Jason Morgan is a little panicked right now.

At the committee meeting, he did not feel that it was wrong to boost morale and let those wavering elements stay here honestly.

However, Crocker Manor, as the nominal headquarters of the Mutual Aid Society, now has a large number of committee members here, and if it is really breached, it will be a lot of fun.

There is no doubt that the Mutual Aid Association will fall into a state of organizational chaos, even if the Central Army Group goes south and solves the problem, but if the Mutual Aid Association wants to play a good role in logistics, it will take time to rebuild.

That would disrupt the whole plan.

However, the tragic scene that he had just seen through the telescope, and now the appearance of countless soldiers retreating from the third line of defense, which had collapsed and lost, to the fourth line of defense, left Morgan speechless.

Can it be said that the warriors of the militia regiment are not desperate?

Apparently not.

They themselves understand that behind them is their homeland, and behind them is the refugee camp where their families live. Everyone finally escaped here, survived, and they were drafted into the militia to defend hope.

When they fight, their families survive; If they do a good job as defenders, their families will have the opportunity to go to the Twin Cities and have the official benefits of Union citizens; If they fight, they will be able to let those who want to stay in the Qinggu area have their own land......

Their will to fight is beyond doubt.

However, the enemy is numerous and has heavy firepower, which is an objective fact and can be reversed without the will to fight.

Morgan had seen the new high-level mutants introduced to him by the military observers before, and to be honest, he still had weak legs and stomachs.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't the first day he had come to the Qinggu area now, he had already seen a lot of all kinds of aberrant monsters, plus he had received an education from the Tadashi Academy before, and when he was just a foolish clerk in Fuxing City, he would have fainted with fright when he saw those monsters for the first time.

However, the soldiers of the militia regiment have been able to withstand huge casualties, and they have dragged on since yesterday afternoon.

Just now, three hundred people died in front of his eyes.

The military observer sighed: "Actually, it's okay, this morning, when the sun just rose, the enemy attacked on a large scale for the first time, and after the first time we put many specialized high-level biochemical monsters into battle, we were caught off guard and lost thousands of people in the first line of defense. Subsequently, five hundred died there in the second line of defense. ”

Jason Morgan was silent.

Here in Crocker Manor, there are a total of 5,000 troops, and now 1,080 have been defeated.

The observer continued with a wry smile, "One morning, we lost three lines of defense, one more behind us, and then we were about to touch the walls of Crocker Manor. This place has been conquered, all the way to the two refugee camps behind, and there will be no danger to defend......"

There was still half a sentence in the end, and he didn't say it.

It's time to think about evacuating and evacuating people.

Even if you can't withdraw all of them, or even only a small part, and the rest of the people have to be left to fend for themselves, it's better than hard standing here and waiting until the battle is defeated, and hundreds of thousands of people are all finished.

Jason Morgan could also understand the meaning of the military observer's words.

However, this is considered purely from a military point of view.

Jason, on the other hand, has politics to consider.

He had just pushed down some signs of vacillation from the Mutual Aid Association due to the actions of the Alliance Headquarters, but immediately the headquarters of the Mutual Aid Association and the largest plantation in the North Qinggu area were destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of people in the two refugee camps were completely evacuated in a panic, and I don't know how many people would die in the middle......

What is the political cost of this?

The collateral effects of the ensuing situation will have a very bad negative effect on the Governor's plan to recover the entire Qinggu region.

Covering his forehead, he asked, "When will the remaining 5,000 people mobilized from the refugee camp arrive?" ”

The observer sighed, he knew that Jason Morgan still wanted to defend it.

Actually, he wanted to, too.

That's fine, instead of swaying from side to side, it's better to be confident.

He replied, "It's there before noon." ”

Jason Morgan breathed a sigh of relief: "At least we have the first good news now...... Then we have a second piece of good news. As far as I know, the vanguard of Army Group Center's march south, was Major Perbov's troops. Can you get in touch? I want to know if they can change course and head to Crocker first. If we can, how long will we hold on to them before we can wait for them. ”

"We have already been contacted, and the Central Army has learned about the crisis we have here, and the orders given to us by the Central Army also require us to stick to it as much as possible. Moreover, the relevant support orders have also been sent to the Wind Extinguishing Brigade. But ......"

