The "卐" flag fluttered over Britain, and elliptical behemoths interspersed in the air. Light and heat converged into one piece, constantly scattering around, and the shock wave seemed to tear the air, twisting and expanding in the field of vision. It was clearly morning, but I couldn't see the shadow of the sun. When breathing, I could only hear the dull breathing sound from the simple air filter mask. The throat and lungs were like ash that had not been extinguished. Tingling and burning will come from every agitation. The soldiers crawled forward in the trenches, and even the curse of cursing the weather could not be raised. This battlefield is too gloomy and terrifying, and the deadly crisis has been hovering around, making it difficult to tell which direction it came from.

The soldier's body was completely soaked. The black rain was not only cold, but also itchy. Many people get sick because of this, and even if they don't die immediately, the diagnosis is desperate. No one knows why the world has become like this. The war came too suddenly. Although it seems to have been prepared from the national level, for the people, the information leaked by the official is not enough for them to restore the truth. Most soldiers only know that the Nazis are back, after half a century, even if there has never been a moral trial against the Nazis and the baptism of various film and television works, but the time is enough for people born in the peaceful era to be unable to recognize the Nazis. Really scary. Until the war suddenly came, the Nazis proved their cruelty and horror with actual actions, and they can remind people of the haze that hung over the world half a century ago. Now, the haze seems to pass through time and space, and it has covered the world again.

Thick clouds, smog and black rain that haven't dispersed for a long time are full of radiation. Everything exposed to the surface has been polluted. Plants, animals and water sources have shown a terrible gray failure. Even if not on the battlefield. Nor did he see any anger. The soldiers missed the underground shelter like a prison. However, in order for the shelter to continue to exist, they had to face that terrible "卐" flag.

Fear is always there. Soldiers who volunteered or were forced to join the army no longer have the energy to complain. Many people died in tears and faced with the cruel facts, whether they stood up and frightened. There is no big difference-80% of the people will die, and then recruits will be recruited and handed over to the survivors to continue the new battle. Using statistics to count, bravery will not let you live longer, and cowardice will not let you die faster. Separation of life and death from personal knowledge and personality is a matter of pain and despair.

If 80% will die on the battlefield no matter what they do, then how to face this chance of death is the biggest difference between the soldiers. The soldiers creeping in the trenches have thought about how they should face it, but actually. He can only act intuitively according to his personality and personality. In the face of deadly artillery fire, all thoughts are extremely pale. And from the point of view of his behavior, he is probably the kind that even if it is inevitable to die, try to struggle.

The soldier raised his head and peered into the smoke-filled sky. Although the weather was gloomy, like the night, the phenomena of light and heat never disappeared above the battlefield. Bird-like steel creations screamed across the sky. Hovering, slamming, and then being shot down, their opponents are bigger airships. Each airship seems to be installed with tens of meters of steel plate, which is difficult to be shaken. The soldiers have become numb. On this battlefield, how many planes and pilots have the British flying forces lost? I have exhausted my energy and do not want to bother to remember more things-including the names of my comrades. A companion who has just met will fall next to himself at the next moment. At first, he will feel sad and angry. He will think of taking back his nameplate and remembering his name. Too often, everything will be different. Just now, the soldier witnessed a comrade torn apart by artillery fire, but he could only watch indifferently. That comrade was put in normal social communication, which is equivalent to a person who just said his name to you, even not yet. Time to learn about "strangers" in other situations.

Half a day or a day, eating, sleeping and pulling the trigger, has occupied nine tenths of the time, the rest of the time is simply not enough to let people know their companions.

The soldiers continued to crawl forward. He hadn't fired a shot today. He felt that this was really a good shot of Fu Xing, because it is rare to not shoot or be affected by artillery fire. When he first entered the battlefield, he broke **** with fragments from the impact. After three shuttles on the front line, there was no one intact place on the body. Only three days, he had no knowledge of the battle. The rookie became a veteran, and then in the harsh environment full of radiation, he had to amputate half of his foot. In addition, the operation of the internal organs of the body is not as good as one day. It was clearly three days ago. A strong young man, he can balance five women in one night, now? He felt that if he could climb onto the bed, he probably wouldn't open his eyes anymore, and would fall asleep so weakly.

He injected himself with a lot of drugs to stimulate his spirit and body, and he will not lose the opportunity to struggle when this local battle has not come to an end. As for the consequences of injecting too many drugs, he will not go long ago. Thought about it. Because he felt the sound of death breathing as if he was in his ear, he did n’t want to think about the future at all, but only wanted to find a suitable object now, to get results from the other party, or to get results from the other party.

He had an unclear goal-he noticed ten minutes ago that he was stronger than the Nazi soldiers he saw in the past. Even if the opponent is on such a fierce battlefield, he still maintains a more tidy posture than others. The rank of the army is probably a captain. There is an Iron Cross on his chest, which means that he once laid down for the Nazi Army The heroic battle, by killing the British soldiers ... or there are others, such as the capture of an underground shelter? Killed hundreds of ordinary people? In short, the other party made outstanding contributions to the Nazis, so. It will inevitably cause a lot of damage to your own side. Such a person is a terrible enemy, but it is by far the most valuable prey that soldiers have noticed-if placed earlier, he will feel that he is a prey. However, once it was decided to use the final fire of life to fight, it did not feel that the other party was still standing at the top of the food chain.

