Mage Veigar

Chapter 80 Move forward courageously
The real battle has begun.

In this battle, we can only move forward, there is no retreat, and the only way to survive is to fight our way out.

defense?

tactics?

Don't talk to them about tactics and formations.

This is the battlefield of the brave and hell of the weak. No formation or tactics are needed. They may not have extraordinary talents, systematic training, or combat skills, and their equipment may not be as good as that of the enemy. However, their determination to die is not inferior to anyone else.

Peter was an ordinary soldier, not even holding a military rank.

Before joining the army, he was an unemployed young man who couldn't even find a job and was idle at home.

The reason he joined the army was that he wanted to stand out and let everyone know that he was not a useless person. However, due to his extreme fear of death, he gave up participating in the boot camp at the beginning and was sent to the 2th Regiment of the 4nd Brigade on the border.

To put it nicely, it is the 4th Regiment of the Regular Army, to put it bluntly, it is the cannon fodder regiment.

Among the numerous cannon fodder soldiers, he is the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder, and is the target of humiliation even in normal times. As long as the war breaks out, such a person will definitely be the first to die on the battlefield.

War did break out.

He was the first to lay down his weapon and kneel on the ground to surrender, but he felt that he had done nothing wrong. Life was above everything else. Even becoming a prisoner and bringing harm to his family was better than losing his life. What's more, surrendering was the order of his superiors.

But his chief was killed.

Those who killed his superior were his temporary subordinates, who were said to be from the core troops.

He is a young child, probably about 10 years old.

She has a delicate face and a petite body, about the same size as her younger brother.

It was unbelievable that such a young child was sent to the battlefield, but in this situation where there was no chance of survival, the child officer was not afraid. He even burst into light as dazzling as the sun, ruthlessly killing the superior officers who attempted to surrender, and told them - don't let the fear of death overcome their own glory and the glory of the Imperial Army.

A young child like this is still fighting, why would he surrender?
Peter picked up the spear again.

He launched an attack on the elite troops of the Kingdom Army.

He marched forward courageously under the hail of arrows, forgetting fear and death.

He had only one belief in his heart, to go back alive, and then several years later, he could proudly point to his medal and tell his children and grandchildren that your father and grandfather had fought side by side with that little devil named Vega in a mission where there was no chance of survival, and had defeated an entire elite unit of the Kingdom Army.

Kill kill kill.

Peter, spear in hand, marched forward.

The comrades around you fell under the arrows?

Fear or terror?
Sorry, it's too late to be afraid or scared, he has to rush forward.

A Kingdom soldier in combat uniform stood in front of him.

So he pierced his throat.

Combat uniform?
What precious defensive equipment! Their cannon fodder troops didn’t even have a chance to touch it.

But the enemy wearing expensive combat uniform died under his spear. The combat uniform can protect your body but not your throat. Look how miserable your death is.

Peter's eyes were full of bloodshot.

It turned out that killing was such a simple thing. It turned out that war could really make one forget cowardice and fear. He fell in love with war and the wonderful feeling of piercing the flesh with a spear.

He's going to kill more people!

In order to go back alive, to tell everyone that he is no longer a coward.

Because he could pick up a spear and reap lives without hesitation, he even wanted to grab the collar of the person who once laughed at him and ask him in person, are you laughing at my cowardice?
Ok,
Another enemy stood in his way.

No, is it two... or three... or more?

If I can’t count them, then I won’t count them. The number can’t scare me away.

Oops.

I seem to have lost my left hand.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter anymore. I still have my right hand and I still have sharp teeth!
pain?

The joy after burning.

This taste is like a fine wine, you will definitely be addicted to it.

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Blood and fire are colliding.

The war has completely entered a white-hot stage.

Du Sville had anticipated everything, but he had not expected that a third-rate, no, a bottom-rate troop could actually form such a formidable fighting force, relying on their indomitable courage to fight his troops to a standstill.

Is this still a cannon fodder unit?

With a little training, this would be a brave army that could rival elite troops.

It comes down to it.

The core and elite troops simply use ideological brainwashing to make them forget the fear of death and make them willing to fight for the glory of the motherland.

The reason why they are stronger than cannon fodder troops is that they are determined to die for the empire.

Combat skills, systematic training and sophisticated equipment only play an auxiliary role, but this cannon fodder unit that was previously ready to surrender suddenly burst out with such terrible momentum. They may not be fighting for their motherland, but the idea of ​​fighting for their own honor and dignity will be more terrible than fighting for their motherland.

Things have come to this point.

If this continues, it will only cause greater losses.

Du Swell ordered several professionals, "It's your turn to take action. Kill those three professionals as quickly as possible, and then assist the troops in clearing out these damned imperial soldiers. I want to use facts to tell them that the gap in strength cannot be made up by so-called morale."

"Yes."

7 people should be.

The highest-level professional present is the level 5 trainee, Goss Leviathan.

As the temporary team leader, he led the other six professionals to block the way of Vega and the other two.

"Lieutenant Vega, how are we going to escape?"

Ziglin and Larba held weapons and looked around vigilantly.

They were surrounded. If it were any other time, they would have been frightened into kneeling down and surrendering. After all, they were judged by the brigade's political review to be officers with unqualified psychological qualities.

But today only, they don't want to surrender.

It wasn't because of Vega's intimidation, nor because he would be executed if he surrendered, but because he wanted to return alive with dignity, and then slam the desk of the chief officer of the personnel department of the 2nd Brigade and question him in person, to see who had the inferior mental quality?

"escape?"

Veigar's words were simple and to the point: "Whoever says they want to escape, follow me and kill them all."

If you want to get out alive, there is no other choice but to kill those who block your way.

As for how to get rid of these people?
He still has a trump card that he has not played yet. Whether he can return alive depends on this last trump card.

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