What Garn didn't expect was that the alliance's high-intensity offensive lasted for three days.

Over the course of three days, the rifle-armed light infantry infiltrated the city from several entrances in the northern part of the city of Geumkawa, engaging in fierce exchanges of fire with his tribes in the streets and corridors of abandoned buildings.

During this period, both sides suffered considerable casualties. According to the reports of the warriors under his command, more than 1,000 people have died in street battles with the soldiers of the People's Union, and there are some big guys who have been transformed by prosthetics.

Of course, the casualties of the coalition were no less significant.

The corpses were piled up in a hill at the mouth of the alley, and the blood stained almost the entire road red.

But those people don't seem to be afraid,

Still rushing forward, firing and shouting what they didn't understand.

To be honest, Garn was a little confused.

It would be impossible to say that it was a survivor of Geumkawa City, and it was not entirely impossible that the sheep suddenly became anxious one day and hated them to the core, and they would kill them even if they didn't want their own lives.

But the problem is the group of madmen in the north..... He doesn't remember provoking them?

Except for Dust Town that time.

But that settlement isn't the Alliance's territory, is it?

Just when Garn was upset, the curtain of the tent door was lifted, and a mutant with a tiger's back walked in, clenching his fists and saying.

"Your Excellency."

His name was Delu, a warrior named after Garn himself, and he was also the commander of the tribe.

When the Coalition forces came in, his clan was the first to engage the Coalition, and the area of battle was the same area where his clan was stationed, so Garn ordered him to be the commander of the front.

For mutants, whoever commands is actually the same.

After all, most of the time the greenskins don't have the concept of command in their heads, and they give them weapons and tell them where the enemy is.

So even if the commander was appointed a little hastily, it didn't really have much impact on the mutants of the Odd tribe.

Garn looked at Delu standing in the tent and spoke slowly with a majestic expression.

"What's the matter?"

Facing the leader of the entire tribe, Delu reported angrily.

"The offensive of the alliance has slowed down, and both the firepower and the manpower are much less than on the first day. From this morning to noon, we have repelled three rounds of their attacks, and our positions have not been moved..... I could feel that they couldn't hold on."

Gahn was overjoyed when he heard this, but his face was silent, he just coldly curled the corners of his mouth and said in a tone with a hint of sarcasm.

"These weak guys, can't they hold on for only three days?"

He had looked at those guys twice. It seems that he overestimated them.

Delu nodded, and the urn continued.

"Patriarch, I think now is a good opportunity for us to counterattack, as long as we take back the positions they took before, those weak two-legged animals will definitely lose the courage to continue fighting!"

Gahn pondered for a moment, and felt that he had what he said

Something that makes sense.

They have inflicted enough casualties on the Alliance, as evidenced by the weakness of the Alliance's offensive.

At this time, as long as they can increase their strength and tear a hole in the crumbling defense line of the guys, they will soon flee out of the city like a flood that bursts the embankment.

Thinking of this, Garn no longer hesitated, and immediately spoke.

"I'll give you thirty more armed vehicles, a thousand brethren, and twenty tons of ammunition to reclaim the positions we lost yesterday before the sun sets!"

When Delu heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows, his insect-like eyebrows loosened, and he clenched his fists and said loyally.

"Yes! Delu will live up to the expectations of the patriarch!"

"Repay me with the heads of those two-legged animals," he said, looking at Delu and Garn's as he stood before him

The corners of his mouth grinned cruelly, "Go down, I want to see their heads piled up into a mountain."

Delu respectfully received the command.

"Yes!"

......

On the other side, the northern urban area of Geumha.

Beside a half-collapsed viaduct, the Silver Legion, advancing into the heart of the mutant front, is engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the mutants stationed in the area.

Compared with the offensive of the front-line corps, the silver corps, which plays soy sauce all year round, naturally has a lot of crotch.

However, this can't be blamed for the three living treasures of Silver Sword, Silver Hand, and Silver Daddy, mainly because there are too many new people in their corps.

But those who can meet the criteria for entering the Death Corps,

And there are pits that can be stuffed into, and the newcomers basically don't put cobalt into their corps.

The big corps not only has a high play belt, but also has a lot of benefits, and the small corps doesn't say anything, and there is a stinky problem with the small circle.

Not to mention that this head is also called the father of silver, if this is added, multiple fathers can't come out of thin air?

Unexpectedly, the silver sword gritted its teeth for a while.

The dog thing said before it was built that it wanted to be everyone's shield, but it turned out to be a father with a backhand.

Is this a human thing?

Of course, he himself is not an honest person, and he originally said that he wanted to practice an agility system, but he saw that the forum was blowing about the strength of the animal, so he chose the strength in seconds.

In the end, there is only one honest man in the silver hand.

At this time, the silver father, who was suppressed by the fire, shouted

Bang.

