Chapter 1050
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Roar!
Right at this moment, a broken pitch-black cannon barrel suddenly flew up from below, creating a gust of wind.
"Not good!" Dean hurriedly shouted, intending to remind the pilot.
The pilot froze for a moment. Before he could react, the cannon had hit the bracket under the airship. The huge force instantly flattened the bracket and penetrated into the airship. The airship was smashed from the middle!
Dean reacted in advance and dodged to the side to avoid the impact of the cannon. But the other soldier who was sitting next to Fitch wasn't able to react in time and was hit by the cannon. His legs were broken and his body was twisted. His internal organs were broken. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to live.
The airship broke into two halves and fell from mid-air.
Dean glanced around and saw a slowly rising airship nearby. He immediately stamped his feet and jumped toward the airship. He grasped the landing bracket under the airship with just enough strength.
The airship slightly shook and several people on it exclaimed. They were anxious and angry when they saw Dean was holding the bottom of the airship. But they were too embarrassed to drive him away. They could only secretly pray that the airship wouldn't overload and crash because of Dean.
Fitch, who was at the other end of the broken airship, fell to the ground. He crawled out of the broken iron pieces. His face was pale. He followed the other soldiers who didn't have time to take the airship. At this moment, the monsters were approaching. Even if they took the airship, it would be too late to take off. They could only rely on their legs.
"These are the soldiers of the border defense …" Dean frowned slightly as he looked at the soldiers who were fleeing. He felt a bit disappointed and puzzled. They were able to predict the invasion of the trolls so accurately. The reconnaissance system was powerful and the war was exquisite. But why were they so vulnerable now? These soldiers had no blood. What was the difference between them and the ordinary pioneers in the giant wall?
It felt like a delicate feast. The decoration was perfect, but the main dish on the plate was rotten. The so-called war was a confrontation between people. But Fitch and the other soldiers, in addition to being able to operate the artillery, didn't have the slightest sense of unity, blood and killing intent that a soldier should have!
Suddenly, Dean thought of himself. After a short training, he was sent to the battlefield and became a soldier.
What did this mean?
The empire was short of people!
There was a shortage of people at the border!
Every time a war breaks out, there will be more or less casualties. Humans need a lot of resources to cultivate a master of the wilderness level. For the weaker giant wall, it is acceptable. But if it is a master of the wilderness, or even a dominator, then a lot of resources are needed to cultivate them. However, there were countless of such experts at the border. Every time there was a war, a large number of them would die!
Even with the foundation of the empire, it was difficult to sustain such consumption!
Therefore, although there were many soldiers at the border, they were not elite soldiers. Perhaps only a very small number of elite soldiers had truly received strict training. After all, to train a qualified and strong-willed soldier and such an army was not something that could be done in a short period of one or two years. It might take three to five years to get used to each other. And when such soldiers came to the battlefield, they might be exhausted in just one battle!
Therefore, such elite troops were extremely few in number!
Ordinary soldiers like Fitch were veterans, but strictly speaking, they were just miscellaneous soldiers.
"The troll race drove the monsters to attack, and then put a small number of their own people to control the direction. But the empire has the wall of war, so they can't drive the monsters over. They can only rely on human soldiers to resist the monsters. It's not cost-effective." Dean thought.
The airship slowly ascended, flying higher and higher. The battlefield on the ground was getting smaller and smaller. The huge artillery at the moment looked as small as a palm. The troll that was more than ten meters tall looked like a small person. As for Fitch and other soldiers who were running on the ground, they were like ants fleeing on the ground.
All the soldiers sitting on the airship silently looked at the scene. Although they had the heart to help, but the fear of death made them more rational. They chose a more beneficial way to survive. But as they saw their compatriots being slaughtered, eaten, and bitten to pieces by the monsters, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. This emotion wasn't hypocritical, but the human instinct was stimulated by the visual stimulation.
Dean looked down and saw that Fitter was being overtaken by a four to five feet tall monster. The monster ejected its venomous tongue as fast as lightning as it touched Fitter's body. Fitter was sucked into its mouth and was bitten to pieces.
Previously he thought that if they were in danger he would try to help them as much as possible. But now he could only watch them die. If he made a move at this moment it would inevitably attract the attention of the troll. He didn't even know whether the army's intelligence system covered the battlefield or not. If it did then it would be tantamount to exposing himself.
"The intelligence is wrong. How come the reinforcements haven't come yet? How come the intelligence is so slow? " Dean frowned as he looked at the troll that was rushing over. He saw a troll raise its palm and eject a big net. It unexpectedly caught three soldiers who were running away in front of it. The big net closed and the connecting lines quickly pulled back. The net became tighter and tighter. The three soldiers were strangled in the net and brought back to the troll.
The three of them were like tigers, crocodiles, birds, and wolves. They used their sharp teeth and claws to attack the big net. But they couldn't break it. They just struggled indiscriminately but couldn't free themselves.
The troll didn't move forward but turned around and retreated along the original track.
"Catch them alive?" Dean was startled for a moment. Soon he saw other trolls rush to the front of the escaping soldiers and eject nets from their palms. They caught the soldiers alive and brought them back.
Dean suddenly came to a realization as he saw this scene. At the same time he thought of a more terrible problem. "These trolls must want to capture the imperial soldiers to take them back for research! The troll race wants to analyze the flaws and secrets of the empire. The empire has been fighting with the trolls for so many years. How could they not know the secrets of the troll race? Felicia said that she saw the troll corpses being transported back to the imperial city! "
"The Empire has probably already dismantled the troll race long ago, including the humans inside! The empire has long known that the troll race is just a mecha. The humans inside are of the same race as us! "
"But the empire has concealed the news. No one has ever heard that the troll race is controlled by humans. They have always been known as the troll race. They are on the same level as the fire dragon race in the east. It seems that the troll race wants to invade the empire and the empire also wants to invade the troll race!"
"It's very likely that the empire has sent people to lurk in the troll race. Even the troll race may have sent spies to lurk in the empire."
It was too easy for both sides to sneak into each other's territory after a long battle.
Thinking of the mutual infiltration of trolls and the empire, Dean felt that the relationship inside was intricate. It was difficult for him to see clearly from his current position as a soldier. Only from the perspective of the seven kings or the high-ranking military officers of the empire could he slightly understand the relationship inside.
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