A sharp claw tore through a soldier's chest.

Sweeping teeth, slitting people's fragile throats.

The werewolf's hand-to-hand combat ability is much stronger than that of the copied soldier.

Face these terrifying creatures that fall from the sky. People can only huddle around each other, desperately pulling the trigger in their hands at the target they have not yet aimed. But he didn't want to, so as to increase the casualties of his companions around him.

In less than a minute, several corpses were lying around the werewolf who landed first.

And it itself, also being beaten into a honeycomb by the replicant soldiers lined up in the back.

A werewolf, in close quarters, is enough to fight out ten replicants.

If it weren't for the federal follow-up force, it reacted quickly. The number of soldiers who died under the claws of the wolf is only afraid that there will be more.

The soldiers in front of them were no longer able to stabilize the established battle line.

The werewolves that flew from the sky completely disrupted their formation. The originally dense barrage of death has also become scarce. It's hard to stop your opponent from moving forward.

The scene on the screen has gradually changed from the original gray and yellow tone to a blood-like red.

The dry sand and gravel were thoroughly soaked and soaked in fresh blood.

The smug look on Huang He's face is long gone.

Instead, there is a confusion about the future, full of confusion and surprise.

The fighting, it continues.

Red.

A dazzling, dazzling red, interspersed with gray-yellow sand. Each other is soaked in a slightly dull heavy color.

That's the color of blood.

The blood that flowed from the bodies of countless corpses had already formed a pool of ponds and depressions in this water-scarce land.

Replicants dressed in Federation uniforms lay on the muddy ground.

The muddy blood that was swollen from the body was both from the bodies of their companions around them and from their own sources.

Soak your own flesh in your own blood.

It sounds funny, but it is infinitely cruel.

The speed of the werewolf's attack has been much faster than before.

It's a madness.

Because of the killing and blood, it was stimulated to a particularly strong madness.

The replicant army is still struggling to hold on.

It's a pity that this kind of resistance is compared to the werewolf who is close to him and wantonly kills. It's a bit insignificant.

Those mutated creatures don't seem to know what pain and fear are at all?

Dense bullets hit the body, if not fatal on the spot. There is almost no effect on them.

Rather, a gunshot wound that pierced the body. The ferocity and cruelty that flowed through their veins increased even more.

The vehicle-mounted electromagnetic cannon has been fired twice in a row.

It is undeniable that this weapon, which is the crystallization of human wisdom, is so powerful that it can only be described as terrifying.

In the direction of the frontal attack, where the fiery energy is swept by, any living creature vaporizes on the spot. Except for a piece of bits and bones that remained on the ground, there was nothing left behind.

Electromagnetic guns, after all, are not simple firearms.

While it bursts with great power, it also needs a considerable amount of time to replenish energy.

Coming and going, the section of the enemy formation that had just been killed with firepower was instantly filled with all the mutated creatures that swarmed in.

"Quack, quack, quack---"

The cacophony of machinery in the air interrupted the ferocious werewolves that were wandering among the corpses and eating the dead. The violent vibrations from far and near also shook the surface of the puddles of blood soaked in the corpses, shaking out obvious dense marks.

"Whoosh--boom--"

When the first missile that broke through the air, with a sharp roar, rushed headlong into the mutant biota, and exploded. The steel outer body wrapped in the bullet body and split into countless tiny fragments has been driven by a strong external energy. With incomparably cold cruelty, silently burrowed into the soft flesh and blood of the werewolves. Tearing, tearing, and burning in it with impunity.

Following the direction of the shell, you can faintly see the end of the horizon, and there is an additional metal object that emits a glare in the hot sun. Dense, layered, as if a group of hard iron scorpions had just been awakened from the crypt and opened their mouths high. A colony of carnivorous ants that swoop down on outsiders who disturb their sleep.

Armored forces...... It was the most elite armored unit of the Federal Army.

"Whew--"

The werewolf standing in a pool of blood raised his head covered in black bristles and howled wildly at the blue sky. Under this kind of desolate cry as if from hell, all the mutated creatures on the entire battlefield threw down the lifeless corpses in their hands one after another. Turning to the new opponent who was not far away, he gritted his teeth and slammed into it viciously.

The moment when the first werewolf collides with a mobile armor. Sitting in the office, staring intently at the Yellow River on the entire battlefield. I couldn't help but shiver subconsciously.

