In Fortress No. 2, there was a roar of people and the sound of killing was loud.

This fierce battle has lasted for several hours.

Starting from midnight, the Dra Zerg began to launch a tidal wave of attacks.

One wave after another, rushing towards Fortress No. 2 like a tidal wave.

On top of the fortress, hundreds of lichs shuttled back and forth in the air like ominous crows, pouring all kinds of dark spells towards the bottom of the fortress.

The human priests and mages stood on the ground and kept firing into the air.

Black, green, yellow, white, blue... all kinds of spells crisscrossed in the air, unusually gorgeous.

Unknowingly, a gray light has appeared in the eastern sky - it won't be too long before dawn.

In the fortress, Amu, a soldier from the Fourth Division of the Lingshan National Independence and Freedom Army, kept shooting out. Due to the high-intensity fighting, he had forgotten how long he had been fighting, as if he had been in this bunker all his life.

Fighting involves repeating the monotonous action of loading, shooting, loading, and shooting.

Next to him, the machine gunman Anderson's machine gun still kept "Dangdang" firing, but the tunnel of the machine gun pipe had been hit, as if heated the iron bar in the stove, almost all of them were melted.

There was also a wooden barrel thrown next to him. This originally contained water used to cool down the machine gun, but at this time, the barrel was empty, and there was no drop of water to be found.

However, for the soldiers, this is not impossible. Whenever the temperature of the machine gun is too high, Anderson will shout, and someone will come over, pull down his pants, and urinate into the barrel of the gun.

As soon as the liquid touched the barrel of the gun, it made a popping sound. At the same time, streams of white steam came out.

The entire bunker was filled with a sense of arrogance.

But later, none of the soldiers could pee.

The ground inside the bunker was flooded with bullet casings - the fighting was going on without interruption, and no one bothered to clean up and recover the shell casings.

You know, because brass custom-loaded bullets are too expensive, the coalition forces have strict regulations on the recycling of bullet casings. In many cases, each department has to take the recovered bullet casings in order to successfully receive new bullets from the logistics department.

However, the logistics soldiers couldn't care less about this at this time. They desperately sent the ammunition from the rear to the front line of the position. Running back and forth, they were so tired that they stuck out their tongues more than a foot long like dogs.

Therefore, Amu and the others could only stand in the pile of bullet casings that could bury their feet and fight hard.

After a whole night of high-intensity fighting, the soldiers had exhausted all their adrenaline, and the fatigue was sweeping over them uncontrollably.

Amu felt that his calves were shaking, and his shoulders had lost all feeling. He couldn't even feel the recoil when he fired.

His arms were already numb and his fingers were sore. If he was asked to put down the gun now, he couldn't do it. Because his arms were completely stiff, he could only keep shooting.

The flamethrowers of the Orc Grenadier have long been thrown aside, and there is no fuel for them to set fire to their heart's content.

Right now, he was fighting like the soldiers of the Caribbean Division, relying on his strong arm strength to throw the grenades piled under his feet into the swarm of insects on the opposite side, or use his shotgun to blast the monsters that rushed in.

The mages of the coalition forces were behind them, throwing spells to the opposite side, killing a large number of monsters.

But the mage looked even more miserable than Amu and the others. Due to excessive consumption of mana, the mage's thick winter clothes had been soaked with sweat. His face was pale without any blood and turned into a dull blue-gray. His body was shaky and he was leaning on the staff.

To stand firm.

Many people took out stimulating potions and drank them in large gulps to stimulate the last bit of potential in their bodies, and then went into battle again.

The soldiers still fired bullets, and the wizards used all their own magic power.

The sequelae of excessive consumption of mana are very serious. Even if the battle ends now, they will have to lie in bed for several days, and they will not be able to relax for several weeks.

It is the desire for victory that supports them in fighting hard. They have all seen the scene of being rushed into the fortress by monsters. They will definitely be cut into pieces and eaten by monsters when the time comes - no one wants to be buried in the mouth of a insect.

When Anderson fired off the ammunition chain on the machine gun as quickly as possible, and then replaced the ammunition chain with a new one while cursing, a dazzling figure passed by the bunker.

He brandished a bright lightsaber, like a huge and sharp iron plow, flowing out a channel from the monster. Wherever he went, monster corpses were flying in the sky.

It was Marshal Lorraine who guarded the fortress.

Seeing the commander-in-chief fighting on the front line with his own eyes, Amu and the others were refreshed. Even the boss was risking his life, so they, the little soldiers, had nothing to complain about.

