battlefield, No. 0 always felt that there was a layer of vague fog in front of his eyes, which connected everything in the battlefield and pulled a lot of things.

He could even see a ball of blood mist bursting out on the empty ground, and then he saw that the blood mist was replaced by the explosion created by the shells in the next few seconds.

Behind the rain of bullets, there was an extremely obvious thin line. He could see the position where everyone's guns were aimed, and he could see the ambush figure covered by the wall behind the corner.

What is this?

He didn't know, but he only knew that the voice in his heart kept praising his reaction speed, which was much faster than before.

Observe, aim, dodge.

He didn't even need to think too much and analyze the chaos of the battlefield, he could capture all the threatening figures.

Of course, it would be better if the laser gun in his hand didn't explode by itself.

He vaguely remembered that he was a person who would never let go of the trigger before, and eliminated those things that didn't look like good people through a series of intensive shooting.

But this laser gun has a slow firing rate and a small bullet capacity. He only fired 80 times in a row before the barrel and battery burned out. In the end, he had no choice but to use an engineer shovel to clean up the enemies.

Those enemies were not too strong, and they looked weird. There were also a few things that looked big but were not powerful at all. Those flesh and blood monsters equipped with serrated blades and cutting chains could only scream words he couldn't understand.

The movements when they pounced were outlined in advance by the blood mist, which made it particularly easy for No. 0 to deal with these things.

The monsters had already slaughtered a number of soldiers dressed like him, the chains swung so swiftly and deadly, easily blocking incoming lasers and slicing into pieces those who tried to rush over and hurl melta bombs.

Many soldiers rushed forward, and it would take some time for their heavy weapons to be transported up. No. 0 rushed forward with a military shovel. With the help of his amazing vision, he saw the direction in which all the chains were pulling.

Twisting his body, lowering his head, and pausing from time to time, he avoided all attacks under the meat grinder that was as fast as an afterimage. Finally, he approached the monsters and chopped his shovel hard at the twisted head that was mixed with the machine.

A lot of blood sprayed out, and the monster lost control because of the pain, which made his already irregular and frenzied attacks even more crazy.

But No. 0 still easily avoided it all, just like a chef carving with his exquisite knife skills.

The monster was chopped off layer by layer of flesh and blood by the shovel, and the armor covering it was chopped off. In the end, his structure could no longer support his size, and he collapsed on the battlefield, gasping for air.

The remaining monsters were also solved by No. 0. He finally stood on the pile of corpses, distressed by the sticky blood on his body.

Then he received a call from the communication channel and left under the silent gaze of the soldiers.

The Kriegs are very mysterious, but generally speaking, don't touch their masks unless you want to get beaten.