This was a pure massacre.
Sitting on the top floor of the tower, Nail thought to himself with his hand on the grip of the machine gun.
As long as the trigger was pressed, this steel weapon would continuously spit out tongues of flame, shooting bullets at the enemy like a stream of water. The place where the muzzle was pointed would soon be covered by the net of death, and all the lives caught in it would be fragmented like a porcelain bowl falling from a table.
The feeling of dominating the battlefield from a high position made his blood boil.
So did his comrades in the same squad.
"The 66th! Look, the poor guy is falling apart. "
"How did you count? It should be the 68th!"
"Look over there, a guy is still rolling on the ground. Let him die."
"His intestines are flowing out. Don't waste bullets. Let him struggle slowly!"
With a click, the cloth belt slipped down and a box of bullets was emptied.
"Guys who cover the third trench, I want to change the cartridge!" Nail shouted to another machine gun squad in the tower.
"Don't worry, leave it to us."
His teammates quickly dragged a box of new bullets. During the process of changing the cartridge belt, Nail did not stay idle. He put on a thick single glove, clamped the smoking barrel with a special clamp, held the barrel with one hand, and disassembled it in a few seconds. Then he gently put it on an open space beside him.
According to the training requirements, the gun barrel must be changed after firing a box of bullets to prevent the barrel from overheating and deforming unless there was no other choice. It was said that this kind of grayish-black steel pipe, which could closely fit the screw threads in the barrel, was made by Miss Anna, the witch. Each of them cost about 50 Golden Dragon, so the members of the squad treated the machine gun like their own children.
After the cooled down gun barrel was installed, the tower resounded again with a harsh sound.
"Look, at the east end of the first trench, there's a witch!"
Someone beside him suddenly shouted.
"That's not a witch, idiot. They're pure witches, the enemies of Miss Nana!"
Nail also saw the target indicated by his teammates.
The woman in the red robe had one of her legs broken by a flying bullet. She was crawling forward slowly on the ground, and there was a shallow trail of blood on the back of her robe.
He aimed the muzzle at the Pure Witch, but he suddenly felt sorry for her and didn't press the trigger.
Judging from her figure, she was probably not of age yet.
"Shoot, what are you waiting for?"
"I …"
Just as she was hesitating, a series of sand pillars swept past her body.
The struggle stopped, and blood spread from her abdomen like a small red flower.
"Damn it, someone stole another spoil of war!"
"Stop it," the other man interrupted and patted Nail on the shoulder. "If you're tired, let me do it."
He took a deep breath. "No, I'm fine."
His boiling blood cooled down a little.
"This is a war with the church. Regardless of age, the enemy is the enemy. I'm still too weak." Nail secretly gritted his teeth and put the distracting thoughts behind him.
"Wait, what happened in the middle of the third trench?" The observer of another team suddenly exclaimed. "Did the ground collapse?"
"Oh my God, what's that?"
"Damn it... it's the pure witches! More than one of them. Kill them! "
Nail quickly turned the muzzle and saw a square pit suddenly appear in the middle of the third trench. The walls were so flat that they seemed to be cut by a knife. A woman with a black veil jumped out of the pit and stood upright with her hands behind her back.
Before he could open fire, he heard a rush of wind in his ears.
As soon as he turned his head, the butt of the gun hit him hard in the face.
Nail suddenly felt everything went black and he fell to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was his teammates raising their guns at him.
…
Standing on the command platform, Roland used the telescope to observe the line of defense, which was gradually becoming clear.
Some of the enemies had crossed the first three trenches and were breaking through to the fourth trench. However, the soldiers retreating from the front line made the firepower of the rear defensive line more and more concentrated. Under the continuous strafing of the two machine gun towers occupying the high ground, the offensive momentum of the God's Punishment Army was obviously declining.
According to this trend, it was impossible for them to reach the remaining five trenches and artillery positions. Because the firepower on the ground was too fierce, many of the church's soldiers had moved into the trenches. The First Army would inevitably establish blocking points at the exit of each section of the longitudinal trench according to the plan. In this way, the enemy's advancing speed would be greatly reduced, and the speed advantage of the God's Punishment Army would no longer be obvious.
At this moment, the Judgement Army gradually entered the battlefield. This army had suffered heavy losses under the attack of the Longsong Cannons, but it had not yet collapsed, which was really beyond Roland's expectation. As for being able to enter the battle immediately, it was nothing more than the Pill of Madness. However, compared with the God's Punishment Army, the threat of the Judgement Army was obviously much lower — the Pill of Madness could not make people immune to fear. When the Judgement Army was baptized by the field artillery and machine guns, even the will of God would not be able to save them.
It had to be said that the biggest contributors to this battle were the eight Mark I type heavy machine guns placed in the bunkers and towers on the flanks of the position. In order to ensure that they could fire continuously, not only did they have enough bullets, but also nearly ten spare gun barrels were equipped in each squad.
The only problem was that, according to this way of shooting, the bullets that they had painstakingly stored would probably be very few. Of course, if they could completely destroy the main force of the church here, this price would be extremely worthwhile.
During this period, Sylvie also observed several magic reactions, but those pure witches did not play a big role in the hail of bullets. They followed the God's Punishment Army forward, but soon disappeared in the smoke and artillery fire.
The victory had been decided!
The Church of Hermes was about to become the dust of history.
Just as Roland was thinking about this, a sudden change occurred!
"In front, there are a large number of pure witches —!" Sylvie, who was also standing on the high platform, issued a warning. "Four — no, five!"
The surface of the third trench suddenly bulged, as if it was lifted by something, and then quickly sank down, pulling the surrounding barbed wire and wooden stakes into the ground.
A woman wearing a black veil appeared at the site of the collapse. She did not make any movements, but just looked straight ahead.
A strange scene appeared.
Many soldiers in the trench turned the muzzle, pointed it at their own chin, and then pulled the trigger.
Clouds of blood sprayed out from the trench like a red fountain.
The four machine gun forts also stopped firing at the same time.
The soldiers who were not affected, as if awakened from a dream, raised their guns and shot at her.
In the blink of an eye, the pure witch was shot several times and fell backward into the pit.
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