The assault team, equipped with an exoskeleton, was like a drop of water in a pond, and soon drowned in darkness.

Even if the strikers of the Kuroshio Tide have been cut into a lone army, the number of this lone army is so large that just a glimpse of the corner makes people despair.

Chen Yu soon had no mind to pay attention to the fate of that commando.

The heavy machine-gun positions and rapid-fire guns raised high in the rear ramparts roared and weaved a dense network of firepower, looking from afar, like a long, slender arc that is difficult to count.

A series of bullets rained down dozens of meters in front of the position.

While the outcasts were still suffering from the sequelae of vertigo caused by the shockwave, the thick-skinned mutant biota had already crawled up and launched another wave of onslaught towards the advancing base.

Without the timely fire support of the base, the outer line of defense, which had almost lost its ability to resist, had fallen.

Even if the dense barrage of bullets fired by dozens of heavy machine guns disrupted the offensive rhythm of the mutant creatures and gave the outer defense line a rare opportunity to breathe and adjust, the temporary defensive position of this homeless army with no traces of training was still in a precarious position.

Several nodes of the defense line had already been torn apart, and the mutant creatures poured into the torn gaps like a tidal wave, leaping into the trenches that had just been dug and pounced on the displaced people who were still dazed.

Long-range shooting quickly turned into brutal hand-to-hand combat, and that's exactly what mutated creatures with multiple rounds of evolved physical abilities excel at.

Amidst the screams and screams, the displaced people on the fallen positions became food in the bellies of mutant creatures.

The fire positions in the rear apparently did not have any scruples about injuring the displaced people by mistake.

Even if it was their comrades who were besieged at the moment, these soldiers would not hesitate to tear them apart with fire.

Several heavy machine guns were fired at a slightly downward firing angle.

The dense bullets quickly landed on the broken outlying positions, and in an instant the earth was splashed everywhere, screaming and screaming, and the severed limbs flew sideways.

Pools of blood mixed with mutated creatures and human stumps converged.

The heavy machine guns used at the forward base not only have a fast rate of fire, but are also equipped with bullets that have considerable armor-piercing capabilities, and can easily break through the protection of armored personnel carriers even from a distance of 500 meters during testing.

At this time, landing on the flesh and blood body that was fighting fiercely in the position was no different from the difficulty of penetrating a layer of paper.

Like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, it easily reaps the life of the Harvester exposed to the angle of the shot.

As soon as Chen Yu poked his head out, he was immediately pressed back by the whistling bullets, and he had to lower his body and curl up in the trench that was not very strong.

From time to time, bullets flew past the scalp, splashing fresh dirt on the body, bringing a burst of hot pain.

Smoke, blood and death swept through the outlying positions.

It was only at this time that the defensive battle against the Kuroshio was officially launched.

And it was just the beginning, and it was a white-hot stage of hand-to-hand combat.

In the flickering tunnel, Chen Yu's palm touched some warm sticky things on the ground.

It's a familiar touch.

He quickly reacted, it was blood!

Chen Yu looked down in amazement, and found that at some point, the bottom of the tunnel was already full of sticky and warm blood, even past the upper of his shoes.

At this moment, a tracer bullet exploded right over the position.

In the brightness of a few seconds, the bottom of the narrow trench was like a long river covered with starlight, and in the vibration of continuous artillery fire, the rippling surface of the river reflected the sparkling waves, like a dream, shining brightly.

Chen Yu was half-kneeling, looking down at him.

A dark shadow cast on the scarlet river, but his face was clearly reflected on the river.

There had never been a moment like this moment that made him so disgusted and ...... with this face of himself Fear!

Chen Yu suddenly remembered the meaningful look that the second lieutenant threw after distributing the firearms in the afternoon.

It's like mockery, it's like disdain, it's more like a silent farewell out of pity or self-comfort when facing a death row inmate who is about to be executed.

He suddenly realized that in fact, in the eyes of the garrison of the advancing base, perhaps until this moment, it was only when the thousands of displaced people left behind would really come in handy.

The war sheds its delicate mask, revealing a hypocritical, cold-blooded, and cruel face.

Bai Lu once told Chen Yu the war story written in the high school textbook of the safe city, the old world in the era of cold weapons.

He was impressed by one of the cases.

A clever general feigned defeat in the face of an enemy force several times his size, and ordered his soldiers to discard their baggage from time to time as he retreated.

First armor and shields.

Ran out of Erli and began to discard spears and bows and arrows.

Another two miles, leaving behind wounded soldiers and military prostitutes.

Then two miles, discard the jewels and gold.

When the enemy army gradually unguarded in the greed and arrogance that was constantly nourished, the general led the soldiers who were so desperate that they only had the courage to break the axe and sink the boat and a long sword to kill them like a divine soldier.

