The vast PASS port, which was originally the most important deep-water port in Australia, can dock up to 10 10,000-ton cruise ships at the same time, covers a wide area, and is far away from the living area, after the sea is polluted to the point that it cannot be set foot in, it is all abandoned, filled in, and turned into a forgotten place, but now it seems that it has become the most perfect slaughterhouse.

50,000 people spread out in this port, like a cancer cell about to rage, and a liver has died. And the best thing to do about this necrotic part is...... Amputate.

The outnumbered Alaide army walked forward with large guns, and the leading horse pawn was very glad that he had not encountered any enemy and avoided the danger of turning into cannon fodder, but just as he was about to leave the beachhead, a hole the size of a fist suddenly appeared in the concrete ground under his feet.

The pawn was glad that he was wearing heavy armor like canned food, otherwise he would have broken his foot.

But before he could be happy for 2 seconds, from the hole, a pitch-black iron gun burst out, an iron gun made of black Odin metal, at a distance of 2 per square meter, shot out of the entire beachhead, the iron gun activated with hydraulic pressure and gunpowder, as fierce as a cannonball, instantly pierced the chests of countless soldiers, and even the spider tank was picked into the air. The 10-meter-long iron spear, like a dense sea of needle mountains, instantly destroyed half of the invaders' combat effectiveness.

The other half, on the other hand, was frightened, because his companions were being lifted into the air, and many of them were not yet dead, and the blood was dripping down the wound in agony and screaming in pain, as if a rain of blood had fallen on the top of their heads.

Just after the group of intruders had been bathed in fear for 2 minutes, the floodgates cracked open on the beachhead, and the mercenary groups who had rested enough rushed out again with the can opener. Like tigers descending from the mountains, they slaughtered any enemy they could reach in the Iron Spear Forest.

The half-meter-long can opener is perfectly adapted to this kind of positional warfare divided by iron spears, and every time the knife is slashed, it can cut down an enemy. On the contrary, it was the warriors of Alaide, who were too long to turn the head of the gun in this forest of iron guns, so they could only recognize people and slaughter them.

The methods of killing have also become more abundant, with the mercenaries throwing muck oil bombs, which are the residue of fuel oil processing, so sticky that they cannot be washed off with water, and when ignited with flamethrowers, even heavy individual armor will burn.

It may be difficult for this armor to be burned in a fire, but the temperature control system must be hung up as soon as possible, and the soldiers in the armor will be steamed alive as if they are enjoying the torture of cannon branding, and if they can't stand to jump out of it, there will be a large group of mercenaries with canning openers waiting to eat them alive.

The battle on the beachhead of PASS Harbor was so tragic that even the follow-up troops did not dare to approach any longer.

"Heavy artillery, full fire coverage, raze the beachhead!" The Daredevil cruelly ordered.

"However, there are many of our soldiers on the beach." The captain of the trimaran is embarrassed.

"Since they are my soldiers, is there anything wrong with me letting them die? Fire! The Daredevil's face grimaced.

There was no choice but to obey orders, and the trimaran had already adjusted its angle and replaced it with the largest anti-personnel fragmentation shells, which was completely an offensive method for the purpose of killing.

But at the moment when it was ready to fire, from the periphery of the shipwreck coastal defense line where the trimaran docked, a huge deep-sea octopus monster danced with huge tentacles, wrapped it in a ball, and dragged it into the sea in one go.

"Help! Distress! We've been attacked by the beasts of the deep! Before the word "request for support ...... was spoken, the communication was cut off, and the giant deep-sea octopus monster desperately pulled the three ships into the sea, and the warriors on the ships struggled to resist but it seemed so meaningless.

It stands to reason that the deep-sea octopus monster should not be interested in this shipwreck area, after all, there is only scrap steel here. But since 3 days ago, all the seafood residues in the shell of the entire PASS city have been dumped outside the wreck line, and the rich smell of garlic scallops in the sea is simply irresistible for these deep-sea octopus monsters.

Moreover, they are mollusks, not to mention outside the wreck line, the water depth of the area where these trimarans dock is only 15 meters, even if it is only 5 meters, they can compress their bodies and quietly approach from below the sea level.

Without scallops to eat, these cans of tin on the sea are the most delicious, and the deep-sea octopus monster forcibly tore open the hull of the ship, chewing and swallowing the people inside like scallop meat.

The captains of the Iron Bull-class hovercraft who had not yet landed were stunned, their fortified backline turned into an octopus monster's restaurant, and the only landing beachhead in front of them became a slaughterhouse for the mercenaries.

They were in a dilemma, and the captain of the ship, who was also a man of the times, immediately signaled his surrender to the beachhead, and a white flag was hoisted in front of many hulls.

"It's too easy...... Xing Feng pulled out of a soldier's chest with a knife, bringing out a large amount of black pulp blood, only to see as many as 200 Iron Bull landing craft in front of him that had not yet landed hoisting white flags.

In fact, loyalty in troubled times is like weak window paper, once it is pierced, parents can be betrayed immediately.

"We have chosen to surrender! Please accept our surrender! The captain said loudly on the radio, thinking about it for a moment, the risk of following the night demon is extremely high, this moody fellow, even if he makes money, he will not share it with his subordinates.

On the contrary, he took refuge in the God of Wealth, everyone has seen the good wine and good meat of Anle Pavilion, and he has long been salivating, since he has such a good opportunity, he simply surrendered.

Besides, they still have nearly 80,000 horses in their hands, which is a considerable amount of wealth, no matter who is in power, they will also want to have such a large army quickly, right?

"Stupid, you can't surrender......" Looking at the performance of the fleet on the camera, Zhang Lan sighed regretfully.

The night demon who was staying on the aerospace aircraft carrier at this moment was so angry that he gritted out sparks in his teeth and hammered directly into the detonator.

In an instant, I saw that on the stretching coastline outside PASS Harbor, countless iron bull-class hovercraft exploded from the inner engine, turning into one fire after another, and countless lives were engulfed in it.

The landing battle at PASS Harbor was declared a failure, and the entire battle lasted only 2 hours and 13 minutes, most of which were killed by the Night Demon.

As a result, Alaide's plan to take over PASS City smoothly could not be realized.

At this time, the Daredevil sent a message to the God of Wealth again, "Shameless old fellow, do you know what you have done? ”

"Lord Daredevil, it seems that you killed more soldiers yourself." The God of Wealth is also innocent.

"I've given you a chance, and I've tried to leave you with the great legacy of Anle Pavilion after you die, but now, I've changed my mind! I want all of you, all the people in PASS City to die, I don't want your wealth, no one can think of it, you all have to die for me! The Daredevil cried out hoarsely.

"Lord Daredevil, you shouldn't be so aggressive, it's very bad for your health." The God of Wealth also became cold when he spoke, "Maybe, people will die." ”

"Get ready to collect the corpses, in 10 minutes, you'll be turning to ashes." The night demon hung up the communication angrily, and all this was in Zhang Lan's eyes.

"Mr. Zhang Lan, is there enough time?" The God of Wealth asked with a smile.

"Just in time, enough time for me to lock their place, I'm going to borrow your shuttle to use it." Zhang Lan put away the data cable connected to the communicator by the ripper.

"Use whatever you want, just remember to bring that guy's head back." The God of Wealth had a hideous face.