The veterans with rich combat experience were clinging to the former laborers who had completely abandoned the possibility of survival, and because of carelessness and contempt for the more efficient annihilation of these enemies, they did not form a battle formation at all.

This has created a situation that hurts these neon soldiers, and without helpers, no matter how high the martial arts are, no matter how high they move bricks and knock them down, and their fists are hard to beat with four hands, it can clearly show their miserable situation.

"Win!" The surviving ex-laborers roared loudly, how long had they been, how long had they been treated like two-legged animals inferior to dogs, and at this moment they had finally defended their dignity with their own hands, whether dead or alive, they were glorious in this moment.

If someone picks up his own dignity from the ground and erects his own glory again, it is inevitable that the glory that someone hangs on his body will fall and become a stepping stone to the achievement of others.

The neon soldiers of this squadron, who thought it was easy and comfortable to receive credit, were this stepping stone, and they used their collective fighting on the streets and their aggrieved death to create the glory of the former laborers at the moment, the glory of their death, and the greatness of their death.

Well! For the sake of glory and greatness, it would be better for these neon soldiers of World War II to die a little more, and after they die, Amaterasu may learn from other gods and give them 72 virgins to enjoy to their heart's content.

"Waste." Yamamoto made an indifferent evaluation, and casually handed the telescope in his hand to Bourbon, who was standing aside with the same blue face, "Let the remaining two squadrons under your command go up with me, and give me to be sure to destroy all this garbage." ”

"Hey!" Bourbon hid his resentful glasses under his head in the face of Yamamoto's respectful bow, as Yamamoto's old subordinate, he still knows something about Yamamoto's character, although Yamamoto is very well disguised on the surface, but this can't hide from Bourbon.

"Damn bastard, I found out that I was dead, and I still want to pull Lao Tzu on the road with you, a good thing like a dog girl." Bourbon scolded in his heart, but on the surface he had to pretend that nothing happened, because Yamamoto was the captain, and because he was well disguised, he was the kind of commander who had a high personal prestige in the army.

Although Bourbon guessed Yamamoto's true thoughts, he couldn't say it, because no one would believe it, on the contrary, he would be considered to be a thief who killed the other two brigades and was executed by Yamamoto at will.

"We must not sit idly by." Bourbon began to think about how he could break free from Yamamoto's control and escape from Yamamoto's chariot, which had given up on his own and was arrogantly charging towards death.

It was also at this time that Helibel, who had recovered all the killer bees, finally arrived.

"It's really tragic, it seems that what I did is still worthwhile." With Heribel's ability, he can naturally clearly see the corpses of the neon soldiers who are intertwined with the corpses of the former laborers, and the vast majority of the neon soldiers who fall will have a corpse around them that hugs him tightly and will not let him escape and make counterattacks, and also feels the firm will to fight with the enemy in the minds of these living former laborers.

The shelling began, and it was all the portable cannons of the entire brigade, and although the heavy ones were not brought in because of the difficult roads, there were many light and miniature ones.

The constant shelling almost knocked out the remaining ex-workers, and the deaths and injuries of the untrained ex-workers were terrible.

With the disappearance of the cannon, the neon soldiers of the two squadrons turned into two waves and began to charge towards them, still fighting steadily and steadily, and the neon soldiers who saw and confirmed that they were also desperate carefully controlled the distance between them and the former laborers, and the time and physical strength were not enough, and the ex-laborers who did not have that consciousness did not have bulletproof measures such as digging trenches at all, so it was really a fatal errand to face the neon soldiers who did not approach and used bullets to talk to them.

In this era when neon veterans have not all been consumed on the battlefield, and because of the lack of sufficient troops, recruits will not set foot on the battlefield without receiving enough training, every neon soldier can be called an accurate shooter, but there is a little gap in level, this gap is not in the face of former laborers who have not received military training at all, and what is the difference between one shot and two shots in the face of opponents who are not sure of everything and rely on fate.

If nothing else, the troops formed by the former laborers, even if they are not afraid of death, can fight to the death to the last person, in the face of the neon soldiers who have raised their spirits and no longer carelessly make low-level mistakes, one squadron of neon soldiers can easily destroy them, and now there are two squadrons of neon soldiers with vigilance and steadily attacking them, which is a completely unsolvable desperate situation for the troops composed of former laborers.

The premise is that Helibel doesn't come in time.

"Parasitic wasps." This is a skill that Heribel uses based on the information obtained through means such as seeing and hearing the color and domineering when using the killer bee, and it has been perfected in the annihilation of the Kaneda Brigade.

The parasitic wasps lost their ability to poison others, and were replaced by a greatly enhanced ability for parasitism to take control of the host's body.

For those who have strong control over their own flesh, Heribel's parasitic bees are completely unacceptable, but for ordinary armies who are not fully prepared in the ordinary real world, Heribel's parasitic bees are simply a terrifying and desperate nightmare.

Every teammate can be parasitized and then shoot at you, as the most important discipline of the modern army is completely destroyed, and when the army is in chaos in order to save their own lives, most people will subconsciously shoot at all possible threats to their opponents, at this time will not distinguish between teammates and teammates.

Even a few soldiers who remained calm in the face of this chaotic situation would not help, and they could only protect themselves at best.

"What's yours is mine, what's mine is mine." Humming the words softly in her mouth, Helibel set her eyes on the neon artillery positions and headquarters that provided cannon fodder support to the advancing neon soldiers.

A neon soldier busy carrying cannonballs impatiently fanned away the bees that flew in front of him, "Hell, there are so many bees this season." ”

What he didn't notice, a large number of parasitic wasps transformed from Helibel's flesh and blood were constantly parasitic into the neon soldiers of every artillery position.