How powerful can ordinary people be?
In the chaotic apocalypse, no one will care about this problem, because they will always be at the lowest end of the survival chain, except of course those pure humans who control major organizations.
For the refugees living in the wilderness, survival is always their biggest concern.
Hunger can make them go crazy, and food can make them kill.
The whole reason for most of them to live is just to live.
So the empire gave them food, gave them plenty of food, and armed them with powerful firepower.
From then on, these refugees were used by the empire as cannon fodder for the frontline charge.
As for whether the refugees will mutiny or flee in battle, this has never been something the empire needs to worry about.
To prevent this from happening, it only needs to add chronic poison to the food immediately, but without the special water source mixed with the antidote, these Incorporated refugees are destined to die.
This simple and crude method is the most common practice among the Imperial people, and these incorporated refugees are usually called slaves by the Imperial people.
Perhaps every slave living at the low end is a humble and insignificant existence, but when thousands of slave soldiers charge collectively, no one can underestimate their power.
The Death Angel soldiers, who were ready to attack, finally realized the power from the refugees.
The ordinary soldiers of the Death Angel in the front section of the defense line simply failed to play their role.
The suicidal attacks from the imperial slave soldiers made many ordinary soldiers feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts and even lost their combat effectiveness.
The long defense line, which was more than ten kilometers long, was quickly broken again and again by the desperate slave soldiers.
The nerve stimulants added to the food before the war drove the slave soldiers almost crazy.
They were unconscious and could not feel pain.
Although this would seriously deplete their body functions, who cares?
In the apocalypse, the weak never have any rights.
When the Death Angel's first line of defense was destroyed, a kilometer-long open space appeared in front of the slave soldiers.
They roared and continued to charge, and no one thought about why.
Ignorance is as fearsome as it is destructive.
On the distant city wall of the main city of the Angel of Death, a giant statue of the Angel of Death with a sword, composed of countless cannon muzzles, slowly lit up.
The flickering muzzle seemed to inject life into this angel of death.
So, when the densely packed muzzles were finally aimed, the flapping angel of death finally waved the sword of judgment it held.
When hundreds of fortress cannons fire at the same time, the deafening sound can be heard clearly by people miles away.
The entire sky was obscured by endless fire at this moment, and no one could stop the angry sword of the Angel of Death.
When the endless firelight enveloped the earth, the apocalyptic destruction was enough to make anyone despair and fearful.
"Boom boom boom boom" The earth-shattering explosion was accompanied by the shaking of the earth, wiping out all the lives affected by it.
When the sound of explosions that lasted for a minute finally dissipated, a man-made ravine almost separated the enemy and us.
Huge craters more than ten meters deep were densely scattered, like the moon that had been hit by a small star. .
And those lives that originally ran on it can no longer find any trace of their existence in this world.
This scene, which looked like doomsday, brought the entire battlefield to a standstill for a minute.
Everyone felt inexplicably trembling under the terror of this power, whether they were ordinary people or transformed people, even the commanders who fired the cannons themselves were no exception.
The Death Angels behind the defense line finally climbed up from the trenches tremblingly.
They took off the sound-isolating headsets they had prepared in advance, but even with such full preparations, the constant roaring tinnitus in their ears still gave them a headache.
Desire.
The Angel of Death was like this, and the soldiers from the empire were even more unbearable.
More than half of the soldiers who were closer to the explosion area had completely lost their hearing, and a small number of them were even directly destroyed by the sound wave of the explosion.
Death was like a sharp knife on the necks of the Imperial people.
After winning every victory, they finally felt real resistance here.
But death will not stop the great cause of the empire.
If the first batch of slaves dies, then there will be a second batch.
If the second batch of slaves dies, there will still be a third batch.
The slave soldiers can die as much as they want, but how many unconventional war weapons are there in the Death Angel's artillery reserves?
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Because the cost is too high, there is no way to have a large amount of ammunition reserves.
Moreover, this is not the only way for the empire to approach the main city of the Angel of Death.
When the shattered army of Imperial cyborgs charged forward in an extremely dispersed formation, the Death Angel Fortress Cannon lost its due power.
The distance of a thousand meters is just a blink of an eye for the sprinting reformer.
The rugged terrain and deep pits could only bring them extremely limited restrictions.
When they successfully crossed this road of death, the slave army who had long been tortured by neurostimulants followed closely with red eyes.
With the transformation, people rushed to the next line of defense of the Death Angel.
The role of the fortress cannon is that it is not suitable for targeting small units.
The Death Angel's original intention of building it was not to target humans.
This first round of concentrated fire was just to create a rough road surface to prevent the heavy machinery of the Empire. unit's attack.
This is originally a way for the Death Angel to deter the enemy.
When the Death Angel actually uses it, it is destined to be at the end of its rope.
Scattered gun muzzles began to spit out firelight.
When the enemy consciously dispersed the charge, it was difficult for the fortress cannon to be effective.
The Empire's terraformers who were at the forefront finally fought against the Death Angel's terraformers.
Guns and bullets rained, swords clashed.
On this line of defense of the Angel of Death, every warrior fought with all their strength.
They defended every inch of land with their lives and responded to every enemy with their blood.
There is no mercy in the brutal fighting, either kill or be killed.
One of the Angels of Death's warriors fell, and before his opponent could recover from his excitement, a bullet shot through his head.
The sprayed brains and blood splashed all over the other Angel of Death soldier beside him.
Just as the soldier was about to reach out to wipe the white brain off his face, a lightsaber penetrated his body from behind. .
The grinning enemy drew out his lightsaber and was about to pounce on the next opponent, but was held tightly by his ankles by the fallen soldier.
The fallen soldier smiled miserably, with blood flowing out of his mouth.
He held a grenade firmly in his hand, and the ring on the grenade had long since disappeared.
"boom" Broken corpses were flying everywhere, and no one knew whether this would cause more casualties.
Because this is a real battlefield.
Killing and being killed may have countless possibilities in just one second.
When the last Death Angel soldier fell half-kneeling, he was still looking in the direction of the main city from afar before his death, with no fear or sadness on his expression.
These heroic souls who died on the battlefield will never have the chance to witness the final winner.
They can only place their hope on the defense line behind them, nothing more, nothing more.
The brutal battle is shocking enough, but for both the Empire and the Angel of Death, the real battle has just begun. s: Rolling all over the floor, asking for recommendations: