The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow - The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow chapter 233

232 – Glory to the Country, Rest to the Hero (3)

“…… Sun! God…… Dress up!!”

My head was spinning. My ears were deaf. Sergeant Blava of the 1st Assault Special Operations Brigade under the Uk ranian Special Operations Command was staring blankly out.

In the blurry vision, a hot flame rose up. People with distorted faces, people screaming and running away.

“Get your senses, bastard!”

Paak—!

My head jerked back with a strong shock. Blava fell straight to the floor. Her mind flashes back to the dirt floor, tinged with the chill of autumn.

To da da da da da da da da da da da.

Tadadang!!

I could clearly hear the sound of machine guns grinding ceaselessly. Only then did Blavaa realize that she was in the middle of her battlefield.

It’s been a few days.

No food, no ammunition, in short supply.

“If you go out of your mind, our platoon will be screwed! Take care of the kids right! They are finally coming!!”

A sergeant with impressive scars under his eyes screamed loudly. Was the deputy commander. At that, Blava grabbed her gun again and started running out of her trench.

“f*ck, f*ck…… !!”

Jump over the corpse with her face on the floor and dodge the debris flying over her head. And when we finally reached the machine gun emplacement.

Blava found a member of the same platoon, torn to shreds, clutching a machine gun. With his finger on the trigger, he met his death.

Kwaaang! The earthshaft rang once more. A ceaseless bombardment. The beeping sound of machines engulfs the eardrums.

The bombardment that poured in for two days was more than enough to turn even Blava, who was rolling on the battlefield, into a single stupid recruit.

It is said that it is the fate of the Airborne Forces to be surrounded in the first place, but isn’t it too much to do?

But complaining won’t change anything. Blava grabbed the platoonman’s serial number, then grabbed his machine gun again.

Then he continued to shoot through the cracks in the trees.

A chunk of green visible through the bushes that have already turned red in autumn. They are monsters that jump into the trench line without hesitation even in the barrage of machine gun fire.

Mutants.

The Empire’s experiment, which I thought was just a rumor, was now running towards Blava.

The sergeant clenched his teeth. If it was like before, I would have spat out curse words, but I didn’t even have the strength to do so anymore.

But he doesn’t stop pulling the trigger. Like his comrades-in-arms he had already crossed the river he could not cross.

Tada da da da da da!!

“Ahhhhh!!!”

With a groan like vomiting, the mutant soldier sprayed bullets. Pitt, a bullet that narrowly passed the nape of his neck.

Red blood flowed down the shallow wound. I felt no pain from the adrenaline pumped out to the limit. Cold sweat ran down his spine.

“Quaaah!”

Someone’s scream was heard not far away. It wasn’t a mutant thing. Like mechanical devices, they didn’t groan in pain or let out a final scream, they just crumbled to the ground.

Anyway, it seemed that a few of them had succeeded in entering the trenches.

A lot of thoughts went through my head during that time. Should I go for support or should I keep the line of defense?

And what Blava chose was to maintain the defense line.

Anyway, he couldn’t deal with the mutants with only his submachine gun.

As long as they didn’t slit their throats, they would recover all their wounds with insane regenerative power and jump in.

I can’t help you. Rather, holding a machine gun and shooting until death has a higher chance of survival.

So Blava focused on the legs. This is because the lower body has less regenerative power than the upper body.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Tatadang, Fivik!

The body of the mutant, whose legs were cut off by the concentrated fire, rolled on the floor. In the meantime, bullets aimed at Blava ricocheted off the floor and created sparks.

Tada da da da da da!!

It was only after the bone was broken that the mutant soldier died completely.

No matter how good the regenerative power is, it was helpless in front of a 50-caliber bullet that would tear even a steel plate like a piece of paper.

However, it is a support weapon.

A machine gun held by a single soldier cannot stop the waves of mutants and shells falling from the sky from beyond the forest.

Originally, it was done with the concept of advance bombardment, and when the full-scale charge began, the bombardment on the front line was stopped, unlike the case.

As a mutant soldier with no fear of death, the Empire did not stop bombarding even as the mutants charged.

The Uk ranian special forces had no choice but to suffer serious damage from the assault, which took away even their own flesh.

In spite of that, the cumulative damage is considerable.

No matter how elite the Uk ranian special forces are, there is a limit to their ability to struggle even when equipment, supply, and morale are all stuck on the ground.

Tutatadada, tak, tick, titik!

The scattering of the casings stopped. When I pull the trigger, nothing but gray smoke comes out of the muzzle. I instinctively moved my gaze around, but there was no bullet left.

There is no bullet.

“This, you bastards—!!!!!”

