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Chapter 49 Skeleton Master (Seeking monthly votes and continued reading)

[Reincarnated Dump Truck: Something terrible has happened, bro! Prosperian planes have bombed the bridge, and the pontoon bridge has also been destroyed. Our hundreds of thousands of troops are all stuck on this side of the river!]

[Great Heavenly Dragon: Where are the refugees?]

[Reincarnated as a dump truck: The civilians were also on this side of the river. Not many went over. Seeing that the army had mostly dispersed, they disappeared with their carts, probably heading back to their villages.]

[Great Dragon: What kind of combat gear did you bring into the instance? Did it have any markings indicating hybrid race?]

[Reincarnation Mud Truck: Bought it. This thing must have some history, but I still don't know what it's used for. I heard my comrades and other players mention "Golden Eyes," which should be the source of the dungeon's power.]

[Dawei Tianlong: Bingo, your guess was right. You can try asking your superior for a charge potion, specifying that you need a single dose, to awaken your bloodline.]

[Reincarnated Mud Truck: OK, but I've also heard some rumors in the army that Comrade Stolt hates golden eyes, so he did something like... a purge. I haven't figured it out yet, I'll tell you when I find out.]

[Dawei Tianlong: I'll contact you if I have any new information. I have to go now, my people are on their way.]

[Reincarnated as a dump truck: Thanks for the invitation, I'm on the battlefield, just got bombed, going first]

……

Chen Lai was holed up in the attic, turning off the player chat, gripping the rifle tightly in his hand, and stubble starting to appear on his face.

He spent a day and a night keeping watch in the attic, sleeping only intermittently because the officers downstairs were too noisy.

They somehow got hold of a record player, stuffed a copy of "Lily Marlene" into it, and then played cards all night long. In the middle of the night, they called Ulia over to keep them company with drinks, and Ulia sang two Rosa songs for them, and that was the end of it.

In 39, the Prosenians, especially the officers, except for a few particularly impatient ones, would not force themselves on Rosa, the country girl. However, such things became increasingly unpredictable as the war progressed, as the situation affected people's state of mind.

As afternoon approached, some of the civilians who had fled with Korchagin returned. They were pulling carts loaded with their belongings and clothing, which they had originally intended to take across the river to Donetsk to continue their lives, but now they had brought them back.

The refugees appeared from the east of the village like strings of black water droplets, quickly attracting the attention of the stationed Prossen soldiers. The roar of motorcycles and the sounds of Opel Lightning transport trucks filled the air as they shouted and gathered, their black command flags standing out against the white snow.

"Stop, stop!"

The Prosen soldiers laughed and shouted in broken Rosa to their leader at the front of the column. The leader remained silent, his eagle-like eyes scanning the Prosen people up and down. This offensive gaze infuriated the Prosen people.

Before they could get angry, Korchagin, the leader, waved for everyone to stop.

"Inferior race".

The Prosen soldier who had just been glared at by Korchagin spat at him as he passed by, cursed in unintelligible Prosen, and then rushed toward the refugees' cart like a starving wolfhound.

Inside the village, Colonel Richthofen and several staff officers came out of their house after finishing their card game. They watched with smiles as the soldiers robbed the refugees, making no attempt to stop them.

Why should we stop them? The emperor's military pay isn't always available. Should the soldiers deprive themselves while fighting on the front lines? How can morale be maintained without looting?
As long as these soldiers don't disobey orders on the battlefield and perform their war missions effectively, and are otherwise a bit sloppy in their conduct, the Emperor and his Black Hawk officers will turn a blind eye. Chen Lai witnessed this scene and felt a surge of anger. He pointed his rifle at Richthofen's head, ready to crack open the skulls of these guys.

I really need to use the Federation's iron fist to give you guys a good beating.jpg
He released the safety, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Richthofen's head. The colonel was watching his soldiers looting wantonly. In the distance, the Prosenians loaded the stolen furs, shoes, bearskin hats, bracelets, necklaces, and even some wooden statues of gods onto the trucks.

Chen Lai's finger steadily gripped the trigger, and he took a deep breath—

boom!
The gun went off. Chen Lai was stunned. He didn't fire. Richthofen was killed, but not by him!
A Prossen officer wearing a skull insignia emerged from the blind spot of the window. Only then did Chen Lai realize that several jeeps had appeared at the entrance of the village, one of which had a long antenna on it, making it look unusual!
The gunshots carried far, and the motorized infantrymen who were looting outside the village quickly drove back. By this time, Chen Lai had already moved the muzzle of his gun away, and even covered the scope with a cloth to avoid being exposed by the reflection of the sun on the snow.

"This must be a big fish."

As Chen Lai pondered this, he then saw more and more soldiers wearing skull insignia enter the village. Their uniforms were very nice; compared to the Prossen soldiers of the motorized infantry regiment, their attire was practically fit for a runway show.

There was nothing they could do; they were the emperor's guards, and the emperor was an art student.

Upon entering the village, the skeleton warriors lined up neatly in two rows, arrogantly welcoming their commander. They were all 1.8 meters tall, with high cheekbones and hooked noses—the hallmarks of pure Aryans…and most importantly, each of them had golden eyes gleaming in their sockets!
What the hell did I get this for?
A failed art student has an entire mixed-race teacher group?
Aryan Superman has become a reality? How could I have such a dream!

Chen Lai's thoughts were in turmoil, and his breathing became much lighter. This scene had a huge impact on him. He had thought that having some mixed-race people in World War II was already outrageous, but this... this was...

Da da
Military boots crunched on the snow, and the marshal's cloak fluttered in the wind, its fluffy gold trim looking exquisite in the sunlight.

Before the boots stopped on the blood-stained ground, the senior officer knelt down and closed Richthofen's eyes with his hands.

“Write that Richthofen died in the line of duty and apply for an Iron Cross for him.”

The officer spoke calmly and elegantly, gently rubbing his black velvet gloves.

"Yes, General!"

The clerk following behind him answered generously.

The motorized infantry soldiers who returned to the village cowered like quails. They could swagger in front of the civilians of Rosa, but they were nothing but lackeys in front of the Emperor's Guard and this high-ranking officer.

"Has the Empire's military discipline deteriorated to this extent?"

The senior officer shook his head slightly, his golden eyes shining like a high-powered light bulb. The skeleton soldiers around him were all handpicked talents, but none of them dared to meet his gaze.

Chen Lai, drenched in sweat, was hiding in the attic. He had found the [Mobile Escape Point], but this escape point was a bit too terrifying!

[Mobile Extraction Point: Kill Erich von Manstein, take his heart, and activate the mobile extraction point]

Damn it! This guy is Manstein!

(End of this chapter)