In a dusty room in a high-rise building to the south, Wei Fu, who was huddled in the corner, took a few breaths, rushed to the window with a gun, set up the gun, and aimed at the battlefield.

His body kept trembling, the sequelae from the previous shot had not disappeared, across the alien species and the crowd, accurately killing the target a few miles away, which required extremely high control, he did it, but it also paid a lot, the combat power that he can exert now at level ten may only be equivalent to a level eight sniper, and the weakest of those xenomorphs have level eight, whether it is for the human race as a whole, or for him personally, this battle is extremely difficult.

However, Wei Fu can't stop, at present, only he and the regiment commander have recovered some combat effectiveness in the sniper regiment, if they stop, people will have no cover.

The horn of the attack has been sounded, and the newly produced tenth-level evolutionaries have given the human race the hope of victory, and the human race seems to have regained its disadvantage, but the overall strength of the human race is still very weak, and there are still seven or eight hundred xenomorphs left, which is a combat power that cannot be underestimated, and the combat power of their side is only a few tenth-level evolutionaries, Yang Zhun and Xiao Yan are exhausted, Yu Ze and Zero One are almost at the limit, and after a few freshmen and tenth-level joined, they just barely supported the defense line on the four sides.

This is not the most serious problem, as a tactical commander, Meng Xin has been tense nerves, because he knows that even if he can kill this batch of xenos, there will be the next batch, the number of xenomorphs is tens of thousands, each of which has combat effectiveness, and although the human beings in Nancheng have accumulated to tens of thousands, there are only so many points with combat ability, and they have not all come to the battlefield, and the human race can almost be said to be lost, and it can survive until now, maybe everyone's unwillingness is too strong, and no one wants to lose.

The first batch can be killed, but what about the second batch? What about the third batch?

The energy in Meng Xin's body recovered little by little, and during this time, he silently paid attention to the battlefield, and at the same time analyzed what to do next?

The so-called counteroffensive does not make much practical sense. The emergence of a few tenth-level players has not yet reached the point where it can completely change the situation, but using words like counterattack can make those who want to evolve see some bright colors, this is a psychological battle, and Meng Xin makes them feel that they have an advantage. In a short period of time, their fighting spirit was even higher, but it didn't work for a long time, Meng Xin shouted a counterattack. In fact, I was already thinking in my heart, when should I retreat?

Undoubtedly, the human race has already won a battle, and the first wave of xenomorphs has been annihilated, this is an undeniable fact, just let these people come back alive, Du Fei and they can join in, and the human army that has grown stronger will have more time to resist, evolve little by little in the resistance, and become stronger. Humans are not inherently strong. But they have the conditions to become stronger, and their hearts are strong, which is something that Meng Xin firmly believes.

In the war between the north and the south, as long as the human race is not completely wiped out, it will definitely be victorious.

Affected by a few new tenth-level cultivators, the evolutionaries in the middle are naturally not far behind, trying their best to find that opportunity to break through, the energy is already enough, what is lacking is feeling, this thing is very mysterious. Some people evolve without feeling anything, they just lack energy, and as long as the energy is enough, they can evolve at any time. But even if some people have enough energy, they still feel a little worse, which may be related to talent, no matter how hard they worked before, in the end, they want to advance to level ten. It's a bit ironic that it still depends on talent.

What Meng Xin created for these is a feeling, human beings are going to counterattack, you haven't evolved, how can you attack? How to fight?

Yu Ze and Zero One exited one after another, shrinking behind the new tenth level, gasping for breath, this feeling of energy consumption is very uncomfortable, as if the hunger has been magnified tenfold, it is very painful, not only physically, but also mentally, fortunately, this feeling is only temporary, they killed the xenomorphs, and those energies are growing in the body, spreading out at a very fast speed, flowing in the body, and repairing the damaged parts.

The physical recovery is not slow, but the spirit is very slow, and because of this, they can't fight in full bloom again and again because they have energy, and people will always be exhausted, before, the people hiding behind them all rely on the four of them to support, to seek the opportunity to break through, now, seeing all four people fall, a resolute gaze appeared in the eyes of these people, the relationship between the guardian and the guarded changed at this time, and three more people stood up, and the breath on their bodies expanded wildly, Again and again with a tenacious stance, they slammed into the barrier that hindered their evolution.

The two of them successfully evolved and joined one side of the battlefield, and the breath of the third person did not break through for a long time, and they were stuck at one point, not up or down.

"Broken!"

He yelled, angrily, in a hurry, and his voice was childish. Tender, perhaps, this blood-covered face is still very young.

Syllable!

The face was tense too tight, the blood vessels on the face burst, and the blood of the xenomorphs on the face that was about to dry up was washed away by this layer of human blood, becoming extremely bright red.

Blood trickled down and smashed on the grassy ground, smashing out shallow puddles of blood.

Yang Zhun, who was the first to retreat, has recovered somewhat, according to his estimate, almost recovered two percent, and he doesn't know how long this energy can last, but he can't stay in the crowd and let those new forces go desperately, just like if a general doesn't take the lead, no soldier is willing to obey him, Yu Ze retreated, and the other two regiment commanders also retreated due to excessive consumption, at this time, this group of people needs a person who takes the lead the most, not Meng Xin, it's too far, it's here, it's ...... He.

Yu Ze can't play, he has to play, this is the glory of a soldier, on the battlefield, the final result depends not only on the combat strength of the two sides, but also on their respective beliefs.

This group needs a faith that stands up, a faith that will not fall, and moreover, this child who has worked hard to evolve also needs a faith.

For people at the level of the regimental leader, evolution is far less difficult, but in this child, it has become the most difficult thing, so difficult that he has no hope. What Yang Zhun thought at this time was, if you don't have hope, then I will let you see hope, and it will become your hope, just like at that time, Yu Ze became his hope and faith.

In this era, in this world, if people don't have faith, they will be the same as those zombies who are driven by **, and they may not even know whether they are dead or alive.

Yang Zhun stood up slowly, walked out step by step, walked next to the child, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"What's your name?"

"Legion Duanmu Xin!" The child has a standard uprightness.

It turned out to be someone from my legion! Yang Zhun smiled, raised his clenched fist, and walked towards the xenomorph.

"Look!"

(To be continued.) )