Choosing such a terrible enemy as a prey, the chance of killing the opponent is less than 10%, and the chance of dying yourself is almost 100%, using data theory. Naturally ridiculous and stupid. However, a human being judges whether his actions are stupid, feasible, and should be done, but they are not always purely rational. The same is true of the soldier, supporting the elements of his action. Reason is less than one-tenth. In this battlefield, he encountered all kinds of situations that he had never encountered in his life. These memories, even if he did not deliberately recall them, were like a hot magma, penetrating into each of his blood vessels and cells. Drive him mad, make him numb, and make him unable to really calm the throb in his heart.

The dead and the living are hovering in his mind like a ghost. What he can see in his vision is no longer the same as in the past. He could hear a lot of sounds, smell various odors, these things made him sick. However, they faded a little bit, leaving only a black and red color without any shape. Hell was right in front of him, and the image that remained in his mind eventually. Only his favorite people-loved ones, loved ones, family members, friends, in the past time, those with good attitudes or bad attitudes, trying to forget, trying to remember, are in this light and hot **** Becomes particularly clear.

Then, in the mind of the soldier, there was such a sentence: from birth, man has shouldered his mission, and no matter what kind of person he is, what day he is living, at the moment when he awakens this mission, Will become the brave. He does n’t want to be a brave man. If time goes backwards, and he can choose at that time, he will choose to escape from this battlefield, but time will not go backwards, and he has never had a choice. From the moment he stepped on this battlefield, it seemed like everything Already doomed.

Yes, if all of this is doomed, if you must face death, you must sacrifice your life to save someone-use your own tiny power of sand to integrate into the one you are destined to be unable to see See the palace. Then--

"I chose to die in a heroic way, even if it looks like a clown." Such an idea, like lightning, shattered all his hesitation, fear and regret, except in his vision, except for the wearer Apart from the Nazi captain of the Iron Cross, everything seemed transparent and insignificant.

He squeezed the gun grip, glared hard at the Nazi captain, and immediately retracted his head into the trench. The shrapnel shattered, smashing the dust around him, suffocating and suffocating shocks, distorted the scene in the trench, followed by a violent wind, blowing the body to the ground. And he was ready to put the dagger on the ground and stabilize his body. He did not leave the original position, and since that glare, he has been carrying out the most feasible plan in his mind. In three days, just three days, he already knew what kind of existence the Nazis he had to face.

They are not humans-no matter how many sentences are explained, this sentence is enough to cover.

These Nazis have the appearance of human beings, but they are only appearances. Their physical bodies and their souls are completely different. They will not feel fear, death, and fighting, but will only make them crazy, and their bodies are flowing, as if not blood, but something else. Any one of them, whether it is fighting consciousness, experience or physical quality, is stronger than the so-called "Bing Wang" that soldiers have seen. They seem to be incapable of killing, even if they are cut off and their heads Explode, and will climb up again in a short time. They are not the brainless "necromancers" in the video novels, nor the "vampires" that sunlight, crosses and garlic can repel, but they have similar or stronger survivability and wisdom above the standard of ordinary people.

They are like, another kind of intelligent creatures covered in human skin, intelligent creatures designed for fighting and slaughter. Their behavior is like sucking the souls of the dead through the massacre and constantly strengthening themselves. From the perspective of ordinary people, they have almost no shortcomings. Even so, they will still die. If the opponent of this war. It ’s a monster that ca n’t be killed by any means, so the soldiers do n’t have to hold on to this desperate counterattack.

Yes, the fighting here is desperate. The enemy is too strong, the defense net has never been neat, and the line of defense has continued to recede, a little closer to the British capital London. However, these enemies, who are "monsters", are still unable to flatten out all resistance forces in one go. Their airship still needs to advance slowly. Their soldiers are still being attacked by more British soldiers, and then, every step forward, they need to pay a certain price, including complete death.

In these three days of war. The soldier was once inconceivable that ordinary people like him could be involved in the footsteps of the Nazis. Obviously the casualties were so serious that it seemed that they would collapse across the board at the next moment. This seems to be the case-although the British army keeps retreating. But it still persists, and it seems that it can last longer.

The soldiers did not know whether this was an illusion. Even if it was an illusion, Britain had no choice. In this war, the Nazis came with a will to destroy. Their approach was not intended to occupy this country, to enslave the people of this country, and to win the victory of the war. It is more like destroying the country completely, destroying all the people of Britain, turning what you see into scorched earth, and letting all souls wailing. And they can pass this death, pain, fear and despair. Get a very pleasant feeling.

This is no longer a civilized process of human self-harming, but the act of foreign bodies to exterminate humans-in the past, the Nazi anti-humanity has been preached, but until this time, when you face it in person, you can realize it personally, What is called "anti-human". That is an act that everyone must hate and resist, and the other party has always done it with ordinary heart. Human morals and instincts, things that are unacceptable, are staged again and again to make people feel numb.

