Feeling the surging magic power in his body, Zhuang Yichen excitedly entered the Tower of the Dead. In the inheritance of the Tower of the Dead, the magic chapter has been lit up with two icons, both of which are the lowest level of magic, a bone spur, and a frost armor. Looking at these two spells, Zhuang Yichen chose the bone spur without any hesitation. The Frost Armor is a defensive magic, and what he lacks most now is the means of attack, as for the defense, it can be temporarily replaced by the Sinking Demon Skeleton as a meat shield.

Zhuang Yichen's spirit touched the icon of the bone spur, and in an instant, Zhuang Yichen's mind was deeply engraved with the method of casting this magic.

Leaving the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen's spirit condensed, and a cone-shaped bone spur about a foot long slowly appeared in front of him. He carefully studied the sharp tip of this bone spur, and a realization suddenly rose in his heart.

It turns out that the principle of magic is like this, first from the source of magic in his body to condense a magic origin core, and then by the spiritual power to echo the magic elements between heaven and earth, so that the ubiquitous magic elements in heaven and earth resonate with this origin core, and finally build a complete magic.

In this process, the magic core condensed in one's body is like a fulcrum, and the spiritual power is a lever, which leverages the huge magical elements in this heaven and earth, so that they can listen to their own orders and use different permutations and combinations to form different magic.

The more powerful the magic, the more complex the origin core needs to be condensed, and the more spiritual power it consumes. Its true meaning is manipulation and understanding, not simply refining and absorption.

Restraining his mood, Zhuang Yichen walked out of the room, he was going to be a volunteer to carry corpses for the army, clean the battlefield, and build fortifications. The fate of the entire camp was at stake with everyone, and there was no reason for him to stay out of it and stand idly by.

He walked downstairs, and the street was full of people, and the propaganda truck was broadcasting again. The chairman's voice on the radio was still flat, but with a heaviness that could not be concealed. I guess it wasn't just Jiang Cheng who was attacked by monsters on a large scale last night.

After Zhuang Yichen signed up for the volunteer team, he was assigned to a position to build fortifications, and he was divided into young and middle-aged men, who seemed to be the thinnest and weakest, but only Zhuang Yichen had the most strength, because most of them were so hungry that their feet were vain.

Even so, they still rushed to do the heaviest work, so that the soldiers could rest well, so that they could maintain their strength to repel the attacks of those monsters. Looking at these, Zhuang Yichen suddenly wanted to simply take out all the food in his space, and everyone would eat a full meal first, but after thinking about it, he still resisted the impulse and did not do so.

What's the point of that, after the blood is over, after the touching, how to survive the next days? What's more, that little bit of stuff can't even feed everyone. All he could do was to carry the heaviest and most tiring work. Zhuang Yichen looked at the still gray sky, the tired soldiers, the battered position, and the empty ammunition box. He knew that Jiang Cheng could no longer hold it.

Just when Zhuang Yichen was desperate and worried, in the Jiangcheng Combat Headquarters, a life-and-death meeting was being held. Zheng Weiguo's waist in front of the map is still straight, but the hoarfrost between his temples is dyed a little more.

In just a few days, the life and death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the entire Jiangcheng City were all pressed on his shoulders, and this burden really made him a little exhausted.

"Chief, the latest news from the military region, the people of Team 7 have safely withdrawn to the base with their things."

"Okay, that's good. They are all our hopes. Zheng Weiguo sat back in his chair and continued to all his colleagues in the headquarters: "Let's also discuss the matter of breaking through, the political commissar Zhao has already sent back a message in front, and he has already arranged the matters to be answered." ”

"Disperse, this is only a hundred kilometers away from the base. Divided into small detachments, the target is small, and it is easier to evacuate. The staff officers below discussed with each other for a moment, and then one of them spoke.

"Scattered? How to divide it? Do we divide our soldiers into small groups and leave with the civilians, or do we let them disperse themselves and attract firepower to us? Zheng Weiguo asked with a wry smile.

The few people below were silent. Yes, it is impossible to disperse the already stretched forces,

The former is tantamount to delivering food to the Sinking Demon. And the latter is completely for Lao Baixin to die.

The few people were silent for a while, and then the staff officer spoke again: "Then you can go quietly at night." ”

Zheng Weiguo couldn't help but smile again: "It's already surrounded by those monsters outside, how can so many people go quietly?" Can't shoot when you meet a monster? As long as you shoot, you will attract more monsters, and no one will be able to leave. ”

He straightened up, looked a little more serious, and then continued: "I know that everyone actually wants to have fewer casualties, and everyone knows how to really break through, but they don't want to face it, right?" ”

"There's nothing we can do in the face of these disgusting monsters. It can only gather all the people in the entire Jiangcheng and turn them into a big piece of fat in the eyes of monsters, and let them bite! Let them nibble! When they have eaten enough and fed, then the rest of the people can escape alive. His voice was a little tragic, but it was heavy and powerful.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became heavy. The staff officers below bowed their heads and were silent for a long time before someone asked, "Then who is in the team?" ”

"The woman is inside, the child is inside, the wounded are inside. Everyone else is out there. Zheng Weiguo raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and then said lightly.

"Good! Even if a piece of fat is gnawed by them, I will make those bastards outside break their teeth! With red eyes, he slammed the table hard, and said word by word.

"That's right, to bring all the ammunition with you is to break a tooth in them." Zheng Weiguo nodded approvingly, and then said, after speaking, he waved his hand to signal the meeting to end.

In the afternoon, there was a sudden roar of planes in the sky above Jiangcheng. Zhuang Yichen was building a trench, and when he heard this sound, he couldn't help but raise his head curiously and look at the sky. A transport plane flew from the sky, its altitude kept dropping, and when it descended to about 1,000 meters, a swoop skimmed over the heads of the people of Jiangcheng. Then the belly of the plane opened, and parachutes bloomed in the sky above Jiangcheng.

"Airdrop supplies! See! It's an airdrop supply! The people who were looking up at this scene couldn't help but shout excitedly, and the whole field was cheering.

Zhuang Yichen squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the small containers that were slowly descending overhead, and his mood also improved. The entire camp has basically run out of ammunition and food, and these airdropped supplies are sending charcoal in the snow at this time, pumping fresh blood into Jiangcheng's dry veins.