Enemy troops, several times their size, were busy fighting for the spoils of war, and their bodies and horses were hung with heavy captures.

What's even more deadly is that these soldiers have fallen into the double trap of treasure and desire, and have lost their invincible morale.

There is still a huge disparity between the number of friends and enemies, but the strength and weakness have changed in an instant.

With almost no effort, the general defeated this enemy army, which was several times his size.

Maybe that's war.

Trickery, death, courage, faith......

It's like a fog with no fixed shape, and it can take on anything you can imagine, even if the features are even contradictory.

But there is no room for superfluous innocence and good thoughts!

Heroic, fearless, bloody, sacrificed......

Can these key words, which are full of the smell of gunpowder, be used as the key words engraved in the epitaphs of thousands of displaced people who have no experience of war but are forced to be involved in the front line of war?

At this moment, the outcasts who have long been in hell will not be bold, and they will never make such extravagant hopes.

However, when the war is over, they may be labeled and whitewashed by these flowery words in the war report.

At that time, they could no longer enjoy the honor of being stained with filth and cruelty.

Of course, no one will ever look into the hearts of the dead anymore.

Perhaps they will only be scribbled and buried in mass graves dug in place, burning their bodies in the raging fire, hoping to die.

As long as the results are remarkable, the process can be written by the victors at will.

Chen Yu suddenly fell into incomparable fear, and his hands and feet were extremely cold.

He did not expect that he thought that he could help the garrison commander get out of the moral dilemma, and also give advice to the refugees who had fled to this place to survive, but instead dragged the fleeing refugees into an even more cruel and desperate hell.

Advance?

Mutant creatures will tear apart and then eat them raw.

Back off?

The cold bullets fired by the garrisons would reap their lives.

Chen Yu fell into boundless self-blame.

I wanted to do something, but I was so physically and mentally exhausted.

What could he do?

Perhaps the situation at this moment was not what he intended.

However, his conversation with the base commander was the direct trigger for everything that was happening right now. He helped the commander to make the outcasts half-push and half-push into the Jedi, and even the unaware outcasts dug a cemetery for themselves.

Thousands of displaced people were given weapons and food, and even trenches were dug and improvised fortifications were built.

Everything looks decent.

The garrison showed the homeless people mercy and helplessness, and also gave them choice and hope, as if they were really concerned about the lives of the homeless.

However, the compromises and concessions performed by the garrison were believed to be true by the displaced people, and they knew that at this moment, the veil of hypocrisy was torn apart under the impact of the Kuroshio.

When the heavy machine guns and artillery fire in the rear strangled all the lives on the outlying positions, regardless of whether they were the enemy or the enemy, the displaced people woke up like a dream.

But at this time, it was too late, and the only thing that awaited them was death.

They have long been used as bait to attract mutated creatures to be slaughtered, and these monsters who are more wild than rational will not care whether they have fallen into a long-planned trap or not, and will only hunt and devour their prey desperately.

The heavy smell of blood permeated the night breeze.

Stimulating more mutated creatures to plunge headlong into this meat grinder.

The Kuroshio's charge was halted by the death of thousands of displaced people.

Although from beginning to end, their contribution to this war is only as a decoy for being discarded, and death at will on both sides of the war.

The fire fired from the ramparts line was even more intense.

For the garrison, the outlying positions at this moment can really come in handy, becoming a fixed target that does not need to calculate and predict the movement of the target.

All they have to do is pull the trigger, deliver fire, and repeat the process over and over again, without even aiming at it.

Chen Yu grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, and his body couldn't help shaking.

He seemed to see these homeless people unwilling to die in pain and despair, turning into mutilated and terrifying ghosts, with monstrous hatred, turning into a deep and lengthy nightmare that could never be broken free from haunting him.

Each bloody demon has a tragic silhouette before death, its body is torn apart, its internal organs and brains flowing out of its body, and its blood-stained bones are exposed to the air......

It's hard to put together a human form!

The demon's empty eyes surged with unwillingness and hatred thicker than the darkness, and while frantically biting Chen Yu's flesh and soul, he kept torturing Chen Yu with his broken vocal cords:

"Demon, you killed us!"

A voice in Chen Yu's mind was constantly amplified:

Go to hell! There is no room for your sin in the world!

You are the one who deserves to go to hell the most!

He had a premonition for the rest of his life, and every day of his life he would be subjected to purgatory-like mental torture, and every night he would face the most cruel revenge of the undead who were unwilling to die.

Chen Yu's pupils gradually lost focus.

He felt guilty, blamed, fearful, and despaired!

The night could have contained everything, sadness, cowardice, cruelty, hypocrisy......

Chen Yu felt that even the boundless night could not hide his sins.

Rumble!

Another tracer bomb exploded in the night sky.

A cutter jumped into the trench, his bloodthirsty eyes staring at Chen Yu who was huddled in the corner and trembling!