The soldier suddenly thought that he seemed to think too much in this last time-what he would not normally think of, what he didn't have energy to think about, it seemed to have to come out in this second. He was in a trance, as if for a second, he was stretched to an incredible length. And when his eyes condensed again, his shadow reflected by the fire became a little strange, and in the turbid water also reflected by the fire, there was a vague shadow-that was not just his own That thing stood on the trench behind him, looking at himself unscrupulously with an evil gesture.

The prey came, in the same way as he expected. Although he could not directly see his posture with his back to his eyes, the strong feeling, like a soldering iron, made his whole body tremble with pain and fear. However, at the next moment, it seemed that he had lost all his vitality under the watch of the other party, and suddenly rolled up. A force that might be called "courage" drove him to fire beside him.

The moment the bullet flew out, he lost the grip of the firearm. His arm was broken by the Nazis like pinching a match. At the next moment, the Nazi figure was approaching again, so fast that he couldn't think, just thinking that the other party seemed to be teleporting. However, the kerosene and explosives buried aside exploded as he wished, and the only bullet that could be fired eventually completed his mission.

So, my mission ...

The soldier's thoughts did not go on. As the fire swallowed each other's figure, an arc of light flashed over the Nazis. At the last moment of life, the soldier seemed to see clearly that it was a dagger. The dagger cut through my skin, the cold and hard feeling, so easily passed me across my cervical spine. Before the pain came, the front was stained scarlet, and then rolled by the tongue of fire, I could see nothing.

The soldier's head was blown away by the impact of the explosion. When it fell to the ground, only a third of the brain was left. An eyeball fell one meter away from the fire and was burnt black. And his prey, the Nazi captain wearing the Iron Cross, was as straight as he was when he came, with a well-dressed dress and carrying a dagger out of the flames. In this trench, he was the only one left, but he couldn't make him have a little expression. He didn't even have the fun and joy of other ordinary Nazi soldiers. It was like a cold statue.

He stepped out of the trench step by step, not caring about what he had done before, so he used his eyes to search for the next target. The artillery fire was only a short distance away from him, almost filling the trenches, but no matter whether it was dust, bullets or fragments, it did not leave more injuries and stains on his body. He looked extremely striking. In this area, only he stood on the ground so brightly.

The Nazi captain seemed to decide the next goal, and he was about to move forward, but at the next moment, his body paused, like a violent tiger, posing a defensive posture. Before he realized, he had never put any driving, no matter whether attacking or defending, he did not need this deliberate action, because everything needed for combat had already been integrated into the depths of his instinct. Because of this, he soon realized that his reaction was extremely novel, weird, and should not be.

And this reaction is brought by the direction he is facing at this time-something is approaching. Before he confirmed, the thing had appeared a few meters away.

It was a man, wearing a black trench coat, covering his head and face under a hood, and standing on his shoulder was a crow, dressed like a soldier. He squatted and put his burnt eyes into the head of only one-third of the soldier. The Nazi captain could not understand this behavior, and he felt that the crow was staring at himself intently—even if its head, like the man, was facing the soldier ’s body.

There is no dialogue, because there is no need, the Nazi captain knew that the guy in front of him was the strongest enemy he had seen so far-I do n’t know how strong it is, but the real "strong" is only through life and death To judge. He erupted suddenly and drove forward as fast as he could. His dagger crossed a glare on the battlefield where the fire was blooming.

The speed beyond the normal visible range of humans makes him like ghosts and ghosts. Even his eyes shine brightly like a ghost fire in the haze. He wields the dagger in the most customary and most standard way. Although he does n’t feel that the other person has no backhand because of the special induction of the comer, when the dagger is really stuck on the other person, he really let He was a little surprised.

The man had no resistance, so he let his dagger stick up. But the feeling from ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ didn't feel like it was stuck in. The Nazi captain immediately withdrew and retreated. Whether it was an attack or a retreat, his speed was extremely fast, without any hesitation and unnecessary movements. This sharpness and quickness allowed him to overcome many enemies who gave him a strong feeling, but this time, it completely failed.

He only felt that his eyes were empty, and then he was clamped in the back of the head with a huge force. Then the world in his eyes spun, and when he turned behind him, he saw the face of the man. The hood was blown away by the impact of the surrounding explosion. Hidden underneath was a handsome young man's face, but there was nothing outstanding about it. The only thing that people care about is that in his left eye, there seems to be some strange light and shadow flowing constantly.

The Nazi captain's head was exploded, but his body receded at a faster rate. Even without his head, he can still feel the changes in the surrounding environment through the skin of his body-and the young man who made him confirm that he can't fight, suddenly appeared beside him in a way that he could not sense. He knew what this was the case, not because the other party had the ability to move instantaneously, but simply because this eccentric young man in a trench coat was too fast. Just as he faced ordinary soldiers in the past, and the illusion produced by ordinary soldiers, this position is now reversed. Compared to this young man in a trench coat, he is as vulnerable as an "ordinary soldier." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)