Nantes remembered a scene from her childhood, a beetle surrounded by ants, which could easily flapp its wings and escape, but with its rough skin and thick flesh, it was infinitely strong, teasing the little dot that it easily shook off and crushed, until it was finally dismembered and bitten to death by the ants.

Now he's pretty sure that the dreadnoughts are the stupid beetles!

Although the drone of the "Chief" did not find any traces of mutants launching into the water nearby, after Nantes' reminder, the satellite mobilized by the regiment commander found that on a reef cape on the other side of Dashun Bay, mutants were jumping into the sea like dumplings, and patches of sea water turned black, converging into a black "arrow" and swimming towards the fleet.

The front ones were already in the fleet's visual range, and the sky was beginning to darken.

"The Ming Xiu Plank Road is dark, the time is just right, it's just a military expert......" The dreadnought commander reminded the fleet commander to take anchor and evacuate immediately, and couldn't help but praise it.

Human swimming speed is very slow, and even if a mutant swims fast, it is impossible to match the speed of a propeller.

The destroyer is moving, and no one can approach it in the wind and waves, not even the mutants.

The sonar detection system mentioned that there were not many enemies approaching, so the navy did not pay much attention to the warnings of the regimental commander, and they even lined up on the deck and shot mutants in the field of vision with rifles, so as to get a good time with the addiction of target shooting.

As the fleet moved, it raised its guns and fired at the mutant formations that had gathered in the city.

The maximum firing range of the 130 naval guns was up to 100 km, which covered a range of 20 km in front of the Dashun port position even in the open sea. Due to the large concentration of small urban areas, the mutants who were crammed into sardine cans could not even dodge, and could only let the heavy shells bloom among them.

The "epiphany" of blood mist mixed with minced flesh scattered everywhere bloomed in pieces and disappeared in an instant, and the vacated space was immediately crowded with mutants in the back, and the scattered minced meat was scrambling to stuff it into their mouths.

Nantes looked at the scene captured by the satellite and were shocked.

With a rate of fire of up to 40 rounds per minute, a single naval gun is worth an artillery battalion, and the shells are so powerful that they can kill hundreds of mutants in a single shot in such a dense queue.

Destroyers usually have more than 1,500 rounds of ammunition, and if the mutants are beaten so quietly, it won't take long to kill a fifth.

It's a pity that after all, they are living creatures with a certain amount of intelligence, and they have a unified command, and after being killed by tens of thousands, the mutants finally responded, they did not flinch, they were even more fearless than the dreadnoughts, braving the sky of artillery fire and flying debris and scraps rushed to the human base.

Most of the land in Dashun Port was abandoned, and the combat ground was emptied ahead of schedule. The part that goes deep into the sea is long and narrow, and the front is only a narrow 2 kilometers of land, and the millions of them cannot be spread out at all, but can only be piled up in a thick layer

It was completely dark, more than half of the ammunition of the naval guns had been consumed, and the frequency had decreased, but they were still doing blocking fire.

Rushing to tens of thousands of mutants is like a black dough that has been cut from the army and left to be ravaged by the metal warriors of the Dreadnought. The flash of the explosion and the ignition of the fire guided the dreadnought's light and heavy fire, reducing them from running "dough" to silent "flour".

There are fast mutants, dodging the network of bullets and shells, and finally rush to the first wall, only to be burned by the flamethrowers, and immediately turned into charcoal.

Lao Ma and Liu Lang looked at the front-line picture and felt itchy in their hearts, but Nantes's pest squad always stayed behind, because the regiment commander had adjusted the deployment and asked them to patrol the coast to guard against a roundabout enemy.

When the enemy failed to attack the destroyer, it was natural to make a detour back to the dock and surround the stubborn dreadnought regiment. The 49th squad, which has always left him with the impression that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, and likes to pick fat and thin, is simply too suitable to do this kind of patrol work.

There are also 7 squads assigned to patrol the coastline, although the length of the dock defense line at the bend of the curve is much longer than the land defense line, but there is no defensive pressure here for the time being, these squads are all in front of the rotation to rest, after all, even if it is a fixed target, it is tiring enough to fight down for an hour.

