Everyone hopes that they can reach Grasse City alive.
Buzz buzz!!
The air raid sirens in Grasse City suddenly sounded.
After everyone heard the siren, they immediately hid in their homes or nearby houses.
More than 200,000 Dragon Peak warriors began to gather.
Yang Xin, wearing a dragon-top uniform, stood on the high platform of the headquarters and was announcing tasks.
Yang Xin said: "Soldiers, brothers, and families, we have just received news that one million tons of grain sent from Caoshan Camp has set off. The soldiers were attacked by monsters on the road, and some brothers have already died.
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"I know that at this moment, no one has a full stomach and it is difficult to cheer up and fight, but today, we have to fight!"
Every soldier looked at Yang Xin quietly, and some of them had already lowered their heads to wipe away tears.
Who says a man won’t shed tears easily? It’s just that he hasn’t reached the sad point yet.
Those soldiers who sacrificed their lives were all their brothers from Long Dian. They were sons, they were husbands, and they were also fathers. There were even many soldiers who were missing the girls who were waiting for him to return home.
How could they not shed tears?
"Are you afraid?" Yang Xin shouted.
"Don't be afraid!" the hungry brothers shouted in the loudest voices.
Because there was not enough food in Grass City, Yang Xin had to reduce the food for everyone in order to prolong survival.
The original three meals a day was reduced to two meals a day.
From being able to eat enough at first, it has reduced to not being able to eat enough.
The soldiers ate a lot of food, two meals a day, and each meal was not full, so that everyone was hungry, although they would not starve to death.
But people who don’t have enough to eat don’t have much strength.
However, there is no way, there is not enough food in the city.
Yang Xin took a deep breath.
Seeing so many brothers unable to fill their stomachs, why doesn't she feel uncomfortable?
However, they must face this bravely.
Yang Xin shouted: "As your commander, I am very sorry that I cannot let everyone fill their stomachs. However, we are the hope of more than 500,000 people in the city of Grasse. We cannot bow our heads in the face of disaster."
Everyone's expression was heavy.
Yang Xin said: "One million tons of food from Caoshan Camp is on the way. Brothers are working hard to support us. But now, we can't retreat!"
"Never retreat!" someone yelled.
"I will never bow to fate. We Dragon Peak warriors are by no means greedy for life and afraid of death."
"Even if we are hungry, we can still carry guns and butcher knives!" the soldiers roared one after another.
"God of War, give the order!"
"Please give orders from the God of War!"
"Please give the order from the God of War!" everyone shouted in unison.
Listening to these people's words, Yang Xin felt a little more comforted.
Yang Xin shouted: "Soldiers, brothers, we have to leave the city, clear the railway tracks leading to Grasse City, and stay there until the team from Caoshan Camp comes."
"In the future, we may have to go through battles for several days without rest. Are you afraid?"
"Afraid, but there is no way out!"
"Afraid, but I have no choice!"
"Please give the order from the God of War!" the crowd roared.
Yang Xin heard this and said: "Okay, since everyone is like this, I won't say anything more. In this expedition, I will rush to the battlefield with all my brothers and fight until death."
"Now, let us shout our slogan again, loudly."
"Never admit defeat!"
"never back down!"
"Never betray!" the crowd roared, and their voices echoed through the sky.