Chapter 3129: First Battle Defeat

Su Xiao walked out of the temporary command post. He wanted to see the situation on the battlefield with his own eyes.

"Roar!!"

A continuous roar came from the distance, and a black wave "surged over." That was a group of Parasitic Warriors running wildly. Their skin was gray-black, covered with scale-like horny layers, their hands were sharp claws, and black tentacles like hair hung behind them.

Some of these Parasitic Warriors still maintained upright running, while others, deeply parasitized, ran wildly on all fours.

"Samuwa! (Unknown language)"

A humanoid monster over three meters tall, with nematodes swimming in its pupils, shouted. It was a Transmuter, a rare individual among Parasitic Warriors, in a state of deep parasitism. While its own combat power was strong, it could also command a certain number of Parasitic Warriors.

At the current stage, the command system of the Taiya civilization was very simple, unlike the past when there were various official positions. The current ruling system was:

Emperor Taiya -> Three Knights -> Transmuters -> Parasitic Warriors (bottom layer).

Transmuters could occasionally be seen on the battlefield, indicating that the number of such monsters was not small. As for the Three Knights Kingsley mentioned, they hadn't been seen yet. Presumably, these were the three confidants of Emperor Taiya when the Taiya civilization was prosperous.

Parasitic Warriors swarmed over, covering the sky and the earth. The earth shook slightly because of their running.

In their trench, soldiers aimed with rifles. Sweat appeared on their faces. To tell the truth, they had never fought a war. The Southern Continent and the Eastern Continent had been at peace for too long. More than 85% of the alliance soldiers had no concept of war. The rest were soldiers on steel warships, occasionally clashing with sea beasts.

"Steady!"

A lieutenant in the trench shouted. Judging from his wide-open eyes, he was also nervous. This scene was indeed something he had never seen before. The enemy rushing toward them was like a black tide. The teeth in the enemy's mouth were sharp, and the only thing revealed in their eyes was cruelty. The distance was very far, but the lieutenant seemed to smell the fishy stench on the enemy.

"Fire!"

Bang, bang, bang...

Rifles were fired one after another. Every ten-plus meters along the edge of the trench, a single-tube heavy machine gun over three meters long was set up. The side of the heavy machine gun had a hand-cranked wheel, and the other side was a bullet magazine, with a very long bullet chain dragged out.

Rat-tat-tat~

Glowing red bullets left the muzzle, almost connected head to tail.

The dense bullets seemed to want to tear the air, bringing a head-on blow to the Parasitic Warrior army rushing over. The bullets penetrated their bodies, and the attacked parts exploded.

For a time, the front row of the Parasitic Warrior army fell in a large area. A large amount of minced meat was spread on the ground, and the nematodes inside were still twisting. Blood soaked the mud on the ground, and steaming intestines spun and flew far away, the fishy stench permeating.

The concentrated fire of the soldiers on the front line almost formed layers of barrage. Parasitic Warriors fell in rows, not only failing to close the distance, but instead being killed and pulled away from the trench.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers' nervousness faded by more than half. A soldier less than 20 years old pulled a magazine from his side waist and inserted it into the side of his rifle. He was ready to do something ruthless.

With a swish, the sound of wind breaking reached the young soldier's ears. Just as he was about to raise his head to look forward, a straight white nematode entered his brow.

The young soldier's expression twisted, his flesh and blood surged, and his pupils rolled wildly in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong with you."

A private patted the young soldier's shoulder, and a slippery feeling appeared on his palm. With a smack, the young soldier beside him exploded, blood splashing all over his face. Nematodes nailed into his cheeks, neck, and chest.

These nematodes took the opportunity to enter his body. He let out a desperate wail, his hands waving wildly. A moment later, he knelt in the trench, his forehead against the soil in front of him. Fortunately, his corpse didn't explode, causing the nematodes in his body to splash everywhere.

Nematodes that were already dead flowed out from the wounds on the soldier's body along with blood.

This scene kept happening in the front-line trenches. As long as soldiers were hit by that kind of white nematode, their bodies would explode after 2–3 seconds, like a nematode bomb. The nematodes splashed out would cause secondary damage to surrounding soldiers. Injuries to arms and legs were serious injuries, and injuries to the torso, neck, and head were fatal.

There were a total of 8,270 soldiers in the trench. A few minutes after the war started, the number of casualties reached more than 3,000. This was caused by the misjudgment of the enemy's ability, and most of the soldiers died from the subsequent spread of the nematodes.

Gunshots were endless, explosions were continuous, and the artillery troops in the rear continuously poured cannonballs. The smell of blood, scorched smell, and gunpowder smoke permeated.

A soldier shrank in the trench, pulled out his dagger, pressed it against his armpit, and whimpered, cutting off his entire left arm with brute force.

The soldier gritted his teeth, saliva spraying from between his teeth. He rested for a while, then picked up a short gun with relatively low recoil, stood up, and fired several shots outside the trench.

"Don't shrink back."

"Deserters will be dealt with by military law."

Bang, bang!

"This is the end. Return to the trench. Without orders, you are not allowed to retreat!"

Shouting and gunshots never stopped. Their soldiers showed signs of collapse. This was very normal. Soldiers were also human. Being afraid of death was not shameful. Only by staying on the position while being afraid of death could they be called warriors.