"Old Sword! The machine guns in front of them are too fierce! You have to figure it out!"

"Damn, why don't you think of a way yourself?!"

"I'm so suppressed!"

「%￥#@「

A light machine gun was set up on the broken window, and it suddenly strafed the position of the Silver Corps, pressing the few new people who had managed to rush up behind the billboard that fell on the road, and Silver Daddy was the one leading the team.

From a distance of hundreds of meters, the players couldn't see where the mutant was, and the mutant couldn't actually see them, just swept around according to the position of their teammates yelling.

In terms of street fighting, these mutants still have two brushes, and although they look dull, some tactical details are not ambiguous.

But one by one

Their opponents are clearly not vegetarians either.

With a team of four, the Silver Sword made a detour to the flank of the firing point fifty or sixty meters away, crouching by a broken wall.

Approximate visual distance.

He removed the RPG launcher from his back, reloaded a fragmentation grenade with his hands and feet, and pulled the trigger on the glimmering flames of the gun.

「RPG!」

He let out a loud roar, his voice powering the white smoke rocket as it slammed into the looming window.

An orange-yellow fire flickered in the fog, and he vaguely saw what seemed to be something blown out.

Machine gun ceasefire.

The troops behind can finally continue to advance.

The silver sword was excitedly about throwing a fist, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a new Meng lying on the ground in a large shape.

His eyes widened, and he quickly squatted down and patted the guy's face.

"Damn?! What's wrong with you, brother?"

The man was still dizzy, and the two new faces next to him looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but laugh.

"He..... I've been sprayed with exhaust from behind your bazooka."

The other nodded along with the other and made a supplementary explanation.

"I just broke my head, and I heard a 'bang'."

The silver sword almost choked on his own spit, and then the man lying on the ground finally woke up.

Looking at the guy's dumbfounded face, he said with a smile on his face.

"It's not..... Brother, this is so

Recoilless cannon, what are you doing behind me?!"

It's also a big fate if you weren't sent away directly.

The guy lying on the ground scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and smirked.

"I, I, I just want to learn how to aim with this thing."

"Poof—"

The silver sword was about to spray him twice, when a large light suddenly lit up in the distance.

I saw a wide front of a car tied with wire, and it came out of the fog with the deafening roar of the engine.

I saw the six-pack on the roof of the car

The green face full of horizontal flesh behind the barrel of the runner and the welded steel plate, the face of the silver sword suddenly changed.

"Spread out!"

Almost as soon as he roared, the whistling rain of bullets swept over, and two of the four-person team were blown to pieces on the spot, and they couldn't even make a sound before they pasted on the scrap car shell behind him along with the rain of bullets.

The silver sword was also scared out of a cold sweat.

More than a dozen tracer lights flew almost past his arm.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to use all his strength to smash open the broken window and hide in the façade on the side of the street.

The budding newcomer lying on the ground narrowly escaped the catastrophe and survived, crawling into the window with a face of minced flesh and blood.

With a mouthful of bloody saliva, the new man said with a smile.

"Brother, let's talk about Gaga and collect people's heads?"

How did he feel......

It's just that they're fighting so hard.

"I ....."

The silver sword was also angry and funny for a while, and I didn't know what to say.

There was indeed nothing wrong with what their corps commander said.

However, he didn't expect that these new guys really don't have any common sense at all, and they are completely 99k pure and new!

It's not easy to blame this guy, he held back his temper and patiently comforted.

"No way, who wants us to just run into one of the most powerful defense lines, and it will be comfortable to cross over from here."

But one thing to say, this mutant in Jinhe City

It is indeed different from other places, not only with ferocious automatic firepower, but also with vehicles modified from welded steel plates.

Although the roads in the city are in terrible condition, these green-skinned animals have lived in the city for so many years, and they know almost every road they can walk, and the vehicles are always out of nowhere.

Coupled with the fact that the fog prevented the aircraft from providing effective fire support on the ground, they had to rely on portable anti-tank equipment to engage the opposing side.

I heard that the Skeleton Corps was on their way from Dawning City.

By the time the Alliance's armored forces arrive, the resistance to advance should be much smaller.

That Meng Xin was sensible, and nodded excitedly.

"Okay brother, I believe you!"

To be honest, although it was a bit difficult to fight with this guy, he felt quite exciting.

Ignoring the oil bottle, Silver Sword tapped his index finger on the VM and shouted into the headset.

「.... Silver Hand, Silver Daddy, this is Silver Sword! Ten buggies have passed by us, and they may be heading towards your flank."

"That thing is quite powerful, you guys be careful!"

There was only a rustling sound in the communication channel, and there was no response for a long time.

Feeling that something was wrong, Silver Sword immediately clicked on the communication list and took a look, and sure enough, he saw the icon with no signal, and hung up the communication with a curse.