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Jason Morgan was still relieved.

This is, of course, good news.

With support, it makes sense to hold on.

But the latter sentence 'but' makes people panic.

Sure enough, this word will not be followed by good news:

"The Central Army only officially began to move south yesterday, and even if the Wind Extinguishing Brigade is the vanguard, it is more than 400 kilometers away from the southern border of Central Bank Province to here, and it will take them three days at the fastest and fastest to arrive. In fact, Army Group Center gave us an order to hold out until dark tomorrow. ”

"Tomorrow when it gets dark......," muttered Jason Morgan, "can we do it when the five thousand militia around noon arrive?" ”

"We ...... I can only say that I will do my best not to let the enemy completely capture Crocker Manor until I die. ”

"Okay, I see."

Jason Morgan turned and walked away.

He did not return to the manor, but took the bullhorn and announced the reality to the nearly 2,000 soldiers who were guarding the last line of defense outside the walls of the Crocker manor.

The core argument, of course, is that the soldiers must try to hold out until it gets dark tomorrow. He promised his soldiers that reinforcement from the Alliance would arrive by dark tomorrow.

This statement is still meaningful.

The morale of the soldiers was really boosted.

It may be difficult to defeat and repel those mutant monsters independently, but if you keep it until dark, then ...... It doesn't seem like there's no hope at all?

The shadow of the previous three battles and three defeats has receded somewhat.

It's one thing to be strong enough to fight, but it's still one who is afraid of death. having lost more than 35% of their troops, they have not yet dispersed in a hurry, in fact, they are already worthy of the identity of the militia; At this time, I can be re-energized by a few words from Jason Morgan, on the one hand, of course, some of the exciting techniques and words that Morgan learned at the beginning have played a role, but more importantly, the militia is indeed reliable enough.

However, despite this, the recovered morale did not last long.

When the enemy came again, and the corrosive bombs dropped by the bio-chemical artillery ten kilometers away fell on the position again, the militia still wavered uncontrollably.

If, in the face of biochemical gas shells, the soldiers were able to temporarily rely on the cloth to wrap their faces tightly, hide in the fortifications and pray that the corrupted shells would not fall accurately on their side, then when the biochemical shelling temporarily stopped and the enemy began to attack head-on, their remaining strength was no longer able to resist.

The complete version of the abscess ejector was not the monster with a range of only fifty meters that Gu Hang had encountered in the forest on the edge of Weixing City and had been pulled out in advance by the Primordial Raging Owl Sect. At the moment, the abscess ejector who appeared on the front of the display had the ability to shoot the thick slurry flat into the target within a range of two hundred meters.

There is no penetrating power to speak of, but it is extremely corrosive, and after the hit, the only cloth uniforms on the militia cannot be stopped.

Those who react quickly and do not get on the skin can still pick up a life by taking off their clothes quickly; If the reaction is slower, the uniforms will soon be corroded to the skin, and then they will have to face the painful feeling of not killing immediately, but enough to make people lose their combat effectiveness.

There were many more zombie dogs rushing into the formation, and the militia was completely unable to resist.

The fourth line of defense, counting from the beginning of the enemy's shelling, held out for three hours; From the beginning of the enemy's frontal attack, it lasted only thirty minutes.

The rout, the fourth time.

And this time, it's even worse than before.

The enemy had apparently thrown a large number of troops into the attack, and in the midst of the rout, the zombie dogs that rushed in turned into even more terrifying killers.

This beast-like monster on all fours is much stronger than a human soldier in terms of speed, agility, and flexibility. They will fall after two shots, but the zombie dogs that jump sideways from side to side and change towards the running zombie dogs are not so easy to hit. And after being quickly pounced by such a monster weighing 30 to 40 kilograms, the soldiers are often quickly bitten to death.

Standing in the watchtower inside the walls of Crocker Manor, Jason Morgan, who was looking out to observe the battle, his face was completely pale.

Just now, when the enemy began a full-scale attack, he still wanted to stay on the outer line of defense to boost morale, but he was desperately dragged back by the military observer next to him.

