When the sky was dark, all the humans in the Dashun Port base were vomiting.

Everything in front of me was really terrifying, outside the two walls of defense, the corpses piled up like hillsides formed three "embankments" like waves.

The first levee was formed by heavy weapons strafing and shelling 400 metres away, mixed with blown up mud, sand and gravel, and corpses;

The second levee is the corpses knocked down by crossfire, piled up on top of each other, and many mutants who have managed to climb over it will roll down one by one;

The third embankment was under the wall, and it was all char, the result of the charred corpses, which were repeatedly cooled and then melted.

Opposite the corpses outside the walls, each of the alloy warriors inside the walls was surrounded by piles of empty ammunition boxes, bullet casings piled up to knee height under their feet, and the logistics personnel transporting the ammunition were exhausted and almost dead behind them.

Many of the Alloy Warriors were in high spirits, and he kept shooting that night, killing almost as many mutants as they had ever seen.

The back line of the Nantes Belt was not easy either, with the waves of the sea jolting with batches of corpses, some being carried to the deep sea, some being pushed onto the nearby beach, some being torn apart by the fish in the sea, but many more remained on the 800-meter-long pier.

Lao Ma and Liu Lang finally enjoyed it, but they were full of emptiness.

In order to anesthetize their conscience, the two of them even learned to have fun with themselves in the midst of boredom, killing more than anyone else, and being better at playing than others.

Liu Lang was aimed at the head at first, and then he aimed at the legs, because the mutants who were knocked down and disabled would not die immediately, but struggled to crawl forward, but it would soon be trampled by the same kind behind it, and it would be trampled on endlessly, until it was trampled to death, and the muscle tissue was trampled into pieces.

The crippled mutant also hindered the impact from behind, the corpses that strewn over them and the sticky blood that made them slip until they piled up a mountain of flesh several meters high on top of it.

The "manager" saw that he vomited and had to open the mask and spray wildly, but without the air filter, the stench was overwhelming, and he vomited until he was almost dehydrated, until he lost his sense of smell. As if he remembered something, he turned his head to look for the "second master" on the roof, only to find that the girl had already put on a helmet in advance.

Footage from the front line was selectively transmitted to Easter Island, where the first thing the surviving 500 million people saw when they got up was the news of the dreadnoughts' stubborn resistance to the enemy, followed by piles of corpses that crowded into the toilets and vomited. It's the day of vomiting for all of humanity.

Hundreds of thousands of people died overnight, and the last time such a scene happened in Rwanda, then Nanjing, and then 2,000 years ago, Zhao State. However, all this is nothing compared to the outbreak of the apocalypse 6 years ago, when mutants frantically slaughtered humans and caused more than 4 billion deaths.

The gunfire gradually thinned out, the explosions became less and less, and during the night's fighting, the base turned over all the supplies, and even had to use airdrops to replenish ammunition, because a supply ship tried to dock for reinforcements, but was eventually blown up by the mutants who swam across.

Dense layers of mutants climbed onto the deck, and the logisticians who had never fought on the front line were frightened and fled back to the inner compartment without looking back, until the mutants broke through the door, overturned the ammunition depot and caused an explosion, sinking the ship full of weapons, ammunition, food and fuel to the bottom of the sea.

The only good thing is that the explosion on the surface of the sea caused a huge amount of damage to the mutants who swam across the river, and the landing enemies on their side in Nantes were reduced to 0 at one point.

The airdrop planes are also always suicidally knocked down by mutant crows, providing less and less replenishment. Reconnaissance satellites show that the overall number of mutants in Dashun City has decreased by more than one-third, but the periphery is still being assembled.

For the first time, the dreadnoughts were tired, panicked, scared, fear spread among them, and no one knew how long this carnage would last.

Commander Liao asked for help, and it was only the first night of fighting, and he asked for help with almost no battle damage, which was a very shameless thing, but he knew that the back road was gone, and the dreadnought regiment was like a taut string, which would break sooner or later.

Because no matter how many thousands of mutants are blocked, once a small group of enemies breaks through the defense line, the fragile little body of the human being is just a building block to be dismantled at will, and the alloy warriors will only carry it for a while longer than ordinary people.

