In the valley filled with the smell of blood, blood suddenly flowed into a river and rolled away.
Speaking of which, the battlefield situation at this moment has already turned into a state of chaos.
The warriors of the Winter Army and the overwhelming mutant beasts were fighting in a melee.
Whenever there is lightning and people look at the scene of the valley, they can’t help but think of one word——
awful.
It's too awful.
Mutated beast corpses litter the fields, piled up like mountains.
The mutated beast that is not dead yet has fountains everywhere on its body - blood-red fountains.
Against the background of the electric light, it looks so poignant and moving.
However, compared with the misfortune of the human race, the misfortune of the mutant beasts is really not too miserable.
At this moment, for the mutant beasts, the valley is the scene of a large buffet dinner with food and drinks.
Moreover, they are all the top ingredient in the eyes of mutant beasts - life.
Moreover, there are too many lives.
You can eat whatever you want.
It's okay to eat it to death.
It's okay to eat it alive.
Click!
Click!
Click!
Ahhh!
Not the worst.
Only worse.
Even so, more and more mutant beasts are swarming in.
Think about it too.
With such a strong bloody smell and spreading far in the strong wind, how could it not attract the surrounding mutated beasts to feast on it?
The human warriors who participated in this field operation were pitiful. There were about 15,000 people in total, including 10,000 military warriors from the Winter Army, and a total of 5,000 social warriors including Zhongdu warriors.
Now, the Winter Army has been completely surrounded by the beasts in the valley.
At this moment, there are about 7,000 military warriors whose bodies are still intact. The other 3,000 people are actually a little inappropriate to say that their bodies are incomplete.
Because they are gone.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they disappeared piece by piece without a trace.
If the current situation continues, it won't take too long for the remaining 7,000 people to turn into shit and become the most fertile fertilizer in the northern land.
Social Warrior Troops.
The sudden violent storms, lightning and thunder not only did not cause the social warriors to collapse, but instead, led by middle-aged men in their forties and some powerful martial arts warriors, they became more and more courageous as they fought.
Especially the dozen or so small war groups in the peripheral war groups greatly boost the morale of social warriors.
Most of these small battle groups have one or several high-level martial arts generals in charge.
They faced hundreds of mutated beasts and refused to retreat, until rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up like mountains.
However, among the many small battle groups, there are also some teams formed by intermediate martial arts warriors and even junior martial arts warriors, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to those formed by high-level martial arts warriors.
Especially among these small war groups, there is another small war group that looks unique and awesome.
no way.
It’s okay if you don’t have to be awesome.
There are only two people in total.
One is a middle-aged man in his forties, with only the training of a high-level martial arts warrior.
One was a young man in his twenties, who was an intermediate martial arts warrior. His body was covered in blood holes and he was lying motionless on the ground.
However, even though there were only two of them, the number of mutant beasts they faced was quite a lot, as many as five or six hundred.
With such a disparity in strength, so what?
The middle-aged man in his forties was like a dancing butterfly, floating around with the young man in his twenties lying on the ground as the center, constantly killing the mutated beasts that were attacking.
After a short period of time, the middle-aged man in his forties would take the young man in his twenties to another place, and then start killing again.
"Lao Dao, if you use my body to siege the city for reinforcements, there's no need to be polite." A young man in his twenties said dryly.
"Captain, you're welcome," a middle-aged man in his forties said with a grin, "Thank you, captain, for not robbing me."
"..." The young man in his twenties was covered in blood and couldn't move even if he wanted to. "If I don't take it, it's all yours."
When he said this, a drop of blood and tears oozed from the eyes of the young man in his twenties, and then he said with a cry: "Mr. Dao, can you throw me into the center of the team?
This is not an option.
I want to sit cross-legged to practice and recover my body."
"That's not possible." A middle-aged man in his forties shook his head, "We are the only ones left in our team.
The captain was injured.
I have to protect the captain."
"Throwing me there is the greatest protection for me." A young man in his twenties cried, "Mr. Lao Dao, I'm dying, just throw me away?"
ok?
I beg you."
"Captain, I can't bear to do it." The middle-aged man in his forties frowned, "I want to protect the victory with the captain, fight for victory, and win, so that we can witness everything on the scene with our own eyes."
"Lao Dao," the young man in his twenties burst into tears, "Thank you.
But I really don't want to witness those things.
Just throw me away?!"
At this moment, an SS1-level mutated gray wolf rushed to his feet, opened its mouth and took a bite.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a middle-aged man in his forties chopped the SS1 mutated gray wolf into two pieces with one knife.
The next moment, a middle-aged man in his forties bent down and put away the mutant beast's materials with a loud click.
"Captain, don't worry, just let me protect you for a while longer?" The middle-aged man in his forties grinned and scratched the palm of his left hand, "Don't worry, I have the ability to keep the captain alive."
"Dao... Master Dao..." cried a young man in his twenties, "You are using me as bait. If you accidentally ignore it, I may be eaten by the mutant beasts in an instant.
you……
Look at my feet...feet.
My thumbs are gone."
"Captain, don't cry. When you cry, I feel uncomfortable." A middle-aged man in his forties slashed another SS1 mutated ocelot to death. While collecting materials, he continued: "Captain, it's over.
There is no such store in this village.
We must go all out now.
Come on."
…
In fact, there are reasons why middle-aged men in their forties do this.
The higher the level of a human warrior, the better the quality of life, and the greater the temptation and attraction to mutant beasts.
Especially for beast general-level mutant beasts, the martial arts warrior-level human race is their favorite food at this stage.
This kind of food can not only improve and improve their physical fitness, but also make their IQs jump and sublimate to a certain extent, and these are what they need most at the moment.
Besides, the young man in his twenties is an intermediate martial arts warrior, and he is also an intermediate martial arts warrior with blood holes all over his body.
There is no doubt that this is a delicacy that can be eaten immediately without resistance.
Which mutated beast wouldn't be anxious when seeing such delicious food so close and within easy reach?