"Yes, Your Excellency!" The herald shouted yes, picked up the communicator he was carrying and began to issue orders.

"The general has an order, the Ninth Army counterattacks the Paris Opera, and the Tenth Army is ready to respond."

"Boom ....." With the sound of gunfire, the Ninth Army stationed in the rear began to advance and counterattack the Paris Opera.

"Rush, we're going to kick the alien's ass!"

"I don't want to go, I want to go home!"

"I'm out of ammunition, quartermaster, where's the quartermaster?"

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, where are you going, don't leave me, please!"

The Ninth Legion followed Zhu Kunming's order to move in the direction occupied by the aliens, and more than 80,000 soldiers began to counterattack in the night.

"Da ....." A soldier controls the armor and keeps strafing forward, although there is nothing in front of him, but the catharsis of the bullet can make him feel safe.

"Whoosh....." There was a strange sound overhead, and then the soldier looked up and saw aliens with more than a dozen tentacles, now tightly clinging to the walls of the buildings on both sides.

"Enemy attack!"! The soldier roared, and then the aliens flew down.....

Battles continue to play out in the streets, and as the Ninth Army gets closer to the location of the Paris Opera, alien units appear hidden everywhere.

Every street outside the Paris Opera is full of soldiers fighting aliens, and if a soldier dies in battle, another will go to work, and if a squad dies, another will go to another. No one is going to back down, because the fierce fighting makes people forget everything, and now there is only one word in everyone's mind, and that is fighting, fighting, fighting.

The fierce fighting between the two sides dyed the ground around the opera house red, and the night was filled with the cheers of the slaughtered enemy and the wails of the wounded soldiers.

Everywhere there was the roar of gunfire in battle, the flash of bullets pierced the darkness and even illuminated the entire battlefield, hordes of soldiers fell to the ground, and the casualties of aliens were beyond everyone's imagination.

"Send a telegram to the Tenth Legion right away, why hasn't their troops been on the battlefield yet! Lao Tzu's family is about to be wiped out! ”

In just half an hour, the Ninth Army broke through the defense line of the Paris Opera, and in this short half hour, more than 30,000 soldiers fell forever.

Corpses strewn across the streets, and the heavy casualties forced the charging soldiers to step on the corpses. And the casualties of the aliens have also exceeded everyone's imagination, because I don't know why the aliens are a little weak now, and the casualty ratio of the two sides has gradually changed from the original ten to one to six to one.

"General, the Ninth and Tenth Legions are in full swing, and the Paris Opera is in our hands."

"What about the casualties?" Zhu Kunming raised his head slightly.

"I can't count it, but the total casualties of the two legions are estimated to be around 50,000, and the casualties of the aliens are probably between 10,000 and 20,000."

"The alien casualties are so big!" Zhu Kunming bowed his head and was silent, looking at the satellite map placed in front of him.

Under the detection of satellites, the main alien forces are still stationed around the Louvre, and there is no intention of reinforcement at all, and the main alien forces that were originally in Notre Dame Cathedral have also begun to shrink to the Louvre's defensive line.

So far, Zhu Kunming's main force still has more than 700,000. And the number of aliens in Paris is 450,000.

The casualty ratio on both sides also began to change from 10 to 1 at the time of the battle to 5 to 1 for unknown reasons, and gradually declined. World on Edge of Tomorrow, Paris, France, 2:45 a.m......

The Paris Opera house is littered with corpses, craters on the ground, and the corpses of soldiers who have not had time to move can be seen everywhere. Many of the surviving soldiers from the victory gathered in twos and threes, some crying quietly, some laughing, and more numb wiping the machine guns in their hands.

"General, the latest news, the Russian and Chinese troops are meeting in Outer Mongolia and are forcing the alien landing point on the Siberian plain." In the black command car, Zhu Kunming stood with his hands in his hands, and beside him was the adjutant who reported the situation.

"How many troops are there on both sides?" Zhu Kunming asked in a deep voice, and the command car drove towards the Paris Opera House.

"There are 2.6 million Chinese troops, 2.5 million Russian troops, and finally 150,000 troops from the Republic of Outer Mongolia, for a total of 5.25 million. And the alien troops in Siberia are about 800,000. ”

The adjutant quickly talked about the information he had obtained, and Zhu Kunming immediately asked after hearing it; "Did the two sides ever fight?"

"No, both Russia and China are waiting for reinforcements, and now except for small-scale firefights, Russia and China are only encircling alien forces in Siberia!"

"I'm afraid it's not easy to fight!" After listening to the report, Zhu Kunming was silent for a long time, imagining the two-way battle in the middle and late stages of the movie, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"General, the multinational joint forces from Japan, South Korea, India, North Korea, and Pakistan, totaling 2.4 million people, will also arrive on the Siberian battlefield in two days, relying on the absolute superiority in numbers, the victory of China and Russia should be easy." The adjutant didn't know how powerful these aliens were, and said casually and confidently.

Zhu Kunming didn't answer, but still shook his head and said nothing.

Looking at Zhu Kunming's sighing appearance, the adjutant was a little puzzled, because the total number of these troops would reach 7.65 million, and the total number of aliens on the Siberian Plain was only 800,000, which was even a ratio of ten to one.

The command car moved all the way under the escort of the black-armored soldiers, and with the dialogue between Zhu Kunming and the adjutant, the command car slowly came to the outside of the Paris Opera House.

Zhu Kunming looked at the corpses and wounded soldiers on both sides of the road and walked out of the car.

"General..... General ....."

Although the soldiers were very tired when they saw Zhu Kunming's figure, they still stood up from the ground and saluted.

"Everyone has worked hard, for the sake of humanity, for our homeland, we have to fight, we have to win!" Zhu Kunming's gaze swept over the soldiers around him, and he pounded his chest hard.

"Victory..... Win..... Winning ....."

The soldiers shouted slogans of victory, and Zhu Kunming walked all the way and shouted closely with each other.

In fact, it is not that Zhu Kunming's language is inflammatory, but because everyone really needs a support point to support their beliefs and not let themselves fall.

Zhu Kunming walked inside step by step, and just as the Ninth Regiment Legion Angols came out to greet him, Zhu ??, Zhu Kunming heard a low sob.

Zhu Kunming's gaze passed through the building itself and looked towards the weeping man.

(End of chapter)