Chapter 600 Ashes (IV)
(600 chapters, good!)
A new batch of carriages arrived at the front, bringing new supplies and...new support.
The special mission of the Vatican Guard escorting the carriage unloaded the red and white painted coffin in the carriage, and the heavy coffin fell into the dark mud with a dull sound.
The guard shook hands with the position to complete the material handover and went to the next position.
Only the centurion and the redemption army who were watching the sealed red and white coffins were left. Thirty-two gold-painted coffins stood flat on the black ground in the shadow area of the sky island.
The centurion who was monitoring the redemption army had only one word.
"Move."
The redemption army lifted the coffin with a bitter face. The sealed coffin was not as heavy as they thought. On the contrary, it was as light as the weight of a person plus a set of armor.
It was very light, and two people could lift the coffin.
"What is this?" Luke lifted a corner of the coffin and saw an angel with outstretched wings carved with gold marks on the top of the coffin.
The sensitive senses of a thief reminded him that the extremely weak vibrations from the box were the frequency of human breathing, long and continuous.
"Don't be so curious, just do our job well." Another redemption soldier obviously had no interest in talking to him. Knowing or not knowing was meaningless to them, the redemption soldiers.
He tightened the bandage of the flintlock rifle he was carrying.
Every month when the supplies arrived, the redemption soldiers always had a meal of food that was still tasty after completing the transportation work.
Every day after that, the food was worse than the previous one, until only dry pancakes as hard as stones and mushroom moss soup were left.
"Damn it, move this thing underground quickly, let's go back early... It's really uncomfortable to stay here."
Luke heard the redemption soldier opposite him curse.
As for escaping, no one thought of escaping. In the war zone ahead, there were not only high-speed cavalry wearing gas masks, but also various highly aggressive wild monsters.
However, for the deserters of the Redemption Army, there was basically no difference between the two.
If they met, they would die.
Going forward was death, going backward was also death, only the underground trenches on the front line were safe.
Luke was lucky. He did not rotate to their group for several missions, and he could squat in his trenches and watch other Redemption Army disband and reorganize.
He only hoped that he could hold out long enough and return home with the revoked military order.
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Fortress No. VI of the Holy See, front-line command post.
"Three months, no progress. Is this the answer given to us by the special priests?" A messenger from the Central World of the Holy See said, "It's hard to imagine that this is an elite priest from the Central Academy."
Solta wiped the sweat from his broad forehead, took a sip of scarlet wine, and cursed in his heart, even if you come, you can't do much.
But on the surface, he still righteously asked the other party to provide more soldiers, more equipment, and more divine magic troops.
"Those redemption troops are really useless. They lose so many people every day and can't get much results... They are really useless."
"Mr. Solta, if this continues, we have to consider supporting the Vanguard Corps." The messenger was not polite to him: "I heard that the Vanguard Corps is leading the Saint Knight Yves with great momentum, and she has a group of... very good soldiers under her."
Only the lords will fight a war of attrition with the lords, using the same tactics and material resources to carry out a cruel and efficient meat-crushing war.
No matter how many redemption troops there are, they are just ordinary people, and the Church does not have enough organizational power to let the redemption troops launch a general offensive.
However, even if a general offensive is launched, it is likely that they will be beaten to a pulp in front of the trench defense line built by the lords.
Solta smiled and thought, wasn't it the Privy Council of the Central World that first made the relationship awkward, kicking the Vanguard Army aside in order to compete for the qualification to discover the New World.
At first, the Church was very satisfied with their acquisition of a large amount of land in this world, and that was the best time for the special missionaries, but now
However, Solta felt that the old antiques of the Privy Council should not react so quickly, and this messenger was just using kindness and force as usual to put pressure on the front line... They wanted to push the front line forward a little further and turn the land they controlled into a safe zone.
The enemy's air force has not made any moves, but the only two attacks are enough for them to mark a large area they controlled as a danger zone.
The advancement of the battlecruiser armored airships requires the help of ground troops. After seeing the tragic situation of the vanguard army being bombed, they are sure that their armored airships are targets in front of the enemy's forces.
Now that they find that they can't push, they remember that there is a vanguard army that arrived first in this world.
They lack light cavalry that can maneuver on the plains. Often, as long as they advance a little bit, they will be taught a lesson by the lords' mixed assault cavalry. Once they leave the easily defended area, they will be dealt with by the mobile cavalry.
The number of the redemption army is sufficient, but their training level and combat quality are far inferior to the lord's troops who will not die.
"Then, this time's help..." Solta asked.
"The support has been sent to the front line." The messenger nodded, not at all shy about his presumptuous behavior of bypassing Solta to send equipment to the front line: "We brought the first batch of 'holy army' awakened according to classical magic. The 'holy army' should be able to solve the enemy's artillery problem..."
The messenger made a prayer gesture.
"The Sword of God will make us invincible."
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Breathing, panting, running away.
The low roar of the mortar passed through the sky, which was different from the sound of ordinary shells breaking through the air, and was more silent.
Bombardment.
This was the first time Luke heard such a sound, and he soon realized that the sound from the sky only meant danger.
To run.
Luke dropped the gold-emblazoned coffin and desperately ran to the nearest trench, followed by the hoarse warning of the centurion passing over the team carrying the coffin.
"Bombardment! Disperse! Run with the coffin!"
Then the destructive flames spread along the trench like a storm, and the pale green mist mixed in the flames began to spread rapidly. The Redemption Army didn't care about the coffins at all, and they all found the nearest trenches to lie in.
The coffin opened after encountering a violent impact.
Luke's pupils shrank suddenly, watching the "human" who crawled out of the coffin, holding a lightsaber and stretching white wings.
"Angel..."
