Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1130: Call of Duty

The "Swastika" flag was flying over Britain, and the giant elliptical giant was interspersed in the air. Light and heat converged into one piece and continuously scattered around. The shock wave seemed to tear the air, and the distortion was expanding in the field of vision. It's obviously still in the morning, but I can't see the shadow of the sun. When I breathe, I can only hear the muffled breathing from the simple air filter mask. The throat and lungs are like siltation of unextinguished soot. There will be tingling and burning with every agitation. The soldiers were crawling forward in the trenches, and even the thought of cursing the ghost weather could not arise. This battlefield is too gloomy and terrifying. The fatal crisis has been hovering around, making it difficult to tell which direction it came from.

The soldier's body has been thoroughly drenched, and the black rain water is not only cold, but also makes the body feel itchy. Many people get sick, even if they don’t die right away, the diagnosis results are hopeless. No one knows why the world has become like this. The war came too suddenly. Although it seems that preparations have already been made at the national level, for the people, the official leaked information is not enough to restore them. the truth. Most soldiers only know that the Nazis have come back. After more than half a century, even if the moral trial of the Nazis and the baptism of various film and television works have never been interrupted, there is enough time for people born in peaceful times to fail to recognize the Nazis. Really scary. It wasn't until the war came suddenly that the Nazis proved their cruelty and terror with actual actions to remind people of the haze that shrouded the world half a century ago. Today, the haze seems to travel through time and space, once again covering the whole world intensified.

The heavy clouds, smog, and black rain that have not dispersed for a long time are full of radiation. Everything exposed on the surface has been contaminated. Plants, animals, and water sources are all showing a terrible grayscale. Even if not on the battlefield. I couldn't see any anger. The soldiers missed the underground shelter like a prison, but in order for the shelter to continue to exist, they had to face the terrible "swastika" flag.

The fear is always there. Soldiers who have either voluntarily enlisted or been conscripted into the army have no energy to complain. Many people die in crying, facing the cruel facts, whether they stand up to resist or are frightened. There is not much difference-80% of the people will die, and then recruits will come in, hand over to the survivors to manage, and continue the new battle. Using statistics for statistics, bravery won't make you live longer, and cowardice won't make you die faster. Life and death are separated from personal intelligence and character. This is a painful and desperate thing.

If no matter what you do, 80% of them will die on the battlefield, then how to deal with this probability of death is the biggest difference between the soldiers. The soldiers who were advancing in the trenches had thought about how they should face it, but in reality. He can only act intuitively according to his own personality and personality. All thoughts looked extremely pale in the face of the deadly gunfire. In terms of his behavior, he is probably the kind that tries to struggle even if death is inevitable.

The soldier raised his head and peered into the smoke-filled sky. Although the weather was gloomy, like night, the phenomenon of light and heat never disappeared over the battlefield. The bird-like steel creation flew across the sky and roared. Hovering, flapping, and then being knocked down, their opponent is a larger airship. Each airship is like a steel plate tens of meters thick, which is difficult to be shaken. The soldiers were numb. On this battlefield, how many planes and pilots the British Air Force lost, he couldn't count. I have exhausted my energy and don't want to bother to remember more things-including the names of my comrades-in-arms. The companion who just met, fell down beside him the next moment. At first he would feel sad and angry. He would want to take back his nameplate and remember his name, but when the companion died too fast, he died. Too many times, everything will be different. Just now, the soldier witnessed a comrade-in-arms being beaten to pieces by artillery fire, and he could only look at him indifferently. That comrade-in-arms was placed in normal social communication, just like a comrade who just said a name to you, not even Time to get to know the "strangers" in other situations.

Half a day or a day, eating, sleeping, and pulling the trigger have taken up nine tenths of the time, and the remaining time is simply not enough for people to get to know their companions.

