The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 136 Players can die, but they cannot be without life!

Hearing the huge explosion behind them, Lieutenant Colonel Miller's squad of Dread Knights did not turn around, but instead intensified their attack, becoming even more desperate.

They knew that the troops they had left behind were wiped out, and now only their group remained.

How long can this team hold out?
Heh, anyway, Lieutenant Colonel Miller doesn't think they can hold out for a day and a half.

Seeing the outrageous firepower coming from the front and watching his comrades fall one after another, Lieutenant Colonel Miller felt a wave of despair.

Damn!

The strength of this force far exceeded that of any Cambrian army he had ever seen. He even couldn't help but wonder if this force was actually an army of the Cambrian Empire.

He had never heard of the Cambrian Empire having such an elite force. In his mind, the Cambrian Empire had always been a country that excelled at human wave tactics but was poorly equipped and did not value technological progress.

However, the troops in front of him had absolutely nothing to do with outdated equipment or a lack of attention to technological advancement!
He was completely fed up with those damned little cannons. He had no idea how the Cambrian Empire had managed to come up with such a lightweight yet deadly small cannon.

During the charge, most of the Dread Knights around him fell to that weapon, which seemed to be lighter and more agile than anti-armor rifles.

Besides that, what he couldn't understand was the enemy's bayonets.

He had previously captured an enemy bayonet from the battlefield and examined it, only to discover that it was not the plated weapon he had imagined!
This bayonet wasn't ridiculously hard at all; on the contrary, it could be easily broken with a single twist. It looked no different from an ordinary bayonet, and it was even one of the inferior metal bayonets from the Cambrian Empire.

That's why he just couldn't understand how the enemy managed to pierce their power armor with such a bayonet.

What kind of evil sorcery is this?

"Give it your all, charge forward! Close the distance and engage them in melee!"

Lieutenant Colonel Miller roared at the remaining Fear Knights beside him, then charged forward, carrying the corpse of one of his comrades in his hand.

There was no other way; in order to get to the top, he had to resort to this desperate measure.

He would not have wanted to desecrate the bodies of his comrades if he had any other choice, but the only ones he had at hand who were suitable to be his shield were the other powered armored soldiers who had already fallen in battle.

If they didn't use their comrades' corpses as shields, they simply wouldn't have been able to charge forward. The continuous barrage of small-caliber artillery would have been enough to kill them all on the way.

Hearing Lieutenant Colonel Miller's roar, the other surviving soldiers followed suit, crawling out from behind their bunkers and holding up the bodies of their comrades.

Although they could also be killed by bayonets if they fought in close combat, their chances of survival were still higher if they fought in close combat.

At least they have the advantage of speed thanks to their power armor, and their two-handed greatswords are also ruthless in combat. When fighting enemies with bayonets, they may not necessarily lose.

In long-range combat, the enemy not only has those small-caliber artillery pieces with devastating firepower, but also mortars constantly raining down, and even armored vehicles firing at them.

So it seems that as long as they rush to the enemy and engage in a melee with them, the enemy should not have to use these firepower against them, right?
If they were to use artillery under these circumstances, wouldn't they be blowing up their own people as well?
Clearly, Lieutenant Colonel Miller overestimated the players' integrity.

In a normal army, they would never open fire on their own people so casually, because doing so would be too demoralizing; no one wants to be shot in the back on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the players are anything but normal. What does it mean for a player to accidentally shoot their own comrade?

This is clearly taking action to eliminate the kill-stealing dog who was competing with them; they are eliminating their rivals in advance!

So when Lieutenant Colonel Miller and his men charged forward, pushing aside the corpses of their comrades, they were completely stunned, because the situation was entirely different from what they had imagined.

They thought that once they charged forward, the surrounding mechs and soldiers would be hesitant to fire at them.

But on their side, a Hunter mech that was constantly firing metal spikes at them showed no sign of stopping!

The three unfortunate Fear Knights had just gotten into a melee with three players charging towards them when, before they could even kill or stab their opponents, a barrage of metal spikes rained down on them.

The nail guns, firing wildly like a metal storm, not only mercilessly shattered the power armor on the Dread Knight, but also turned several players who were still cursing into pieces.

Elsewhere, a Fear Knight had just rushed forward, ready to kill the guy with a single sword strike, when the guy suddenly pulled out a poop-scooping device from somewhere and stabbed him in the chest.

Boom!

A huge explosion rang out, and the player, the Dread Knight, and two unfortunate souls caught in the blast were all blown away, cleanly and decisively achieving mutual destruction.

"Damn it! They've gone mad, they've completely gone mad!"

"I don't understand, what did we do to drive them this crazy?"

Lieutenant Colonel Miller's adjutant took over command and roared in despair.

He watched helplessly as his superior bravely charged forward, only to be stabbed to death by the enemy's explosive spiked grenade!

Damn, this is outrageous!
Is that guy crazy? Is this a weapon meant to be used in a crowd?

Does he really have to self-destruct and die together with others to feel comfortable? Isn't it better to be alive?
Not only was he interrogating him, but the other two players who were caught in the crossfire couldn't help but criticize him in the chat.

Blue-haired, white-bellied wild boar: [Damn it! Can't we use something else to stab people? Wouldn't it be better to use a bayonet?]

Tun Tun Mouse: [Damn it! I'm really fed up with you, you old fool! Why can't you just live a peaceful life? You had to go and kill us both, and you even wasted my life!]

Neurotic XiXi: [As everyone knows, players can die, but they can't be without life!]

Lieutenant Colonel Miller's painstakingly organized fearless charge was thwarted by even more fearless players.

When the remaining Blackhawk Fear Knights realized that the enemy didn't even care about their own lives or the lives of their comrades, their mentality completely collapsed.

At this moment, they were no longer the empire's top elite troops; they were nothing more than a group of bewildered and defeated soldiers.

(End of this chapter)