He seemed to be able to hear clearly: sharp wolf fangs, mismatched with hard metal armor. The screeching sound that followed.

"Squeak--squeak--"

The claws scratch hard at the smooth mecha shell, leaving slight scratches one after another.

The trills of rubbing the metal make a palpitation.

Werewolves, biting.

He opened his hideous mouth and poured out of his mouth in spite of the overflow, exuding a disgusting and stinking saliva. Shine on the round and smooth mecha hard shell and gnaw it down desperately. It seems that it is a piece of tender meat that has been brushed with metallic paint, and it is the most delicious of tender.

"Ding---"

The metallic sound produced by the violent impact did not pose any danger to the mecha itself.

In fact, except for the scratched grooves on the surface of the carapace. The attack of the werewolf did not cause the slightest substantial damage at all.

"Fight back!"

The advancing armored troops, unconcerned, raised their heavy steel giant feet and stomped on the swarming wolves. Every time it fell, there would be extremely regular flesh and blood corpse marks in the midst of terrible screams and strange flesh and blood writhing sounds.

Huang He even saw clearly: a werewolf who had been trampled to death by a mecha, his entire body was already in the form of a sheet.

From the forcibly popping hole in its abdomen, piles of soft, silky pale cyan intestines oozed out. Fluid gushing out of ruptured blood vessels, mixed with the surface of the thick black fur. The hairs that are as hard as steel needles are soaked into small wet sticky clumps that are clustered and connected together. Only the head, which was barely attached to the neck, was more or less complete.

However, from the anterior protruding wolf's snout, the tongue with countless tiny barbs on the surface stretched out under the squeezing, and it was so long. At first glance, it seems...... It is a rope of different colors that protrudes from its mouth, making it deadly.

Mobile armor is the most powerful weapon of the Federal Army.

The rapid-fire cannon of 60 mm caliber hit the werewolf, and the hole was enough to blow most of its body away.

The multi-barreled ground-to-ground missiles mounted on the shoulders of some mechs, with thick black smoke at the tail, went straight through the chaotic battlefield. With a grim smile, he brought the greetings of death to the werewolf rear team that swarmed.

Even, long before the engagement, the engineering staff of the Federal Military Department had foreseen a huge difference in the quantitative contrast between them. They replaced a considerable part of the mecha's lower body moving devices from the original mechanical foot equipment with strong steel tracks. So that it can be kept absolutely stable, in the roar of the motor. Rushing into the wolves with great bravery, crushing any lowly microbes who dare to stand in their way.

Several werewolves, who seemed to be taking the lead, joined forces to hug the arm of a mech-wielding weapon. Howling frantically, he slammed it in the opposite direction. The assistant standing next to him saw the opportunity and jumped high towards the cockpit, which was about three meters above the ground, and smashed its huge claws as big as an altar bowl.

There are even some particularly crazy mutant creatures, hugging directly on the cockpit, opening their disgusting bloody mouths, aiming at the transparent bulletproof armor made of high-strength plastic and gnawing desperately. That kind of impatience and greed, as if he wants to tear the whole mecha alive and swallow it completely.

"This, this can't be!"

Huang He knows: the cockpit is the weak point of mobile armor.

Once the pilot in it is killed, then even if the power of the mecha is strong, it is equivalent to a pile of useless scrap metal.

Werewolves are simply a group of creatures with low intelligence.

How can they understand this tactic of focusing on weaknesses?

Could it be that in the creation of these creatures, those people also used the forcible indoctrination of the combat mode?

The Yellow River can no longer be thought of. In other words, he didn't dare to imagine how terrifying the mutated creature with battle memories would be.

A mecha on the screen has been knocked to the ground alive by dozens of werewolves.

The cockpit in the center of the armor body has been specially designed. The protection measures are even more complete.

With a pair of meat claws and hard teeth, of course, you can't gnaw or scratch it.

However, no matter who sees the outside of the transparent cabin, the one is extremely hideous, biting and chewing the mouths of the ferocious wolf. The psychological pressure brought by fear is enough to scare the pilots alive.

Even the supposedly fearless replicants can't resist.

This is a commonality that living beings have.

The body of a replicant human has human genes flowing through it.

Although, at the beginning of the manufacture, this psychological weakness has been artificially reduced to the extreme.