Their front line was very miserable, and the rushing Parasitic Warriors were even more miserable. The soldiers' marksmanship was extremely accurate. The first shot was basically hitting the head, the second shot hitting the heart, and the third shot hitting the left or right leg. These soldiers' combat will was not strong enough, but their marksmanship was ridiculously good. Even if they inserted a magazine into the rifle to sweep, it was at the level of aiming at the head.

The weakness of the Parasitic Warriors was in the parasitic site, but if their skulls were shattered, they would lose most of their judgment. After 5–12 minutes, they would still die.

"Filthy Sea."

A large claw pressed on the ground among the Parasitic Warriors, and dense nematodes spread on the ground, even affecting the trench in front.

Miserable screams came from the trench. Several soldiers bitten by nematodes until their flesh was blurred crawled out of the trench and died miserably before crawling far.

"Humans, still so weak."

A Transmuter covered in black tentacles spoke. The nematodes on the ground around it rolled back and quickly entered its arm.

"Servants of the King, kill them all."

The Transmuter let out a low shout. At this moment, a cannonball fell from the sky and smacked into the mud beside it.

The Transmuter turned its head to look, then ignored it. It just took a step.

Boom!

The explosion came from its side. Shrapnel swept past, and flames enveloped it. When everything calmed down, the Transmuter squatted on the ground, and most of the black tentacles on its body were blown off.

It looked up at the front. Just as it was about to rush into the trench and tear all the living things inside to pieces, neat footsteps came from the distance directly in front. Reinforcements had arrived.

"First formation, fire!"

Bang, bang, bang...

Gunshots connected into a piece. The Transmuter had nowhere to hide. It pulled the Parasitic Warriors on both sides, but it was futile.

A few seconds later, the Transmuter turned into minced meat all over the ground. The minced meat squirmed on the ground. In the trench tens of meters away, a soldier carried a large bomb, pulled the double pull ring on it, and threw this iron lump out.

With a smack, the iron lump smashed into the minced meat that the Transmuter had turned into, and then exploded.

After most of the soldiers in the front-line trench died, the reinforcements finally arrived. It wasn't that they were slow. After the enemy attacked, they completely dispersed and charged their defense line in a semi-circular formation.

The Second Legion, Fourth Legion, and Fifth Legion were all fighting the enemy. The Third and Sixth Legions couldn't move; they had to defend the rear. Only the Seventh Legion was responsible for reinforcements. As for the First Legion, they couldn't be easily moved unless it was a critical moment.

The enemy's first round of attack lasted for two hours before stopping. It was difficult to count the enemy's casualties. The ground was full of broken limbs and arms, and their side had more than 27,600 soldiers killed in action. Undoubtedly, in the first round of confrontation, their side suffered more.

The total number of Parasitic Warriors was too large, and the soldiers didn't understand their attack methods, so they suffered a big loss. Even if they had been popularized beforehand, it was a completely different concept when it came to actual combat. Being invaded by nematodes and dying was too painful, and the state of death was too horrific.

In the temporary command post, Su Xiao put down the battle report in his hand. The first round of setbacks caused their morale to slide to 82 points. This was still with the blessing of the War Lord. The alliance soldiers had never participated in a war, and this time they were not fighting to defend their homes. In the soldiers' understanding, this was invading the Western Continent. Some things they wouldn't understand, but this could be understood. After all, they were the ones facing the enemy on the battlefield.

Regarding the current situation, Su Xiao had been prepared long ago. With the troublesome degree of the Parasitic Warriors, their first round of casualties was actually less than he estimated.

At present, the temporary base camp had stabilized, which meant one thing: the researchers of the Eclipse Organization were about to set up a large space array, using the Western Continent and Gaman City as corresponding nodes, and teleporting soldiers over in batches from Gaman City.

Su Xiao only brought 287,000 soldiers. He didn't believe that just by relying on these soldiers, he could capture the Western Continent. Subsequent reinforcements were the key.

According to statistics, the total population of the Southern Continent and the Eastern Continent was over 890 million. This was a sub-modern world, with medical care, people's livelihood, etc., all guaranteed. Plus, the Southern Alliance and the Eastern Alliance had friction for many years, so the number of soldiers on both sides would of course not be small.

As long as subsequent reinforcements arrived, and the total number of their soldiers on the battlefield reached more than 300,000, the gain effect of the War Lord title could be fully triggered.

By then, it would be time for a counterattack. For now, letting the enemy be happy for a while didn't matter.

Twenty kilometers away from their base camp, a large number of wooden sheds and earth houses were built here. This was one of the largest cave-dwelling places for the Parasitic Warriors, and at this time, it was used as an old nest for wartime.

The Parasitic Clan had lost most of the characteristics of humans, transforming from viviparous to oviparous, just like the nematodes in their bodies.

The Tyrant sat in front of an earth house, and Guang Mu, Shui Ge, and others were all near him.

"The situation seems pretty good."

Guang Mu had already learned the result of the first round of fighting. This was a rough intelligence counted by a perception-type. The enemy's casualties were many. After a few more rounds, the enemy side would definitely be defeated. No matter how you look at it, the Western Continent faction had a higher chance of winning.

This made an inexplicable dark joy appear in Guang Mu's heart. She had been harmed by the Bai Ye-style legion flow before, and mentioning these was all tears.

Hearing Guang Mu's words, the Tyrant lit a cigar, took a deep breath as if smoking, and said:

"That side bombed along the near-shore for more than five hours. I also thought how strong they were. After really fighting, just this?" ===== CHAPTER 3130 =====