Reconnaissance satellites are ineffective at night, and patrol teams can only search for enemies on the sea surface with the naked eye and night vision equipment.

There were already mutants who swam fast approaching the shore, and the patrols opened fire one after another, and Lao Ma and Liu Lang, who had been greedy for a long time, could finally let go.

The Gatling Vulcan spat out bullets frantically, piercing through one broken skin after another, causing a splash as high as a man. Liu Lang kept firing with an assault rifle, and every time he pulled the trigger, he cursed Zhang Yang in his mouth, and he had already greeted his ancestors for several rounds.

These two crazy guys almost guarded half of the dock, and those who sporadically slipped through the net were greeted by the condescending "second master".

Nantes stood behind them with a gun in her arms, uneasy.

Although he had to admit that in the face of human mass murder, millions of mutants were cannon fodder, bombarded with cannons from afar, burned with flamethrowers at close range, and knocked down in pieces, but he didn't believe that the mutant leaders who commanded his subordinates to make feints, sneak attacks, detours and other tactics would be so easy to deal with.

So he has been pulling the "general manager" to reconnoiter the entire base, and the mechanical bugs that have just been replenished are distributed in important locations everywhere, constantly feeding back various movements of the base.

When the large army of mutants swimming in the sea finally arrived, the patrol finally couldn't resist it, because the sea was already full of dead bodies, and the infrared night vision devices were full of dense red dots, and it was impossible to tell which was alive and which was dead.

It's not that Nantes didn't think about getting on the ship and evacuating in advance, but the battle ahead was good, and if they left in a landing craft, they would really defect. Now that those landing craft have been scuttled out of the water by mutants, the Dreadnoughts have no way out.

Nantes beckoned the rest of the squad to retreat into the maintenance workshop, which was at the middle intersection of the Y-shaped barracks position of the base, and as long as the maintenance workshop was not lost, the second wall of defense would not be attacked from the back.

The 800-meter-long pier was unobstructed, and the mutants who climbed up were immediately thrown down like cutting rice, but there were so many mutants in a steady stream that they crawled out of the sea wet and drenched, like water ghosts asking for their lives, which made people shudder.

Nantes they have no choice but to do the most hated thing - to stop the enemy head-on.

Two hours later, the humans in the fence were the first to get tired, and at first they were still concentrating on aiming and shooting, and then they were hastily drawn. More and more mutants approached the position, and the corpses piled up, forming a two-meter-thick cushion of human flesh.

The Alloy Warrior in charge of the flamethrower was no longer so excited that a mutant was about to squirt, but saved up, allowing the mutant to slap and climb the 7-meter-high fence, and saved up enough waves of dozens before he showed up and sprayed.

A bunch of humanoid torches scattered in all directions, startling a large pile behind them, and then a blood gourd was strung out by a dense stream of bullets.

Mutants are not all unarmed, and many instinctively hold iron rods, masonry and even axes, frantically tearing down the wall foundations. The worst of them are when they run under the wall and can't get up, so they throw dead people's heads at the top of the wall, and they can't kill people but disgusting people......

The battle was a war of attrition, with the Human Expeditionary Force consuming dwindling ammo and the mutants consuming their massive numbers of walking dead.

The Metal Warriors of the Dreadnoughts became more and more frightened, and the mutants were more terrifying than the ferocious monsters they imagined, because they had no fear, and they knew that they would die if they rushed forward, but none of them wavered, they were truly fearless.

Commander Liao's staff officers collected combat data from both sides and calculated their own ammunition supplies. The last shell of the 130 naval guns was exhausted, and only one guaranteed missile remained. The frigate approached to support once, but was touched on the deck by several mutants who came in the water, although it was eventually killed by the sailors, causing the captain to turn around and flee.

"The wrath of the Son of Heaven, millions of corpses, and thousands of miles of blood......," Nantes muttered to herself, "We are horsemen, and we are blood-spattered at most five steps, but there is a mutant king on the other side......"

He never fired, because the worst was yet to come. All mutants knew, but no second human except him knew that the real purpose of this battle was actually for the bracelet on his wrist that no longer had any light.