The soldier continued to crawl forward. He has not fired a shot today. He thinks this is really a blessing, because it is rare to not fire a shot and not be affected by artillery fire. When he first entered the battlefield, **** were broken by the fragments raised by the impact. After three times on the front line, there was no good place on his body. In just three days, he never knew anything about the battle. The rookie became a veteran, and then in the harsh environment full of radiation, he had to cut off half of his foot. In addition, the internal organs of the body did not work as well every day. It was still three days ago. A good guy with a strong body can balance five women in one night, what about now? He felt that if he could climb onto the bed, he would probably not open his eyes again, and he would fall asleep so weakly.

He injected himself with a lot of drugs to stimulate his mind and body. He will not lose the opportunity to struggle before this local battle is over. As for the consequences of overdose, it will be early Don't think about it. Just because he felt the sound of death's breathing, it seemed to be right in his ears, so he didn't want to think about the future at all, just thinking about finding a suitable person now, to result in the other party, or to be affected by the other party.

He had an unclear goal-he noticed ten minutes ago, a Nazi stronger than the Nazi soldiers he had seen in the past. Even on such a fierce battlefield, the opponent still maintains a neater appearance than others, military rank or something, probably a captain, and there is an Iron Cross on his chest, which means that he once established for the Nazi army. A terrific battle, by killing the British soldiers...or there are other things, such as the capture of an underground shelter? Massacre thousands of ordinary people? In short, the other party made outstanding contributions to the Nazis, so. It will inevitably cause a lot of harm to oneself. Such a person is a terrible enemy, but it is also the most valuable prey that soldiers have noticed so far-if placed earlier, he would feel that he was a prey. However, once you decide to fight with the last fire of life, you don't feel that the other party is still at the top of the food chain.

Choose such a terrible enemy as the prey, the probability of killing the opponent is less than 10%, and the probability of one's death is almost 100%, using data theory to speak. Naturally it is ridiculous and stupid. However, when a human being judges whether his actions are stupid, feasible, and should be done, it is often not always purely rational. The same is true for the soldiers, who support him to continue to act like this. Reason is less than one-tenth. On this battlefield, he encountered various situations that he had never encountered in his life. These memories, even if not deliberately recalled, were like hot magma, infiltrating every blood vessel and every cell of his. Make him go crazy, make him numb, so that he can't really calm the throbbing in his heart.

The dead, the living, hovering in his mind like a ghost, and everything he can see in his field of vision is no longer what it used to be. He can hear a lot of sounds, smell all kinds of smells, and these things make him sick. However, they faded a little bit, leaving only a black and red color, without any shape. Hell is right in front of his eyes, and the image that still remains in his mind in the end. Only the people he loves most-relatives, lovers, family, friends, in the past, those with good or bad attitudes, trying to forget, trying to remember, are all in this **** of light and heat In became particularly clear.

Then, a sentence emerged in the soldier's mind: From the moment a person is born, he has shouldered his own mission, and no matter what kind of person he is, what kind of life he is living, he awakens this mission At the moment, you will become a brave man. He doesn’t want to be a brave man. If time goes back and he can choose at the time, he will choose to escape from this battlefield. It is doomed.

Yes, if all of this is destined, if you must face death, you must give your own life to save someone-use your tiny power like a grain of sand to integrate into that oneself A palace that is destined to be impossible to see with your own eyes. Then--

"I chose to die as a hero, even if it looks like a clown." This thought, like lightning, shattered all his hesitation, fear, and regret. In his vision, except Except for the Nazi captain wearing the Iron Cross, everything else seemed to be transparent and insignificant.

He squeezed the handle of the gun, glared hard at the Nazi captain, and immediately retracted his head into the trench. The lasing shrapnel was brushed, and the earth and rocks around him were blown into dust, and the suffocating heat shock made the scene in the trench distorted, and then the violent wind blew the corpse to the ground. And he was prepared, and stuck the dagger on the ground to stabilize his body. He didn't leave his original position. From the moment he stared, he was already implementing the most feasible plan in his mind. In three days, in just three days, he had already understood what kind of existence the Nazis he had to face.