The sergeant immediately wrung his submachine gun and roared.

It doesn’t stop no matter how many times you shoot.

Even if you kill it, it doesn’t disappear even if you kill it.

Mutants rush through the bombardment fiercely, like beasts raving about their prey.

“Sir baaal!!!!!”

In the fear of death that devours his mind, all the sergeant can do is aim the gun that has now become his indispensable companion.

It doesn’t matter if you can kill or not.

To face death humbly after resisting to the end. So that I can shout that I stood up for my country, even if it took my breath away from the damn Empire.

It was at that time that the sergeant was about to pull the trigger at the mutant who had approached him.

Parts Tsutsut!!

Purple flashes broke through the fog that hung over the battlefield. A tingling mana cutting through the air that members of the 1st Assault Special Forces Brigade would not know about.

Blava felt a figure quickly pass her gaze and turned her head.

And finally, the moment when I saw a man holding a dagger and slashing the mutant’s throat.

A shudder running through my body pierced me from head to toe.

“Good work, sergeant…… !!”

There are very few people in Uk ran who will wear the glittering rank of colonel and march directly to the front line.

A steel prosthetic arm looming through the torn military uniform, with eyes sparkling in brass.

Claude Lane.

He was literally slicing mutants single-handedly. Even if shells fall at close range, he doesn’t blink an eye.

“All troops!! Leap forward!! We never back down!!!”

“Waaa!!!!”

The battle cry heard clearly from behind.

I don’t know if it’s because of the purple mana, but the tingling feeling made Blava’s arm goosebumps.

He also shouted a word boiling from his chest.

“Glory to the motherland!!!!!”

“Death to those imperial bastards!!!”

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The 6th Corps, or to be precise, the last counterattack of the Uk ranian Expeditionary Force has begun. The northern headquarters of Polania, deployed in the eastern direction, and the 7th Corps, which had been put back in reserve, were deployed to the front.

-I plan to apply the final pressure with a simultaneous offensive. The Red October side is struggling, so if you do well, you’ll be able to plunge the empire into a state of civil war.

The situation in the empire was still in turmoil. The emotional gap created by the Great Purge has not yet been narrowed.

If we are anxious about the changing seasons and dwindling offensive capabilities, the Empire is anxious about a quick stabilization.

Anyway, the perfect victory scenario against the Empire is far from over.

The best we can do is plunge the empire into civil war and weaken it.

If only the southern or western regions could be made independent, it would have been tantamount to victory.

“…… So the lieutenant commander is leaving?”

“Yes.”

Bell Meyer’s eyes trembled.

“Why, why…… All in all…… ? A person like a military corps commander goes to the forefront…… ? Why the hell…… !?”

“Because I am the corps commander.”

As the commander of the Combat Medical Brigade, Bell Meyer was put on emergency medical duty throughout Bzura, where he was bleeding profusely.

It was a unit under the direct control of the Expeditionary Force Command and was not included in this offensive operation because it had a strong character as a support unit.

She had heard shocking news from Enoch Levandell, who had come to visit her.

“A great mage must be dealt with by a great mage. Don’t you know if it’s Bell? The fact that I am not simply a first-class mage.”

“That’s true, but…… !!”

“If only I could save countless lives and keep Uk ran alive with the price of that one person’s name…… Wouldn’t that be an advantage?”

The young lieutenant general smiled as always.

“That’s why I came here. For Colonel Rumia Bluet…… To be honest, I don’t think I can tell you.”

What the hell are you talking about that you can’t say? But Bell Meyer didn’t bother asking. Because she also vaguely guessed.

Her desire to hold on was like a chimney. It’s a big mage. No matter how strong Enoch Levandel was, he might not really be able to win.

What’s more, it wasn’t a front line inspection, it was a corps commander jumping directly into battle.

Even if he manages to win against the great mage, it is not certain that he can survive against the imperial army that will come with his eyes open.

But.

I still can’t catch it.

If he was the Enoch Levandel he knew, he would not be caught even if he was caught.

“I want you to tell Rumia that you are sorry until the very end. She wants you to be happy.”

“…… Why do you say lines that will embarrass you when you return?”

“hahahaha.”

Bell Meyer struggled to crack a joke. She held on to her weak leg, and in the palm of Enoch’s hand she handed the necklace she was wearing.

“This is—.”

“Like the parrot, it is a valuable item that helped me whenever I lost my memory. Just in case…… Promise me that you will come to help.”

Enoch Levandel looked at his necklace for a moment, then carefully tucked it into the front of his uniform and left her.

The answer never came back.

Bell Meyer looked at Enoch Levandel as he walked away.

Why does my eyes blur even after wiping? In the end, she had no choice but to sit down.