However, they still exist.

Once the fear exceeds the extreme that can be tolerated, the living will be frightened crazy, stupid, and scared to death.

The mechs in the rear are still firing cannonballs desperately.

The electromagnetic weapons arranged between the arrays have also been recharged. In the blinding blazing white light, all the penetrating matter was vaporized.

Among them, of course, there are also those mobile mechs that rush to the front and are trapped in the wolf formation.

"Human life is worthless!"

This is the motto that the Yellow River has always believed in.

It is also the only law of war established by the Federal Military Department.

Whether it is a replicant or a mecha, it can be produced and manufactured through the guò assembly line.

Sacrifices that must be given up in order to destroy the opponent are also normal battlefield attrition.

Anyway, it's not people who die.

Werewolves, are monsters.

Replicants, likewise, are not really human.

These guys, even if they die in the hundreds of millions, are just a bunch of carbohydrates with abnormal shapes.

Relying on this method of ignoring losses, the federal army finally stabilized its position.

At this moment, the overwhelming werewolf army on the opposite side finally saw the end.

That is, the reinforcements of mutant creatures have been depleted. Apart from the remnants of the battlefield, there are no more superfluous later groups.

Huang He's face, which had been tense, finally showed a smile of relief.

"Jingle bell!"

The phone on the table rang suddenly. The federal president, whose heart jumped suddenly, hurriedly grabbed the microphone subconsciously. In a state of uneasy rest, he trembled and leaned closer to his ear.

"Presumably, you must be cheering for your hard-won victory right now, right? Hey, hey, hey! ”

The familiar voice on the other end of the phone was none other than the mysterious man.

"You, what the hell do you want to do?"

The gloomy face of the Yellow River desperately controlled his feelings. Asked slowly, in as gentle a tone as possible.

"That's exactly what I need you to answer."

The voice on the phone was extremely cold: "According to the agreement, we are not allowed to launch any form of attack on the other party's territory without authorization. But what about you? Again and again this tacit understanding has been undermined. I had to ......"

"You're the one who broke the agreement!"

Huang He couldn't bear it anymore, and he clenched the microphone and roared angrily: "You ruined my satellite monitoring system, and you are still making a big stunt here, what the hell is the agreement?" You're a bastard, ...... through and through"

"I don't want to argue with you."

The mysterious man unceremoniously interrupted him: "Do you know what you look like now?" Like a dog that has been beaten and barked. I'm too lazy to discern the damn fault with you. Since you need war, then I will give you war. I'll show you who can really have the last laugh! ”

As he spoke, the end of the phone had already pressed the stop button heavily.

Huang Hetie blushed, picked up the phone in his hand, and slammed it towards the ground. At the same time, in the crisp sound of the appliance cracking, his eyes also looked at the center of the screen with hesitation and fear.

He understands that mystery people never lie.

Nor will they intimidate without any justification.

He's a madman.

A madman who can desperately destroy at any cost, under any pretext.

The werewolf legion on the surveillance screen is already collapsing. What else does he want to do at such a time?

Huang He, the president of the United States, only felt that he was trembling. He couldn't control his own thinking at all.

The inability to know the outcome is the true horror of human beings.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on one part of the picture. I can't move a single inch anymore.

It was a corpse.

The corpse of a replicant who was killed by a werewolf and lay on the ground.

Dead people don't move.

This is already the most basic concept that people are familiar with.

However, the corpse had been torn to pieces. It was slowly flipping over from the ground where he was lying down.

The Yellow River saw it very clearly: this kind of flip was absolutely without the help of any external force. It only relies on the strength of the corpse itself.

It was a tattered corpse that wasn't intact.

Where its right arm joined its shoulder, all that remained was a mass of fleshy flesh that had been scattered and cracked. and from the large patch of greasy yellow fat, obliquely inserted into the convex white bone fracture.

On the throat of the corpse, there was a large and obvious cut. Through the flesh and blood residue floating on the surface of the wound, it is clear that the bright white ligaments and dark blood vessels that hang out of the epidermis are weakly drooping.

The replica soldier was killed instantly by a werewolf claw in the throat.

Now, however, he is back on his feet.

Completely on his own, he slowly and painstakingly climbed up from the dirty, muddy, blood-soaked ground.