If you do this when necessary, then there will be no problem at all.

This is the fine tradition of the red hats, leading by example and boosting morale.

However, the collapse of the fourth line of defense is not a matter of morale.

Not to mention that Jason Morgan stayed there, whether it could really make everyone overcome the fear of death and face the battle without fear of death, even if he opened the sky and could do it, it was meaningless.

It will only bury all the soldiers on that line of defense.

Now, if you withdraw the people, you can still rely on the more solid line of defense of the Crocker Manor Wall to fight for a longer time.

Then Jason Morgan can't die on the front line.

If he died, it would be a major blow to morale.

Mr. Morgan, who understood it, could only retreat with hatred, and looked out of the fence from the lookout as the militiamen were constantly being killed and their hearts were twisted.

In addition to those who had fled inside the walls, almost all of those who were still outside had been sentenced to death. Morgan couldn't even open the door to let the militiamen who were still alive in, or else the freak wave would probably rush in directly.

The reinforcements who entered the Crocker Manor from the rear one after another were arranged to be placed on the top of the wall and shoot outside to help relieve the pressure on the militia troops under the city. The militia under the city were asked to defend in place, and were promised that they could be let in after temporarily repelling the enemy's attack.

This is, of course, hopeless.

What does it mean to repel an enemy attack?

Now everyone can see that the distortion is very strong, how can you fight back?

Isn't this a sign that will send us to death?

Many anxious militiamen cursed under the city.

But in the end, the worst didn't happen.

The militia under the city, knowing that they were actually in a state of abandonment, still did not choose to shoot at the robes on the city wall at this juncture.

The infighting did not happen, and they turned their heads and fought with the enemy who was getting closer and closer in grief.

First, they tried to cooperate with the friendly forces on the city wall and shoot the zombie dogs, and then they tried to keep up with the approaching abscess ejectors, shooting at a distance of 200 meters.

During this period, the enemy's bio-chemical artillery once again came into full swing. The main firepower is still concentrated inside Crocker Manor, but occasionally biological and chemical shells will fall on the outside and hit the heads of the remaining outside militia, causing casualties.

The more people die, the more they die.

At this time, Jason Morgan didn't even have the heart to feel guilty about his decision to actually send the soldiers who didn't enter the city to death. He had been pulled off the lookout. A few minutes later, the lookout he was on was hit by a biochemical shell and collapsed in rapid corrosion.

It's not just here that has been destroyed, those walls are not the same thing as the city walls and fortresses, although they look sturdy, and they can even stand on them to shoot outside, but they are still wooden in nature, and under the bombardment of biochemical artillery, there have been gaps, from which you can faintly see that the wave of aberration is getting closer and closer.

What did you say before?

Hold out until tomorrow night?

I can't even get over tonight!

Not to mention at night, if the fight is not good enough, the morale of the militia will be loosened, and they may not be able to withstand it at noon!

Jason Morgan's heart is already cold.

Boundless pain welled up in my heart.

He is not afraid of death now, he even wishes to die.

If Crocker Manor had been breached, he would rather die here than live in the nick of life.

It's not that some training has brainwashed him, but his own heart, which can't pass the latter level at all.

Let him see with his own eyes the destruction of the refugee camp he had worked so hard to build in the past two months, and watch the 400,000 Qinggu refugees who had finally found hope alive with his efforts be slaughtered by these deviants......

He couldn't.

Dying here is an easier choice than seeing that scene.

He took out his pistol and said to the military observer beside him: "I want to go to the front line to fight, and I would rather die than die in battle." ”

This time, instead of stopping him, he also took out his gun: "I'll go with you." ”

The two, with a few guards, began to move forward.

And just when the two of them had the intention of dying, they heard a whistling at the same time, coming from the sky.

Raising his head, three white mist pierced the clouds.

Squinting and looking closely, it looked like three cyan flying machines.

The flames flashed, and six flames flashed. Then, in what felt far away, there was a muffled noise.

The sound was not particularly clear, after all, they were on the battlefield and the sound of gunfire had never been heard.

However, they clearly perceived one thing: the enemy's biochemical and chemical shelling seemed to have stopped halfway.

(End of chapter)