Chapter 537 Resistance Is the Answer
The carriage was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The White Disaster, once you enter, you cannot exit. No matter whether you are a supernatural being or an ordinary person, no one has ever come out after entering.
And they no longer have the possibility of escaping.
The expeditionary forces were not afraid of sacrifice at the beginning, but the successful offensives in recent days had made them somewhat accustomed to it, and the sudden desperate situation before them was beyond everyone's expectations.
Suddenly, the sound of heavy machine guns rang out.
When people looked up, Gwen had climbed onto the roof of the car and was holding her Gatling gun, firing at the bones rushing in from all directions.
The sunlight fell on her body, giving her a layer of gold. Her image of holding a machine gun and firing on the roof of the car was deeply imprinted in people's hearts.
She was from the North, and no one knew the horror of the White Scourge better than her. She should have been the most desperate one, but she picked up the gun.
The resistance forces fought in despair every day. They had no reinforcements, no retreat, and no future, but they never gave up even for a moment.
No need to think, no need to hesitate, resistance itself is the answer.
In desperation, she picked up her gun, just like in every previous battle.
And in her hand, the Gatling gun that had created miracles also emitted a heavy and warm gunshot.
Huo Qi suddenly had a feeling that perhaps the reason she could gain the recognition of the machine soul was not because of the mysterious supernatural powers she possessed, but because her will was recognized by the machine soul.
"She's really the best machine gunner." Hodge muttered to himself, he took a deep breath and turned around.
The soldiers of the expeditionary force have already grasped their weapons, with determination in their eyes.
Beliefs can also be contagious. Seeing Gwen's unyielding fighting spirit, the expeditionary force's soldiers also became eager to fight.
"Sir, give the order!"
"We can fight till the last moment!"
"Show the resistance our will!"
Hodge looked around at the soldiers around him and felt a fire flowing in his chest. He took a deep breath and shouted:
"Take up your weapons and fight! For Lord Hughes, for Castel!"
"For Castel!"
"For the Lord!!"
The soldiers shouted and rushed to their posts. A moment later, the covers of the shooting holes were pushed open, and the black muzzles of guns stretched out.
After a low sound of bullets being loaded, the fiery barrage of bullets, carrying the equally fiery will of the expeditionary force, whistled towards the group of bones that were surging like a tide from all around.
The armored train was designed with the requirement of being a battle fortress, and it is Castel's most powerful mobile firepower point.
Unfortunately, after entering service, it has never been used to its full potential.
And today, this steel behemoth born for war finally let out its most violent roar!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The bullets poured out in all directions, forming a line. The dragon breath cannons fired in all directions at the same time. The bones around them were like a tide. The armored train was like a volcano erupting in the water. The violent lava instantly vaporized all the enemies around it.
The tide of bones that rushed up was forcibly pressed back to the ground.
The white fog that was gathering around them suddenly stopped.
"White fog, fog." Hodge's eyes lit up, he turned around and grabbed the conductor and whispered, "Can we find a sealed carriage and drive through the white fog? This way we won't be exposed to the fog!"
The conductor shook his head and said, "Impossible. The carriage was not designed to be airtight. If I were given a day, I might be able to seal all the gaps, but it's too late now."
After a pause, he frowned and said, "And I remember that the White Disaster is not safe if you don't come into contact with the White Mist. The Silent Temple once dug a basement to deal with it, but the people inside still disappeared. No matter what you do, you can't escape from the places covered by the White Mist."
After saying that, he shouted to the machine gun position above: "Miss Gwen, can we escape the white disaster by isolating the white fog?"
"No, it's said that the temple even invited the Skin Covered to come. Their outer protective skin can't even be corroded by the poisonous mist, but once you enter the White Scourge, you can never come back."
Hodge stared at the white disaster in the distance, and finally sighed.
He was a Rhineman, banished to Castres, only to die in the North.
It’s a pity that there is no way to hang the steel plate with the name engraved on it on the church’s memorial tablet.
"We can also blow the whistle." The conductor suddenly said.
"Is it useful?"
"Maybe. This place is not far from where the expeditionary forces are stationed. We can't get out, but we can send some information out."
"That's good too. Let's use the whistle to spread the news of our discovery and ask them to leave as soon as possible. This is the last thing we can do."
The conductor was stunned for a moment, then simply nodded and went forward to blow the whistle himself.
This train might not depart again, as they have already arrived at their final destination.
Loud whistles sounded, long and short, carrying the final will of this expeditionary force through the sky. The train trapped in place opened fire in all directions, and white bones like the tide of the sea were constantly blasted into pieces, then reshaped, and stood up again and rushed forward.
In the distance, the high wall formed by white fog was like a wall of despair, slowly but firmly moving inwards, trapping them here.
After a magazine was used up, the soldier skillfully removed it and inserted a new one.
The barrel was so hot that it turned red. The machine gunner picked up a special pair of pliers, removed it and threw it aside.
The soldier at the machine gun position turned the crank for a while, then stepped back and let someone else crank it. More soldiers raised their rifles to shoot, or loaded bullets into the magazine.
Like a precision machine, the soldiers worked together like tightly meshed gears, bringing out every bit of performance of this war behemoth to the extreme.
Suddenly, a faint whistle sounded from outside, which seemed particularly weak amid the gunfire, and everyone was stunned.
"Sir! Captain Hodge, there's a response!"
"We have friendly forces outside!"
"They found us, we have not been forgotten!"
Hodge was also excited and quickly turned to look at the conductor: "What are they talking about?"
"I'm asking about our current situation, how many people are still alive, and what kind of support we need!"
"Tell them we can still hold on. We still have plenty of bullets and weapons. Support, support."
Hodge shook his head, his expression firm. "Tell them - we can't go back. Please leave as soon as possible. In the name of Castel, we will fight to the last moment."
The conductor nodded and blew the whistle.
"Oh, and I'll add one more thing. At the last moment, I will enter the white fog. Once I enter, I will shout out everything I see. You will then pass on what you see as well."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
