[The precious and scarce ammunition only lasted for two rounds before it was exhausted. The major departments had to send monks to fight again, and this time they had to face more and stronger monsters. This was an extremely serious battle.
A fierce battle, no matter the outcome, only life or death]
[At the same time, around the world, people of different races and countries are facing the same tragic situation. Small countries that are weak and close to the maelstrom soon fell and became a paradise for monsters. The United Nations called for international rescue.
No one responded. From the beginning of the maelstrom to now, it has only been a few days, and only a few powerful countries are still resisting]
[However, the monsters seemed to be endless, constantly tearing at the nerves of the practitioners. Gradually, there were more and more casualties, and the number of camps housing the corpses changed from one to two or three...]
[Shi Shengcun’s spirit covers half of the Bohai Sea, monitoring the sea all the time. After each battle, the practitioners recover their spiritual energy, simply close their eyes and rest, and then engage in a new round of resistance... The Dalian Port seems to have transformed.
For the sake of a meat grinder, the monster corpses piled up on the dock are getting higher and higher, gradually turning into a mountain. However, under the maelstrom, more monsters are still pouring out on time]
[Finally, at dawn the next day, you got the news that Sun Xiao had died in the battle, and his body was swallowed by monsters, without leaving a single word]
[At 10:23 a.m., a new round of attacks struck, Shen Shanjing was seriously injured, Yang Congxian, deputy chief of the Ninth Division, Yuan Xinglu, chief of the Sixth Division, deputy chief of the Fifteenth Division and others were killed]
[1:12 PM...Huang Yin was injured, the deputy chief of the second division died in battle, and the leader of the seventh division Fang Ping died in battle]
[At 5:10 in the evening... the seventh-level monsters landed. A total of five heads of the second, sixteenth, eighteenth, tenth and fourth divisions were killed. The remaining monsters broke through the defense line and invaded the rear. Wang Daming, Xie Qingke, Zhu Sha, Xiao Ningyu
, Tang Jinding is waiting for death]
[At 7:30 in the evening, the false eighth-grade monster surfaced, and Shi Shengcun led his first division to fight against it. They won a tragic victory and suffered numerous casualties]
[At 8:20 pm, you come out of your daze]
…
The blurry scene in front of me slowly became clear.
Time accelerated and stopped, and Cheng Lin found that he was still standing where he was, but the scene in front of him had changed.
The scarred pier.
Mountains of monster corpses.
The stinky bodily fluids flowing freely mixed with the rainwater and accumulated into pools.
As if the camp was swept by a strong wind, and the sea was swept by a raging tide, the huge iron frame that he and Hu Rui had climbed on had fallen to the ground, twisted, and some cars had been detonated, turning into a ball of rising black smoke.
stuff, but no one paid attention to it.
The sky is dark.
The light coming from the mountains behind me became much sparser.
The huge pier was full of people, some were meditating and resting, and more were just staring blankly at the sea with dull eyes.
The few who were standing were slowly pulling the bodies back from the beach.
Exploding spiritual energy floated in the air, and the big speaker had no sound, as if it was broken. Only suppressed screams of pain and cries could be heard, but no one knew where they came from.
"Alive?"
Cheng Lin was sizing up the scene in front of him when suddenly, he heard a voice coming from beside him.
He looked over and found that there were several "armors" lying on the ground beside him, probably taking a short rest here.
The person who spoke to him was a young man who was approaching. He was leaning against a container. His two legs covered with metal armor lay lazily on the ground. The armor on his upper body had a lot of damage, such as dents, twists, and damage. It was just the helmet.
But he took it off and put it in his hand, along with the sharp knife.
That was a young man with wheat-colored skin.
The eye sockets are slightly deep, making the eyes look lively. There is a light layer of stubble on the chin, which slightly erases some of the youthfulness.
My hair is probably flat due to wearing a helmet for a long time.
At this moment, he was looking at him coldly.
Cheng Lin frowned, he didn't recognize the other person.
"I don't know you." Cheng Lin said.
The young man said in a cold tone: "A person like you is not worthy of knowing me. Although I can't see the details, I can also feel that your cultivation level is not low, but you can sit in the back openly, doing nothing, no
Speaking of fighting hard, even the logistics are not touched, which is really rare."
Cheng Lin was startled for a moment and was about to say something when he heard another man in armor next to the young man sigh: "You should talk less. Many people from the Nine Divisions died in the battle..."
"But this does not include him. I look down on such cowards and cowards the most!"
"Okay...save your energy."
"Why bother? You're going to die sooner or later anyway. If it's not today, it's tomorrow. What do you care about?"
"You...the principal will always find a way."
Several people in armor started talking, and the eyes on Cheng Lin left one by one. Only then did Cheng Lin suddenly understand where the hostility of these people came from. It seemed that time had accelerated during this period, and he should have remained still.
.
Xiaoxiao, he didn't try to explain anything, there was no need anyway.
He just stood up and walked forward slowly.
Look for familiar faces among the slumped crowd.
Unfortunately, it was too dark and difficult to find. I did meet a few people from Jiusi along the way, but either their eyes were blank, or they looked at him with a cold look and did not speak.
.
It seems that he was hiding in the background during this period, but after all, many people saw it and remembered it in their hearts.
Then, naturally, I looked down on him a little.
"Why are you here?"
Suddenly, a familiar figure walked out of a tent.
It's Huang Yin.
At this moment, she was in a miserable state. The sunglasses she never left her hand were gone, and her delicate face was full of exhaustion and blood stains.
"Deputy Secretary Huang..."
"Don't pay attention to their eyes, just wake up and you'll be fine." Huang Yin said in a tired and gentle tone, which was completely different from her usual elegant style.
"Actually, I didn't..."
Cheng Lin was interrupted by Huang Yin mid-sentence, "No need to explain anything, you are still young. Not everyone can face the death of those around them and still remain strong."
This is...Huang Yin mistakenly thought that she was in a trance because she saw her friends, classmates, and teachers around her die one after another?
Perhaps in the process of time accelerating, I was indeed left with only a soulless body, just like the many practitioners on the pier who were stunned and had no sight in their eyes.
Cheng Lin didn't explain, just asked: "How is the situation?"
"I don't know, but I think the order to retreat will probably be issued soon."
"retreat?"
"Well, as you can see, in just three or two days, half of the country's elite cultivators have been almost disabled, and the mid-level cultivators are either dead or injured. Do you think we still have a chance of winning?" Huang Yin pulled him away.
He walked a little further away, his voice bitter.
"But what should we do here after we retreat? Give them this city? But what if more and more monsters come out of the space door? Continue to retreat? Where will the retreat end?" Cheng Lin asked.
Huang Yin glanced at him with firm eyes: "The worst situation I imagined is that there is no way to retreat."
After a pause, she suddenly said in a bleak tone: "However, that is the worst plan. It has not reached that point yet. Although the person is disabled, we still have the last weapon."
"You mean..." Cheng Lin suddenly remembered a term.
"That's right." A pale smile appeared on Huang Yin's tired face, and then she spat out two thrilling words: "Nuclear bomb."