The dense rain of rockets lit up the entire sky like a match rubbing against brimstone.
Controls the entire world and all human forces except alien races.
Lin An only felt like he was leading an ancient legion to land in Normandy.
A pure collision of flesh and blood.
All the ascetics floated in mid-air, forming a human-shaped air defense net at a density of two meters apart. They frantically activated their absorbing abilities to "swallow" the incoming artillery into their bodies.
In mid-air, ascetics were constantly being blown to pieces and reborn, and the pieces of meat that fell down were like smashed sausages.
From time to time, falling artillery shells smashed into the legion, turning the surrounding soldiers into a wailing fireball.
....
"Charge! Rush over!"
"Push forward!"
"All ascetics numbered less than 300! Suicide attack!"
Roaring angrily.
The cavalrymen waving command flags and holding trumpets kept relaying Lin An's orders.
The trumpet naturally comes from Lin An.
Although it is a bit incompatible with the cavalry's attire, it is very useful.
"Blow them up!!"
Holding the cannonballs seized from the blood corpses in the fortress, the ascetics who were numbered rushed into the blood corpse positions along the road with solemn expressions.
'boom!!'
"boom!!"
The explosion was deafening.
One after another, figures carrying high explosives rushed into the group of corpses.
Continuous explosions sounded, knocking the blood corpse that launched the long-range attack to the ground.
Under the fearless attack of the ascetics, the legion, without fire suppression, quickly charged forward.
"kill!!!"
"The Cavalry Regiment Charges!!"
"The ascetic team takes action in a mixed manner!"
With the impact of a war horse, a lance stabbed into the bloody corpse, and the blood it brought out dyed the armor red.
If one hit fails, hit a hundred!
The spears pierced out, turning the immobile bloody corpse into a hornet's nest in an instant.
The ascetics who charged with the army acted as human shields, trapping the bloody corpses that wanted to fight back like facehuggers.
The well-trained spearmen under the cavalry quickly took a blow from their lances, stabbing the ascetic and the bloody corpse together.
The sticky sound of flesh piercing was heard one after another.
high efficiency.
The first time all soldiers tried, a large number of ascetics cooperated to attack.
This is the first time in the past hundreds of years that they have tasted the sweetness of being crushed by military force.
There were only a thousand bloody corpses in front of him, and there were not even newly infected zombies around.
With the help of 32,900 ascetics, they actually formed a team of 10 ascetics and a hundred people to fight against a blood corpse.
The battle-loss ratio is exceptionally good.
Except for some soldiers who died in long-range attacks, very few soldiers died in close combat or were infected with the virus.
10 ascetics held back a bloody corpse. Such a rich battle was certainly easy to fight.
....
After exterminating the bloody corpses along the road, bursts of cheers erupted on the battlefield.
The eyes of the generals who had gained command were filled with excitement.
Compared with the ascetic who resisted the person Lin An pretended to be, these people had god-like faith in the first ascetic.
therefore.
Under Lin An's forced order, the commanders of each legion were uniformly replaced by military generals, and instead commanded together with the ascetics.
the reason is simple.
The soldiers were obedient enough.
The war situation seems to be good now. They all mobilized to form a situation of using more to fight against fewer, but it is only temporary.
As you get closer to the coordinates, the number of blood corpses encountered will increase exponentially.
When the time comes, it’s just a matter of simply risking your life and moving forward.
Ascetics can preview the results of local battles, seemingly greatly reducing casualties and adjusting combat methods.
But for Lin An, he doesn't need any optimization or any excellent results.
He just needs a little.
That's efficiency.
It was everyone who desperately moved forward to attract the blood corpse's attention to him.
Under continuous orders, the troops marching at high speed have approached the coordinates.
The distance from the core area of the coordinates is only three hours at Lin An's speed.
Army 6 days and 5 hours.
This will be a short but long and brutal battle.
Fortunately, in the "program" set by the blood corpse, it seems that humans never "thought" that humans would launch a counterattack.
They don't know about reinforcements or concentrated firepower.
Otherwise, tens of millions of blood corpses would run out of the coordinate points of the blood corpses and block them on the road.
Lin An could only choose to abandon the army and lead the ascetics into the corpse tide.
....
In mid-air, the ascetics bear the buoyancy and are lifted up in the headquarters.
"Team Lin, the ascetic responsible for the investigation has sent back information."
"If you push forward any further, you will encounter large-scale bloody corpses one after another."
"The first share is 70,000, the second share is 330,000, and the number of the third share is unknown, but it is not expected to be less than 1.6 million."
"They can't even get close to the core area..."
Xiong Hanzi looked solemn and decently reported the information that the ascetics had desperately obtained.
The entire group of blood corpses seemed to be guarding that coordinate.
There are three floors inside and three floors outside, which are very similar to the black tower guarded in the amoeba copy.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Tie looked at Lin An's hands that were constantly flying around making potions, feeling a little worried:
"Still the same problem..."
"One is morale."
"The other problem is infection..."
"Same as our last dungeon, if a soldier is infected, it means he is carrying..."
Lin An suddenly turned around and glanced at Xiong Hanzi in surprise.
When Zhang Tie reported the situation, he seemed to want to be like an army lieutenant general and be methodical.
But this guy is not used to swearing. He is really not used to it.
"fine."
Lin An smiled and threw the prepared potion into the ring:
"Are you trying to say that the further we push forward, the death toll will exceed the military's endurance limit?"
"Even ascetics resist."
"If a normal army's death rate exceeds 30% and does not retreat, it is considered a dead soldier."
"But if we can survive 30% of this battle, it would be considered good..."
Zhang Tie nodded, somewhat hesitant.
Unlike the amoeba replica, this place also has the technological means to mass-produce self-destructing chips to control soldiers.
Even if he was ruthless enough to force them to attack, he still wouldn't be able to control so many.
Counting the steady stream of troops arriving from the rear, the armed force they mobilized this time already numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Like the great migration of lemmings, rushing towards the land of death.
"It's very simple."
Lin An waved his hand, thought for a moment and then looked at the ascetic "at his feet".
"Whether it's morale or combat power issues, they can be easily solved."
"Let's go all out to make drugs, regardless of the quality of the drugs extracted."
"This thing is not difficult to copy."
After a pause, he lowered his head and chuckled, somewhat self-deprecating.
"Let's learn blitzkrieg..."
"Accelerate the transformation of ascetics without worrying about the sequelae."
"All..."
"Take drugs!"
...
once.
In May 1940, all German soldiers marched unrestrictedly for three days and two nights, creating a miracle in the history of war.