Chapter 1576： Vegetable market

The corridors of the recruitment office of the Ailan Hill Empire were crowded with people from all sides. Some of these people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some even had their upper bodies. People of all types and colors crowded together, dissatisfied with all kinds of complaints.

A nobleman with his arms folded frowned and asked the guard who was blocking him: "Why? Why don't we go to Higgs 5 for reinforcements? I signed up! Even if I must die there, I am willing!"

Behind him, another old soldier with a medal on his chest also yelled: "Yeah! Isn't it a life! I give it! I don't believe it! With so many powerful people, we can still be ridden by a group of bastards. On the head!"

"I think I also fought in Dothan back then! Even though I am disabled now and have no leg, I can still fight! Put me on a prosthetic leg, and I am still a good man!" One blinded one eye and lost one. The legged man slapped his prosthetic leg and shouted loudly.

The guards can’t do anything about it. Those who can come here are more or less related. They are either national heroes or empire honors. They are really not too rude.

However, in this situation, the people in the corridor are about to lose control, and there are more and more people in the corridor, and there is no end in sight.

Several swordsmen in white clothes Shengxue carried flying swords behind their backs, but they didn't yell, but their voices were not too small.

Behind them were a few female swordsmen, although they looked ordinary, but their temperament was very otherworldly.

These people were also very excited, and pleaded to the guard guarding the gate: "We have lost our sect. Now, we can no longer lose the Ailan Hill who took us in! We are willing to fight to the death!"

"Yes! We are willing to fight to the death!" The female swordsmen also had a passionate tone, and their tone was full of determination.

Since watching a live broadcast of a certain swordsman from the front line, many swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword God Sect have come to the conscription office to ask about signing up to the front line.

In the end, most swordsmen were persuaded to go back, but there are still some swordsmen with good cultivation level who insist on going to the most tragic battlefield to serve the country.

Hearing the words of the swordsmen, the dragon warriors on the side were not to be outdone, and emphasized: "Master Adair is still fighting bravely on the Higgs 5, how can our dragons give up our generals! Let's go! As long as you are willing to open a portal or arrange a login! Just send us up!"

These dragon races are all wearing golden armors. Except for the white swordsmen who are like fairies, only them and the elves are the most eye-catching.

The problem is that their dragon warriors are tall and magnificent one by one, and it is very difficult to stand there and not let people pay attention.

The elven warriors on the other side are much smaller, but they are still very eye-catching standing there.

Snow-white skin with pointed ears, she looks so cute and elf female warrior, no matter where she stands, she will attract a man's attention.

The male swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword God Sect became more courageous under the gaze of these female elves. They patted their chests one by one, and pleaded firmly: "Let's go! Give us a chance!"

** The orcs with their upper body are full of muscles, even if they are not poor now, they still retain the traditional custom of not wearing clothes.

The orc officer headed by    spoke in a huffy tone, and said in a naive tone: "We don't need supplies, we just have to have swords! Our orcs can fight the enemy to the end even if we only have fists!"

In their opinion, giving them electromagnetic rifles is a waste. As long as they are given an axe, they can have a good fight with the enemy.

The same silly-spoken, dwarf warriors who are shorter than humans are on the side. These bearded warriors are very strong one by one, but their height is a bit awkward.

They huddled together, looked at the thighs of the dragons around them with disdain, snorted and said: "Dwarves never give up! Our strong bodies are born for war! Let's go! We can still be on it! Help repair equipment and build weapons! As long as we are here, the enemy will never want to occupy Higgs 5!"

Behind the dwarves, among a group of black-clothed and black-robed humans, an old mage headed by said: "Our mage guild is loyal to the empire and loyal to your majesty! Higgs 5 is the best place to prove our loyalty! We are willing to sacrifice there, for the entire empire!"

After listening to him, the crowd behind him in the traditional black robes of the magician issued a louder than loud cry: "For the Ailanhill Empire! For the emperor!"

"Please let me go! My child is still on Higgs 5! I'm going to fight alongside him!" A middle-aged man pushed, trying to squeeze forward.

The man in front of him yelled dissatisfiedly: "Your child is already on top, and my child is still on standby! Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to slaughter the dregs that blasphemed the emperor's majesty!"

A handsome Demon warrior pressed his long sword and frowned in the crowd. He had never regarded human beings as the same thing, but now he has to be crowded with such a group of guys... This makes him very dissatisfied, but helpless.

"This time the Mozu will never fall behind! As long as there is a spot, I will grab it!" Next to him, another handsome Mozu general found that his cloak seemed to be ripped apart by the crowd, and was a little dissatisfied. Murmured.

He never thought about getting angry, because he just walked along the way and among the people he met, it was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Any old man is also an existence at the level of a teacher, even the medal on the chest of a lame man is enough to make him stand up and salute...

The most annoying thing is that he almost stepped on a dog. A closer look at it was a wolf, and a closer look at this wolf was stronger than him. It was unreasonable.

No way, there are still two snakes in line outside the door, because they have no hands or feet, and they are all wet and sticky, they are very unwelcome to girls, and they seem to have not squeezed in at all.

In the office, several officers also looked sad, and they did not expect that there would be so many people rushing to die.

Of course, they really didn’t think about it. The exciting scene of signing up for death, which should have been extremely tragic, was just like a vegetable market by a group of weird guys...

……

In a broken trench on Higgs 5, where countless people wanted to bury their bones, a clone grenadier of the Ailanhill Empire stabbed the last sweeper nearby with a bayonet in his hand.