"Gan!"

Na Mengxin swallowed and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Signal interference! Eighty percent of the car is carried on the car

Shielding devices or something!"

Silver Sword grabbed the RPG tube, stepped over the glass-strewn window, and gritted his teeth as he looked in the direction the vehicle had left.

"We've got to catch up with it!"

With the only remaining teammates, the Silver Sword chased the exhaust of the off-road vehicle and chased towards the position where the large army of the Silver Corps was located.

However, helplessly, no matter how fast the two legs are, they can't catch up with two pairs of speeding wheels.

And then—

A tragic scene happened.

The Silver Corps was leaning against the street bunkers and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the mutants when an off-road vehicle suddenly broke into the rear of the crowd.

Before he could react, the revolver machine gun suddenly strafed, and the silver father just wanted to shout and run, but it turned into a piece of minced meat in an instant

"Daddy!! The Silver Sword shouted in grief, picked up the RPG on the ground and fired a shot.

The rocket, dragging white smoke, hit the welded steel plate in front of the minigun.

The burst metal jet blurred the mutant's face, and the guy fell off the buggy with black smoke on his face.

Soon, however, a powerful right hand came out of the carriage, and instead of the man who had fallen, he grabbed the machine gun that was missing half of the bullet plate, and continued to fire suddenly towards the position of the Silver Corps.

The whistling tracer caused a hurricane in the thick fog, and the Silver Corps, which was suppressed by fire from both directions at the same time, quickly suffered heavy casualties.

And because of the shielding car, they couldn't call in the indirect fire of the Iron Heart, nor could they call in close support from the Air Force.

Looking at the mutant troops that were used like a tide, the silver hand who was still on the ground rushed up and picked up the horn dropped by the silver daddy, and shouted loudly.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

This is probably the only retreat of the alliance in the past three days.

But he couldn't help it.

Failing to stop the vehicle on the other side was a tactical mistake, but even without it, they wouldn't have lasted long.

It is clear that the opposite side is concentrating its superiority in forces to launch a counteroffensive, and they are using this as a breakthrough to open the tide of the war.

It's a strategic decision.

If they don't retreat, everyone will have to account for it, and nothing will change the outcome.

Hearing the shouts from the battlefield, Meng Xin, who was following behind the Silver Sword, swallowed his saliva.

"Let's get out too."

The silver sword looked up at the sky and sighed, and suddenly stuffed the VM on his body, the RPG launch tube, and the ammunition pouch on his back to him.

After taking the pile of equipment, Meng Xin looked at him with a confused expression.

"Dude, what are you doing here?"

"VM bring it back for me, you can take the rest and play with it."

"That...... What about you?"

「.... See you in three days!"

The silver sword loaded the rifle and took a tragic step forward, leaving a majestic back for the budding newcomer.

The Alliance's position has been advancing for the past three days, and they have been pushed back, even if there are extenuating circumstances, he really has no face to go back to see his brothers.

"Long live the Alliance!!"

Don't want to snatch the position while Lao Tzu is still alive!

He shouted and rushed at the mutants that came in like a tidal wave, and soon disappeared into the sea of smoke with a loud explosion......

The new Meng was dumbfounded, and his eyes gradually filled with emotion.

"Good Brother.....

Uncle Ben will definitely not pit you next time!

Not daring to stay here any longer, he hurried towards the rear position.

And not far from him, the Qi tribe snorted at the puddle of minced meat on the ground, and his heart pounded violently.

It watched as the human burst out of the fog and detonated the bomb on its body after killing its fellow tentmates.

Hot blood smeared on its face and flowed into the corners of its mouth.

This was the first time that the food that had made it salivate made it feel so hot that it subconsciously took the blood

The water suffocated out.

At this moment, Hum saw their leader, Deru, come to the front, raise his rifle in the air, and roar loudly in his rude voice.

"Victory!"

The whole street resounded with deafening cheers.

"Victory!!"

"Whoa!"

Having lost two kilometers of ground in three days, they finally won a battle and recaptured a street from the Union.

Even if the street is only a dozen meters wide and hundreds of meters long.

Whether it's a minion who has just gone to the front line, or an old guy who has been on the front line for three days, he is very excited at the moment.

However, there was no joy in Humm's heart, and it always felt that these humans were too different from the ones it had eaten before.

But looking at the brothers who were roaring with excitement, it roared along with it, venting its uneasiness in the roar.

Will it really go that smooth? It doesn't know.

But this is a battle that will determine the survival of the race, a war between different species.

There is no other way out.....

On the afternoon of the third day of the Alliance's ground offensive against the mutant tribes in Kinhe City, the mutants who had been cowering behind the defense line finally launched their first big attack

Anti-politics on a large scale.