And not only him. All replica soldiers who were killed by werewolves in previous battles. As if they had just woken up from a big dream, they stood up one after another from the places where they were lying. With his cloudy eyes, he looked around him suspiciously.

"Gotta get it!"

The teeth of the Yellow River trembled up and down. The two hands clenched into fists were also clasped together. Nervously shaking back and forth.

He is not timid.

It's not that I haven't seen a corpse after death.

However, it is like this to go from being confirmed dead to being resurrected again. It was the first time he had seen the city dwellers, except for those who had been contaminated by the virus.

For some reason, a very old saying suddenly came to mind in Huang He's mind.

In ancient European legends, werewolves and vampires were both a race abandoned by God. They are cruel and murderous, and all human corpses killed by their own hands will be resurrected as new killing entities without exception.

That is, humans killed by werewolves. It will become a new werewolf again.

This is definitely not some unfounded speculation.

Huang He saw with his own eyes that these resurrected corpses that were locked on the screen were rapidly undergoing extremely terrifying changes.

Their heads are getting longer.

The mouth and nose are facing straight forward, extending to a convexity of tens of centimeters.

The fingertips of the hands and feet, the hard claw tips that suddenly appeared, were as sharp as a knife with an alienated handle.

Eventually, the clothes that were wrapped around the surface of his body were torn apart by the swelling muscles. Instead, there are clusters of dense black bristles.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of thousands of replica soldiers were killed in the previous battle. In this way, under his nose, he turned into a group of hideous and terrifying mutated werewolves.

Huang He only felt that his hands were cold. A terrible cold, enough to imprison his mind, was pouring out from the depths of his heart, and then spreading to all corners of his body.

He finally understood: on the phone a few minutes ago, why Lin dared to say those fearless words.

Indeed, he has a powerful advantage that he cannot match.

Those mutant werewolves, the tips of their claws, their teeth, their toes, and the parts of their bodies that are used to attack, must have a large amount of the virus with them.

It is they who turn all the soldiers who were killed into ferocious parasites again.

Looking at the screen, the resurrected soldiers are approaching the armored forces that are fighting fiercely. Wilgen's heart was as if it was being grabbed alive by an invisible hand, clenched hard.

The chaotic battle continues.

A powerful army composed of hundreds of thousands of mobile armor is definitely a force that is enough to destroy it.

In a one-on-one situation, werewolves are certainly no match for mechs.

However, they have an absolute advantage in numbers. For some reason, a very old saying suddenly came to mind in Huang He's mind.

In ancient European legends, werewolves and vampires were both a race abandoned by God. They are cruel and murderous, and all human corpses killed by their own hands will be resurrected as new killing entities without exception.

That is, humans killed by werewolves. It will become a new werewolf again.

This is definitely not some unfounded speculation.

Huang He saw with his own eyes that these resurrected corpses that were locked on the screen were rapidly undergoing extremely terrifying changes.

Their heads are getting longer.

The mouth and nose are facing straight forward, extending to a convexity of tens of centimeters.

The fingertips of the hands and feet, the hard claw tips that suddenly appeared, were as sharp as a knife with an alienated handle.

Eventually, the clothes that were wrapped around the surface of his body were torn apart by the swelling muscles. Instead, there are clusters of dense black bristles.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of thousands of replica soldiers were killed in the previous battle. In this way, under his nose, he turned into a group of hideous and terrifying mutated werewolves.

Huang He only felt that his hands were cold. A terrible cold, enough to imprison his mind, was pouring out from the depths of his heart, and then spreading to all corners of his body.

He finally understood: on the phone a few minutes ago, why Lin dared to say those fearless words.

Indeed, he has a powerful advantage that he cannot match.

Those mutant werewolves, the tips of their claws, their teeth, their toes, and the parts of their bodies that are used to attack, must have a large amount of the virus with them.

It is they who turn all the soldiers who were killed into ferocious parasites again.

Looking at the screen, the resurrected soldiers are approaching the armored forces that are fighting fiercely. Wilgen's heart was as if it was being grabbed alive by an invisible hand, clenched hard.

The chaotic battle continues.

A powerful army composed of hundreds of thousands of mobile armor is definitely a force that is enough to destroy it.

In a one-on-one situation, werewolves are certainly no match for mechs.

However, they have an absolute advantage in numbers.