On Easter Island, the Guards, who were only issued with simple isolation helmets, began to board the ship, and this team of 4,000 people, who had been responsible for the defense of Easter Island in the past, now received orders to prepare reinforcements.

With 4,000 combat personnel, followed by a logistics team of more than 3,000 people and countless baggage supplies, it takes a day just to board the ship and load the cargo.

After the transfer of human armies, mutants are much easier, they are unconscious walking corpses, they don't need any baggage, they will kill their own kind when they are hungry, and dozens of them will be eaten after killing one, anyway, their number is as large as a cow's hair. Even with their eyes closed, they are marching, carried by the torrent.

The joint committee on Easter Island quarreled, and the meeting lasted for four hours without a result. There are now two different voices, and the left believes that the Dreadnought should be rushed to the aid of the Dreadnought, repulsed and wiped out the millions of mutants in Dashun City, and preserved the results of the human expedition.

The rightists believe that there is no need to go through a lot of trouble, and the dreadnought regiment should find a way to break through, because Dashun Port is abandoned, and even if it is kept, it can no longer be used as a bridgehead base, so it is better to choose another place.

Politics is bloodless wars, but wars that are manipulated by politics are bloody. A few words from the elites in the rear could cost the lives of thousands of soldiers.

The left and the right are at loggerheads, and it is the lives of the dreadnought alloy fighters who are delayed.

There are already fighters who can't stand it, napping, in a trance, even if the sound of gunfire is endless, there is only one thought in their minds: close their eyes and squint for a while!

Drowsiness is contagious, there are several gaps in the human defense line, Commander Liao has to take 16 people from the regiment headquarters to go up for rotation, and the deputy regiment commander and overseer is in the war room in order to die, claiming that he wants to personally command the intelligence analysis of the reconnaissance satellite and timely supervise the rescue of the headquarters.

Everyone in the command showed disdain for his actions, but this man turned a blind eye and looked natural. Because soon he was the only one left here, and he didn't care.

Of the nearly 300 alloy fighters, only a dozen were rotated to rest, and the others could only spend and stay up on the position.

Logistics problems also began to appear, the bomb supply personnel who were about to be tired and lying down were already faltering, the cooking company retreated early, and more than 1,000 people in the base could only gnaw on combat rations.

The air smelled terrible, the scene was disgusting, but they had to bite the bullet and eat it, because many of them were already on the verge of collapse.

The front is tight, the rear is tight, and the joint committee on Easter Island is tired of the war of words, and no one can convince anyone, but it does not delay them at all to push and change glasses at the table with rich wine and food.

On one side of the white tablecloth, there are delicate knives, forks and delicacies, and on the other side of the battlefield filled with gunpowder, dirty hands holding simple meals, which is really a huge contrast and spicy irony.

Nantes was very uneasy, the dreadnought regiment fought all night and there were no casualties, which was not the same as Sister Hua's prediction, but Sister Hua had never made a wrong prediction.

The pests in front of him are resting in rotation, and the repair shop is a comfortable position for the defenders, with enough firepower for the three squads to cover and the rest to rest, rotating every 15 minutes.

When the frontal line of defense was about to collapse, the people behind them were still in good spirits. Lao Ma was still in the mood to joke: "I bet that our head of the regiment is in distress at this moment, so let's fight so hard, the coffin of the dreadnought regiment will be gone!" ”

Nantes snorted coldly: "If the regiment commander sees you wasting bullets like you don't want money, he will definitely be the first to kill you!" ”

"Fart, which eye do you see that I wasted, Lao Tzu can kill four or five enemies with one bullet!"

"Yes, you pierce four or five enemies with one bullet, but which one of them isn't broken to pieces by your bullets?"

"This ...... Gatling, you know the! Little hairy boy, I'm going to give you a math problem, let's calculate how long our ammunition can last? ”

"Damn, I'll get out of the way!" Nantes threw away her lunch box and walked out of the repair workshop with her teeth picked.

"Stinky boy, where are you going?"

"!"

"Lazy donkey grinding!"

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