They are not human-no matter how many sentences there are in the explanation, one sentence is enough to cover.

These Nazis have the appearance of human beings, but they are only appearances. Their bodies and souls are completely alien. They will not feel fear, death and fighting, but will only make them mad. The flow in their bodies is not blood but something else. Any one of them, whether in terms of combat awareness, experience, or physical quality, is stronger than the so-called "soldier king" that soldiers have seen. If it bursts, it will get up again in a short time. They are not the brainless "dead" in video novels, nor are they the "vampires" that can be repelled by sunlight, crosses, and garlic, but they have similar or greater survivability, and wisdom above ordinary people's standards.

They are like another kind of intelligent creatures in human skin, intelligent creatures born for battle and massacre. Their behavior is as if they can **** the soul of the dead through slaughter and continue to grow themselves. From the perspective of ordinary people, they have almost no shortcomings, and even so, they will still die. If the opponent of this war. It's a monster that can't be killed by any means, so there is no need for the soldiers to stand here and carry out such a desperate counterattack.

Yes, the battle here is desperate. The enemy is too strong, the defensive net has never been neat, and the defensive line has been retreating again and again, a little closer to the British capital London. However, these are the enemies of the "monster", and still can't flatten all the resistance forces in one go. Their airship still needs to advance slowly. Their soldiers are still being sniped by more British soldiers, and then, every step they take, they need to pay a certain price, including complete death.

In these three days of war. Soldiers once felt incredible that ordinary people like themselves could get in the footsteps of the Nazis. It was obvious that the casualties were so serious that they would collapse across the board in the next moment. However, that situation did not happen after all, and before he arrived on the battlefield, the form of warfare It seems that it is already like this-although the British army keeps retreating. But it is still persisting, and it seems that it can last longer.

The soldiers don't know if this is an illusion. Even if it is an illusion, Britain has no choice. In this war, the Nazis came with the will to destroy. What they did was not at all to occupy this country, to enslave the people of this country, and to obtain the victory of the war. It is more like destroying this country completely, destroying all the people of Britain, turning what you see in your eyes into scorched earth, and making all souls howl. And they can pass through this kind of death, pain, fear and despair. Get an incomparable sense of pleasure.

This is no longer a civilizational process in which humans harm each other, but an act of foreign objects trying to exterminate human beings. In the past, the Nazis have been preaching against humanity, but until now, when they face it personally, they can only be personally exposed. Realize what is meant by "anti-humanity". It's an act that everyone will inevitably hate and resist, and the other party has always done it with a normal heart. Human morals and instincts, things that are unacceptable, have been staged time and time again to make people feel numb.

The soldier suddenly thought that in this last time, he seemed to have thought about too many things-things that he wouldn't usually think of, and didn't have the energy to think, seem to come out in this second. . He was in a trance, as if that second had been stretched to an incredible length. And when his gaze gathered again, his shadow reflected by the fire light became a little strange, and in the turbid water that was also reflected by the fire light, there was a vague shadow—it was not just his own. , That thing was standing in the trenches behind him, looking at himself unscrupulously with an evil posture.

The prey is here, in the same way as I expected. Although he was facing his back, his eyes could not directly see his figure, but the strong feeling, like a soldering iron, made his whole body tremble in pain and fear. However, the next moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength under the other's gaze, and suddenly rolled up. A power that might be called "courage" drove him to fire at his side.

The moment the bullet flew out, he lost the grip of the gun. His arm was broken by the Nazis as if pinching a match. The next moment, the Nazi figure approached again, so fast that he couldn't think, only that the other party seemed to be teleporting. However, the kerosene and explosives buried aside also exploded as he wished. The only bullet that could be fired finally fulfilled his mission.

So, my mission...

