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Sitting on the top floor of the tower, holding the nail of the machine-gun grip in his hand, he thought to himself.

As soon as you press the trigger, this steel weapon will continue to spew tongues of fire, shooting bullets at the enemy like bullets. The point of the gun was soon covered by the web of death, and the life that was enveloped in it was shattered like a porcelain bowl falling from a table.

The feeling of dominating the battlefield from high made his blood boil.

And the same is true of the comrades-in-arms in the same team.

"Sixty-six! Look, the poor creature is all falling apart. ”

"How did you count, it's obviously the sixty-eighth!"

"Look over there, there's a guy rolling on the ground, give him a good time. ”

"The intestines are all flowing out, don't waste ammunition, let him struggle slowly!"

With a click, the cloth belt slid down, and a box of bullets bottomed out again.

"Guy in the third trench under cover, I'm going to change the magazine here!" Nail shouted at another machine-gun squad in the tower.

"Don't worry, leave it to us. ”

His teammates soon dragged a box of brand-new bullets, and in the process of changing the cartridge belt, the nails were not idle, he put on a thick single glove, clamped the smoking barrel with a special caliper, held the barrel with one hand, disassembled it in three or five strokes, and gently placed it on the open space beside him.

According to the requirements of training, unless you can fire continuously when you are forced to do so, you must replace the barrel after firing a box of bullets to avoid overheating and deformation of the tube body. I heard that the gray-black steel pipes that can be tightly fitted with the threads of the rifle are all made by the witch Miss Anna herself, and the price of each is about fifty gold dragons, which also makes the team members treat the machine gun as if they were their own children.

After loading the cooled barrel, a screeching sound rang out again in the tower.

"Look, at the east end of the first trench, there's a witch there!"

Someone next to him suddenly shouted.

"That's not called witches, fools, they're the Pure, Miss Nanawa's enemies!"

Nails also saw the goal prompted by his teammates.

The woman in the red robe may have had her leg broken by a flying bullet, and was lying on the ground slowly squirming forward, a shallow trail of blood dragging out of the corner of her robe.

He pointed the gun at the pure, but there was a sudden sense of unbearability in his heart, and he didn't press the trigger for a while.

Judging from the other party's figure, I'm afraid she is not yet an adult.

"Shoot, what are you waiting for?"

"I ......"

In a moment of hesitation, a series of pillars of sand almost swept across her body.

The struggle stopped, and blood spread from her abdomen like a tiny red flower.

"Hell, it's another victory!"

"Don't talk about it," the other interrupted, patting Nail's shoulder at the same time, "If you feel tired, let me come." ”

He took a deep breath, "No, I'm fine. ”

The boiling blood cooled a little.

This is a war with the church, no matter how old or young, the enemy is the enemy, and he is still a little too weak, and the nail secretly gritted his teeth and left the distracting thoughts just now.

"Wait, what's going on in the middle of the third trench?" the observer of another squad suddenly exclaimed, "The ground has collapsed?"

"Oh my God, what's that?"

"Damn it...... It's the Pure! There is more than one, kill them!"

The nail quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and saw a boxy earth pit suddenly appear in the center of the third trench, and the four walls were as smooth as if they had been cut out of a knife. A woman in black gauze jumped out of the bottom of the pit and stood tall with her hands behind her back.

Before he could open fire, he heard a rushing wind in his ears.

As soon as he turned his head, the butt of the gun had already smashed into his face.

The nail suddenly felt black in front of his eyes and fell to the ground. Before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was when his teammates raised their spears at him.

......

Roland stood on the podium, using his lookout glasses to observe the line of defense that was becoming clearer.

Some of the enemy had already crossed the first three trenches and were advancing towards the fourth, but the soldiers retreating from the front line had concentrated the fire of the follow-up line, and the momentum of the Divine Punishment Army's offensive was clearly declining under the incessant strafing of the two machine-gun towers that occupied the high points.

According to this trend, it was impossible for them to reach the remaining five trenches and artillery positions. Due to the ferocity of the fire on the ground, many of the soldiers of the Church Army have already moved into the trenches, and the First Army will inevitably establish blocking points at the exit of each section of the longitudinal ditch according to the plan, so that the enemy's advance will be greatly reduced, and the degree advantage of the Divine Punishment Army will no longer be obvious.

And the Inquisitor Army is only gradually entering the battlefield at this moment, this army has suffered heavy losses under the blow of the fortress artillery, and it is really beyond Roland's expectation that it has not collapsed until now, as for the immediate entry into the battle, it is nothing more than the credit of the Mad Pill, but compared to the Divine Punishment Army, their threat is obviously much lower - the Mad Pill does not make people immune to fear, and when the Inquisitor suffers the double baptism of field artillery and machine guns, I am afraid that the will of the gods will not be able to save them.

It has to be said that the biggest hero of this battle is the eight Mark 1 heavy machine guns arranged in the pillboxes and towers on both wings of the position, in order to ensure that they can fire continuously, not only are there enough bullet tubes, but each squad is equipped with nearly ten spare barrels.

The only trouble is that if you shoot it down in this way, it is estimated that there will be very few bullets left that have been stockpiled up. Of course, it would be a great deal to wipe out the main army of the church here.

During this time, Sylvie also observed several magical reactions, but the Pure ones did not play much of a role in the hail of bullets, and they followed the Divine Punishment Army forward, only to quickly disappear in the smoke and artillery fire.

The winner is decided!

The Church of Hermes is about to become the dust of history.

Just when Roland was thinking so secretly, a sudden change occurred!

"Ahead, there are a large number of Pure Ones——!" Sylvie, who was also standing on the high platform, warned, "Four—no, five!"

The surface of the third trench suddenly bulged, as if it had been lifted by something, and then it quickly fell downward, pulling the surrounding barbed wire and stakes into the ground.

A woman in a black veil appeared in the collapsed position, she did not make any movement, she just looked straight ahead.

A strange scene appeared.

I saw that many soldiers in the trenches turned their guns one after another, aimed them at their chins, and then pulled the trigger.

Clouds of blood mist burst out of the trenches, like red fountains one after another.

The four machine-gun forts were also muted at the same time.

The unaffected soldiers raised their guns and shot at her as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The Pure One was shot several times in the blink of an eye and fell on his back into the pit.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Inquisitors who had taken the Mad Pill rushed towards the defense line in a swarm.