Blood and fire.

A war song of a torrent of steel and an endless tide of corpses.

The sound of human fighting, the explosion of artillery fire, the screaming of missiles breaking through the air, and the howl of rotting corpse monsters constitute the most tragic symphony in the world.

The battlefield has become the hell of Shura, full of stumps and broken arms, and the ground is full of flesh and mud left by the broken corpse monsters, and the boots will squeeze muscle fibers or some brittle bones when stepped on, making a "creaking" sound, but when they are lifted, there are pieces of meat sticking to the soles of the shoes, pulling out long silk threads like cheese.

Our army is valiant.

Countless warriors went forward one after another, blood and tears infected their chests, stepping on the scarlet earth to drive out the tide of rotting corpses step by step.

"Commander......

"The number of deaths in our army ......"

In the empty command room, only a few people remained, and the observers kept transmitting battle reports from the front.

Although the human race sounded the horn of counterattack, tore through the formation of the carrion monsters, and even had the tendency to counterattack, the number of casualties was also skyrocketing, and a large number of soldiers died bravely every moment.

One hour, two hours, five hours, ten hours.

The battlefield had turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood, and the hot bullet casings ejected from the gun hall, falling into the mire and raising puffs of green smoke, which actually burned and roasted the surrounding flesh.

Although the warriors are full of sacrifice, their bodies are also tired and sluggish.

The endless tide of corpses was still vast, but the human soldiers had reached their limit after a long day of fighting, but even so they fought stubbornly.

You can't imagine......

A soldier was drenched in blood, the blood of the carrion monster spilled all over the corner, the blood left by his comrades around him covered it, and then pasted a thick layer of ash, and the process was repeated.

A slight pinch of the palm.

The crust of the large sludge of flesh then fell, almost like a pre-apocalyptic chicken, except that the outer layer of clay was replaced by plasma ash.

But even so, the soldiers are still fighting.

"Let's go first."

One warrior was exhausted and slowly collapsed in a pool of blood, and the follow-up team continued to move forward with tears in their eyes, and no one ran away anymore, and all the warrior heroes had only one thing on their minds.

Die on the battlefield!!

The battle went from day to night, and from night to dawn.

In the blink of an eye, a whole day had passed, and both humans and corpses had fallen into the seed of the abyss of death, and when the first soft rays of the dawn shone on the people, all the warriors covered in blood emitted a stench worse than that of rotting corpses.

Wu Ze.

Wu Zheng.

The two powerful beings who were regarded as "war gods" by the soldiers, and I don't know how many xenos they have killed.

Those hunters have exhausted their abilities 100%, and their hands and feet have long been disobedient, and they are constantly convulsing because they are too tired, and they mechanically kill the monster in front of them.

Look at the ordinary soldiers.

The firearms in their hands had long since burned to red-hot iron bars, and many had run out of ammunition hours earlier.

But when the bullets were gone, they loaded the bayonet and went to fight, and the blade was blunt, so they swung their fists to smash it, and when they had no strength left in their bodies, they pressed the detonation button of the grenade, and they died with those rotting corpse monsters.

One night, just one night.

The number of rotting corpse monsters has plummeted from eight million to about three million, while the number of human warriors is not one in ten.

More than 90 percent of the soldiers died in the counter-charge of this wave of corpses, and the sacrifice of every hero was exchanged for thousands of times the lives of the enemy.

"It's going to be over."

"Generals, generals, we have done our best."

Commander Wu Lie in the command room said in a low voice: "All the soldiers at the Iwayama base, I am proud of you. ”

Humanity has done its best.

We ran out of weapons and ammunition, we ran out of cards in the missile silos, and the tanks ran out of shells, then crushed the bodies of countless carrion monsters with their bodies of steel, until they were stuck in the bolognese mire and could not move.

Although reluctant to admit it.

But in the end, we still have to lose this war.

There are still more than three million of the vast corpse tide, and a considerable number of these remaining corpse tides are xenos with terrifying abilities.

"Everyone!!"

"To be able to fight to this extent, we have been able to go down in history, you have done miracles."

"Now I give the final order, all the soldiers launch a final charge, to buy the last time, the bombers after all the soldiers have died, ignite the remaining tar bombs, and ignite a wall of fire for defense."

"All the civilians at the Iwayama base, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, women, girls and children, leave the base immediately!!"

Commander Wu Lie gave the final order.

Like "Commander Wu" who once captured the base, he chose to make the final sacrifice and let the old and weak women and children leave first.

Commander Wu Lie took one last look at the console, took off his military hat, and joined the human counter-charge army with the last garrison.

The last bombers are ready to set sail.

After all the soldiers are killed, the tar bomb will burn up a wall of fire, completely separating the battlefield from the base, and while the flames are burning, the old and weak women and children in the base will be able to buy enough time to escape.

Although there is little hope of survival in the future, this can retain a trace of fire.

Sacrifice.

We're going to sacrifice.

We're going to die in battle.

But not a single fighter regretted it.

"Brothers, let's fight to the death together!!"

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, I'm finally going to catch up with those brothers."

When the first rays of light shone on their blood-soaked cheeks, the warriors smiled slightly, and death seemed less terrible.

Only a tenth of the fighters remained.

Desperate and hopeful, they finally rushed in the direction of the corpses.

Many of them had no weapons in their hands, and they drew their daggers to fight to the death against those monsters.

The bombers have been prepared to drop tar incendiary bombs on the front line of the battlefield according to the instructions, and when all the dead are killed, it will be the time for the hellfire to burn again.

However...... That's when a mutation suddenly happened.

A certain general, who was standing on the last shift in the base, suddenly gave a strange order.

"Bombers on standby...... Don't drop incendiary bombs......"

"They're coming, our reinforcements are coming, we're finally waiting!!"

When many fighters heard the news, they all showed blank expressions.

Reinforcements??

Are there really reinforcements??

The earth is trembling!!

The sky darkened, and dark clouds stirred high in the sky, as if there were silver dragons shuttling through them.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell to the earth, turning the rotting corpses within a radius of several hundred meters into charcoal, and in the thunderstorm of lightning, a figure floated in mid-air out of thin air.

"We're coming."

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