The soldiers' thoughts did not continue. When the flames swallowed each other's figures, an arc of light flashed across the Nazis. At the last moment of his life, the soldier seemed to see clearly that it was a dagger. The dagger cut through my skin, and the cold and hard feeling swept across my cervical spine so easily. Before the pain came, the front was already dyed scarlet, and then it was rolled by the tongue of fire, and nothing was seen.

The soldier's head was blown away by the impact of the explosion. When it fell on the ground, only one-third of the skull was left. An eyeball fell from a fire one meter away and was scorched black. And his prey, the Nazi captain wearing the Iron Cross, was as tall as he came, neatly dressed, and walked out of the flames with a dagger. In this trench, he was the only one left in the end, but he couldn't make any expressions on him. He didn't even have the fun and joy of other ordinary Nazi soldiers, just like a cold statue.

He stepped out of the trench step by step, not caring about what he had done before, so he looked for the next target with his eyes. The artillery fire was only a short distance away from him, and almost filled the trenches. However, no matter it was dust, smoke, bullets or debris, no more injuries and stains were left on his body. He looked extremely eye-catching, and he was the only one standing on the ground in this area.

The Nazi captain seemed to have decided on the next goal, and he was about to move forward, but the next moment, his body stopped, like a irritated tiger, and put on a defensive posture. Before he realized it, he had never placed any driving, no matter whether he was attacking or defending, he didn't need this kind of deliberate action, because everything needed for battle had already been incorporated into the depths of his instinct. Because of this, he quickly realized that his reaction was extremely novel, weird, and shouldn't be.

And this reaction was brought about by the direction he was facing at this time—something was approaching. Before he confirmed it, the thing had appeared a few meters away.

It was a man, wearing a black trench coat, hiding his head and face under his hood, with a crow standing on his shoulder, and he was not dressed like a soldier. He knelt down and put his scorched eyeballs into the heads of only one-third of the soldiers. The Nazi captain could not understand this behavior, and he still felt that the crow was staring at him intently-even if its head was the same as that person, facing the soldier's body.

There is no dialogue, because there is no need. The Nazi captain knew that the guy in front of him was the strongest enemy he had seen so far-I don’t know how strong it is, but the real "strong" is Judged only by life and death. He burst out suddenly, galloping forward at his fastest speed, and his dagger struck a gloomy light on the battlefield bursting with artillery fire.

The speed exceeding the normal visual range of human beings makes him look like a ghost, and even his eyes are shining brightly, like a ghost fire in a smog. He swings the dagger in the most accustomed and standard way. Although he doesn’t feel that the opponent has no backhand because of his special induction to the person coming, when the dagger is really pierced on the opponent’s body, it really lets him. He was a little surprised.

The man didn't make any resistance, so he let his dagger go up. But the hand feel from ~IndoMTL.com~ doesn't feel like getting in at all. The Nazi captain was about to retreat immediately, whether he was attacking or retreating, his speed was extremely fast, without any hesitation or extra action. This keenness and speed allowed him to defeat many enemies who gave him a powerful feeling, but this time, it completely failed.

He only felt that his eyes were empty, and then he was clamped on the back of his head by a huge force, and then the world in his eyes spun, and when he spun behind him, he saw the person's face. The hood was blown away by the impact of the surrounding explosions. Hidden underneath was the handsome face of a young man, but there was nothing outstanding. The only thing that makes people care about is that in his left eye, there seems to be some strange light and shadow constantly flowing.

The Nazi captain's head was squeezed, but his body receded outward at a faster speed. Even without a head, he can still feel the changes in the surrounding environment through the skin of his body-and the young man who made him confirm that he can't fight, suddenly appeared beside him in a way he couldn't sense it. He knows what kind of situation this is, not because the opponent has the ability to move instantaneously, but simply because this weird windbreaker youth is too fast. Just as he faced ordinary soldiers in the past, and the illusion created by ordinary soldiers, now this position is turned upside down, relative to this windbreaker young man, he is just as vulnerable as an "ordinary soldier". (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)