The positions of the coalition were under considerable pressure everywhere.

And after a round of concentrated forces, the troops of the Qi tribe finally tore a rift in one of the alliance's positions.

However, the total collapse of the defensive line that Delu and Garn had expected did not happen.

Almost at the same time that the breach appeared in the defensive line, the Coalition skillfully retracted the line with incredible speed, reconstructing a new offensive position near an abandoned department store.

They seemed to be prepared for this, even anticipating what might go wrong.

The Silver Hand crouched behind the bunker that had just been made of sandbags, with a gloomy face,

The two good brothers are all led, and there are less than ten people left in the entire corps, including the new ones, and they can only be temporary

Mixed up with the brethren of the Burning Corps

Squatting next to him, quitting smoking and laughing and teasing.

"You're out of luck, too, for the cattle were just about to get back to the field, and they picked on you."

"Hey!"

The Silver Hand sighed and shook the pot silently.

"It's all because those rookies are too good at delivering it! If I want to look at such a soft persimmon there, I have to pick it up and pinch it."

The newcomer who followed him to pick up a life was not happy when he heard it.

"Gan! Can we be blamed for this? Who bragged about flying us?"

"That's it!" The other guy with his arm hanging in bandage also shouted.

Ignoring his brother's complaints, Silver Hand pretended that nothing had happened, and looked at the smiling quit-smoking brother and said.

"When are we going to call back? These dog-called beasts even dare to fight back, and they are tired of meowing!"

Quit smoking said with a smile.

"Don't worry, our regiment commander has discussed it with a few regiments next door, and they will fight back confidently, so let's give them some sweetness first."

Silverhand wondered.

"Why don't you just rush them out in one go?" Quit smoking shook his head.

"These guys aren't like Marauders, they're more like something somewhere between Xenos and Marauders, they're fierce and cunning, they can't get out of cover if they push too fast, and the harder they get to the back. Why don't you pull it back, give them some hope, and then let the pigs in and kill them!"

Silverhand's eyes lit up.

"That's a good idea! Which old yin came up with rice than that?"

It's also damaged! Quit smoking and smile.

"Which of our corps do you think is most like Lao Yinbi?" Silver Hand smiled.

"I see."

At this moment, Fang Chang, who was pondering the map on the frontline position, fought

sneezed, but my heart couldn't help but warm slightly.

It must be dear Dolly who misses her.

When this battle is over, I have to go back and accompany her......

At the same time, the bridge of the Iron Heart.

Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was looking through a few full

Rest the screen and look down to look for hazy combat exploits.

In three days, although the alliance's front only advanced two kilometers, and even retreated a few hundred meters just now, the damage to the mutants' living forces was amazing.

According to the report compiled by Xiaoqi, as of now, they have killed a total of 1,207 mutant soldiers, of which 411 are prosthetic mutants, and a total of 217 modified prosthetics have been recovered and sent to the Boulder Military Industry for analysis and research.

In addition to this, a total of 219 captives captured by mutants have been rescued and are currently housed in the base of operations beneath the Ironheart.

A small number of these people are wastelanders, and most of them are residents of nearby settlements such as Pinecone Farm, and Naguo is heavily addicted, all of them are like puppets with broken strings, and the mere sight of them makes people shudder.

Leave the matter of captives aside, the number of mutant kills continues to rise, and some unconfirmed kills have yet to be verified, and they will not be counted until the battle line advances.

From the current point of view, most of the kills are contributed by veteran players, and most of the newcomers who have just entered the game in the past two months have gone up to join in the fun.

However, Chu Guang didn't think it was a meaningless death.

It's better to say that it is precisely because of the newcomers' successive deaths that the mutants have the illusion that "I can fight back".

As a result, despite such heavy casualties, they maintained an aggressive battle strategy in their defenses, even bravely charging at the positions established by the League in the city.

In the eyes of those guys, the Alliance's offensive is probably at the end of its power.

After all, there were indeed a lot fewer newcomers to the battle on the third day than on the first day.

Look at the current area of the firelight refining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows,

The corners of Dingguang's mouth tugged at a faint smile.

Tomorrow is the fourth day, and the guys who died on the first day will soon begin to resurrect one after another, and it will be resurrected with the experience of death and the hatred of withdrawal reaction.

Soon the green-skinned brutes will discover how stupid their self-confidence is, and that the massive attack of three days ago will soon be repeated.

And this time - the nightmare really begins!

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, dragged his cheeks and complained in a low voice.

"Master, you're smiling like a villain."

Chu Guang replied casually.

"It doesn't matter, I'm smiling at the window, no one sees it anyway."

"I see, I see."

Xiao Qi couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, and the little stars flashed in his eyes when he looked at his side face, and he admired it even more.

Worthy of the host.

Even such minutiae are planned!

It's too thin!

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