He stood up, looked at his companions who were surrounded by enemy blood, and lifted his mask.

He gasped, breathing in the **** air, watching his companion lifted his mask.

"How? I killed 27!" On the shoulder of the cloned grenadier, a row of white marks had been drawn with white handwriting crookedly.

This is his credit. This is the enemy he has killed and rushed into this position in the past few hours.

On the shoulder armor of another soldier standing in front of this grenadier, there is also a row of similar marks, the difference is slightly less.

However, there is a different mark on the grenadier's shoulder. This mark records that soldiers bravely destroyed the enemy Destroyer tank.

"Have you listened to the emperor's speech?" The grenadier who lifted his visor first greedily sucked in the air and asked with a smile on his face.

"Stop, how can I not listen? The recording is played every day, and I am not deaf." The grenadier who had destroyed the Destroyer tank sat on the ground and said.

"You said, can our souls return to their hometown?" The soldier leaned on the edge of the trench, gazing at the battlefield in the distance like the surface of the moon.

There are craters everywhere, there is no vegetation and no shelters, the stones have been shattered by shells, and the corpses have long been completely unrecognizable.

The corpse of the sweeper will dissipate after a while, and the human corpse will decay after a while...Finally, the place will return to silence, leaving nothing but nothingness.

"Ha... don't talk, we don't have a soul at all!" The cloned grenadier sitting on the ground replied mockingly: "We have no bad habits, no likes, no fears, no souls..."

"Fantasy! You said, if we have a soul, can we return to our hometown?" The enemy did not find the enemy, and the enemy did not continue to charge and attack. The relaxed grenadier continued to talk first.

"Go back? Go back to the place where there are containers everywhere, the naked body can't see the end, and the noise of the machine every day? Stop it." The clone soldier sitting on the ground was tearing the package of energy food while laughing. Shook his head.

"If I have a soul, I want to go to Ailan Sirius to see if it is as beautiful as it is advertised." The grenadier who opened the package put the solid energy food inside into his mouth and chewed. Said.

"Maybe our souls will go there soon." The grenadier leaning on the wall of the trenches sent a look with a hint of helplessness: "Enemy attack! They are attacking again!"

While speaking, he reached out and buttoned his visor. The distance and other data appeared in front of him again, the holographic screen lit up, and his power mech began to work again.

Not far away, a puppet combat robot that had been on standby since its combat technology was awakened once again, took up the assault rifle in his hand, and began to fire continuously at the distance.

"Ding jingle..." The shells thrown out of the shell-throwing window fell to the ground and hit the densely packed shells with a crisp sound.

"Huh!" The support artillery began to roar, and the shells roared over the heads of these grenadiers, and then exploded in a place full of craters in the distance.

The huge explosion lifted the mud, covering the sky and the sun, and it was so lively. The shock wave spread and shredded everything around.

The offensive Sweeper troops shuttled and evaded in the explosion, approaching the already unrecognizable trenches of the Ailan Hill Empire a little bit.

"Ammunition replenishment!" A grenadier passed this trench with an electromagnetic rifle, and behind him were two apparently repaired puppet robots.

The parts of these puppet robots are different from old to new, and it looks like a person's clothes are covered with patches.

Although such robots are basically unable to continue to fight in the front line, it is still possible to perform some simple tasks.

At this moment, they are carrying heavy backpacks, carrying various ammunition boxes, and machine gun ammunition chains on their bodies, working as porters.

"We need grenades, and filled electromagnetic rifle magazines..." The grenadier with the "anti-tank mark" on his shoulder pointed to the empty ammunition box under his feet and said.

The two puppets put down the ammunition box full of magazines in their hands, and then put down a box of grenades, and then left with the grenadier who led the team.

"Be optimistic, maybe we won't die." The grenadier who hung the spare magazine around his waist with a mark on his shoulder comforted his companion.

"What does this have to do with optimism? We would never die..." The grenadier who was guarding the sentry was doing the same thing. He raised his head and looked at the opponent and said.

"Yeah, countless me is made every day, maybe I'm dead long ago, maybe the last one I won't even participate in the battle, the war is over." The grenadier with the anti-tank mark on his shoulder laughed He smiled and agreed.

"Yes, I heard that in the cloning of Planet 7, thousands of soldiers like me can be produced every day...None of us will die, we just changed to live forever!" The bomber inserted the last magazine around his waist, stood up, leaned against the wall of the trench, and stretched out his rifle forward.

The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the electromagnetically accelerated bullet was as fast as lightning, directly piercing a sweeper in the distance who was jumping over the crater barrier.

Soon, the opponent's revenge came head-on, and several black energy groups from different directions smashed into the vicinity of this position, setting off pieces of mud.

The loud noise of the explosion was filtered by the earphones, but the shock wave still shook the two grenadiers to their knees. When they got up again to fight back, the enemy had already approached a lot.

On the battlefield not far away, the Destroyer tanks lined up one after another, slowly pressing towards the defensive position of the Ailan Hill Empire.

Unlike the past, the electromagnetic tank of the Ailan Hill Empire did not appear behind the grenadiers this time.

"Didn't there be dozens of tanks to help yesterday? There is no tank company today?" Withdrawing his expectant gaze, from the battlefield situation map, the clone soldier had already seen that there was no support from friendly troops behind him.

"It's better to rely on yourself!" Another grenadier carried an anti-tank missile on his shoulder and suppressed the anti-tank sign: "Kill!"