The battle lasted for more than ten hours. It was not until two more dragons came to support that the beast tide finally receded.
But outside Petersburg, it has turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Countless mutated beast corpses, mixed with some human corpses, were piled together haphazardly.
Seeing that the beast tide had finally receded, the Ross soldiers, who were originally in despair, all raised their arms and shouted.
However, among the deafening shouts, some people's expressions were so gloomy that they were almost dripping with water.
There were not many of them, only about forty or fifty people.
There was a strong look of grief on everyone's faces.
And when the cheers reached their ears, it seemed extremely harsh at the moment. Someone immediately cursed angrily: "So many people have died, they are so happy!"
"Anyway, the people who died were not Russians. Pushkin, Andrei, and Ivanlov are all still alive. Of course they are happy."
"Fuck, what is this? Why do we come to help these guys who are gloating about their misfortune?"
"I heard that the higher-ups are considering the overall situation, but for this overall situation, our sacrifice must be too great!"
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Discussions continued, and an oriental man with a bloody face came over and shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up, what are you talking about?"
"General."
Seeing Zhang Zhen approaching, all the Yanhua Evolvers immediately shut their mouths even if they felt unhappy.
At this moment, several people from Ross' side came over.
However, Zhang Zhen, whose face was stained with blood, pretended not to see it. While looking at Ding Zhen, he asked in a deep voice: "How is it? Have our losses been calculated?"
"Um."
Ding Zhen nodded solemnly and said gloomily: "A total of forty-three brothers have not returned, and even their bones have not been found."
"And pineapple..."
After a slight pause, Ding Zhen continued with a sad face: "And General Huangli has not come back either."
"If not for the support of two more dragons from Jing'an, I might not be able to come back!"
"In just ten hours, one-third of the soldiers were killed?" Zhang Zhen said with a face full of self-blame, and immediately added: "How should I explain to their wives and children after I go back?"
"General, this is not your fault."
Ding Zhen said something quickly and continued in a deep voice: "None of us thought that there would be as many as nine level nine mutant beasts here in the North Pole."
"What we need to consider now is, what should we do next?"
"Although there are still more than 80 seventh-level evolvers, their condition is not good at this time. Do we still want to continue to guard here?"
"Now that the battle is over, of course we have to go back." Zhang Zhen said with a heavy face, and immediately turned to look at Pushkin behind him.
Although their expressions instantly turned ugly, he still said in a deep voice: "Now that the beast tide has receded, we should go back."
"Go back... go back?"
Pushkin said with a stiff face, and immediately said urgently: "Although the beast tide has retreated for the time being, the mutant beasts outside the city have not left!"
"If you go back now, Petersburg will definitely not be able to be defended."
"Once the mutated beasts from the North Pole begin to move south, it will not take more than ten days at most before they threaten Kyoto."
"Well, I understand everything you said." Zhang Zhen nodded slightly and continued: "The reason why we came here this time is also for this reason."
"But you can see the result now."
"Even if there are four giant dragons with level nine strength and one hundred and twenty-six level seven evolvers, they are still no match for those arctic mutant beasts outside the city."
As he said this, Zhang Zhen pointed at the miserable Yanhua warriors behind him, and continued in a deep voice: "In just a dozen hours, one-third of the warriors I brought were killed."
"Although we have achieved some results, we have not been able to kill any of the ninth-level mutant beasts."
"But the beast tide outside the city has not completely receded yet. Even if we stay, do you think Petersburg can be defended?"
"Perhaps next time we attack the city, there may be a few more level nine mutant beasts."
"No, we can hold on." Pushkin said in a deep voice, and immediately said eagerly: "You Yanhua has a Holy Spirit, just send it here!"
"Don't say there are only nine ninth-level mutant beasts. Even if the number is doubled, we can still defend it!"
"Holy Spirit, what Holy Spirit?" Zhang Zhen pretended to be confused and immediately denied: "Why haven't I heard that we Yanhua have the Holy Spirit?"
"Where did you get this news? You must not have been deceived!"
"It's now time, so stop hiding it." Pushkin turned over his hand and took out a tablet, pointed at the screen and said, "What is this thousand-meter giant dragon if it's not the Holy Spirit?"
"And look at the city under the dragon, isn't it the glorious Kyoto?"
"Um..." A look of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Zhen's face. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, but he immediately said: "Okay, I admit, we have a Holy Spirit-level dragon."
"But there must be no way to send that giant dragon here?"
"Why?" A look of confusion flashed across Pushkin's face, and he asked urgently: "As long as we send it here, the crisis here can be completely solved!"
"You can even go directly into the North Pole and completely eliminate all the mutant beasts inside."
"Hey, it's not that simple." Zhang Zhen sighed with a depressed expression, and continued with a look of helplessness: "If possible, of course we also want to eliminate the mutant beasts in the Arctic."
"But the shadow of Fuso wishes we could do this!"
"What do you mean?" Pushkin frowned and said, and immediately asked in a deep voice: "What does this have to do with the shadow of Fuso?"
"Is it possible that that wretched guy can still threaten the security of Kyoto?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact." Zhang Zhen's eyes flashed with a vague light, and he continued: "You should have heard about the matter of Glory City!"
"You mean?"
A look of disbelief flashed across Pushkin's face, and he said urgently: "The demon armor that Na'mi lost was obtained by the shadow of Fuso?"
"Yes." Zhang Zhen nodded in agreement and continued: "That guy is currently trying to unlock the third layer of seals on the Demon God Armor."
"The condition for unlocking it is to absorb a large number of human souls."
"The population of Kyoto and Jing'an has already exceeded 100 million. Once Shadow takes over, he will be an invincible existence."
"So even if we have a Holy Spirit, we can't let it participate in the battle here in the Arctic."
"Then you mean that Petersburg has no choice but to give up?" Pushkin's face suddenly sank, and he said with a face full of unwillingness: "Is there any way for you to come up with another Holy Spirit?"