Moreover, Marshal 'Lorraine' had been fighting in person for several hours, and he was still as lively and energetic as before, running around the fortress and appearing there whenever the situation was critical.

This kind of situation can't help but make people sigh, this man is really awesome.

They were so tired from just pulling the trigger that they were almost spitting out their tongues, but Lord Lorraine was killing people with one sword after another.

With this physical strength... no wonder he has a girlfriend with more than two tables of mahjong.

As soon as Marshal Lorraine passed by, the insect tide in front of the bunker had already surged up again.

They opened their big mouths, roared, jumped over the corpses of their companions, and rushed towards the bunker. They could barely reach a distance of twenty meters.

Seeing this, Sylvie was immediately horrified and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fire, fire, fire with all your strength..."

His voice had long since become hoarse due to shouting too much, as if it was mixed with sand and was extremely unpleasant to hear.

The soldiers all jumped up, raised their rifles, and fired at the insect swarm.

The orc soldier also laughed ferociously, and then tied twenty high-explosive grenades together with cloth strips. After pulling the string, he picked up the tail of the long cloth strip, spun it around a few times, and finally shook it hard.

Got out.

Although he used his greatest strength, so many grenades were still too heavy and could barely land at a distance of twenty meters.

Seeing this situation, all the soldiers in the bunker were scared to death - more than twenty grenades exploded at the same time, and the power was no less than a heavy artillery shell.

At such a close distance, they are likely to be affected.

Therefore, all of them fell to the ground while yelling curses.

But at this time, they saw that the swarm of insects had already stepped over Chi Chi's burning grenade, completely submerging it.

Immediately, a loud "boom" was heard.

A powerful shock wave mixed with dust rushed into the bunker's firing port like a sandstorm, causing everyone to cough.

They all got up from the ground immediately, all of them looking gray and disgraced.

Lamy was furious and yelled at the orc: "nmbd~! Are you crazy? Do you want to blow us up too?"

Amu suddenly became nervous: According to legend, these orcs all have bad tempers. They will fight with others if they disagree.

But unexpectedly, the orc soldier smiled honestly. He pointed outside and said, "Aren't you afraid of insects rushing up? Look, this effect is actually very good."

Everyone couldn't help but froze, and turned their heads to look outside.

At this time, it was seen that the gunpowder smoke outside had gradually dissipated, and the swarm of insects that originally rushed up had disappeared, leaving only a large pit with a radius of several meters.

Not far away, a bombed and maimed insect was screaming and struggling.

Immediately, a series of bullets flew in, tearing open its hard shell and drilling in. At the same time, streams of green liquid splashed out from its body.

The insect raised its head, roared one last time toward the sky, and then fell down in an extremely tragic manner.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh for a while. Although these insects were low-level creatures, they were so brave and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, someone heard someone shout loudly: "It's coming up again from behind."

Everyone was shocked and looked into the distance. Sure enough, they saw the insects behind them jumping and roaring, rushing towards them.

"Fire, fire, fire..." Sylvie's hoarse voice sounded again.

The soldiers raised their weapons one after another.

"Machine gun, how is the machine gun? Anderson, you idiot, hurry up."

Amid Sylvie's scolding, Anderson pulled the trigger of the gun hard and then pulled the trigger again.

"Chuchuchu..." The muzzle of the gun immediately spurted out a half-foot-long flame, and red dots visible to the naked eye rushed out of the gun chamber and rushed towards something not far away.

Those bugs fell to the ground in pieces like harvested wheat straw. But after only a second, the bugs behind them swarmed up again.

The lichs were fighting in the sky while constantly looking towards higher places in the sky. By now, the fight should have consumed enough human power, right?

Now, should the War Fortress go out and give the enemy a fatal blow?

But until now, there is still no order coming.

Don't you think the enemy's strength is not enough?

Since there was no order coming, they could only grit their teeth and continue fighting - this was a critical moment that related to the survival of the undead, and there must be no slacking off at all.

Otherwise, even if they survive in the future, they will only be hunted down by humans like wild dogs, and they will never have peace.

The lich Mighty Balder, who was holding the formation at the rear and monitoring the Zerg attack, watched the time pass by little by little. His patience gradually ran out, and he kept wandering in place, hesitating whether to fly to the war again.

Fortress, urge Ed Wood...

To the east of the No. 2 Military Station, on the Eagle Division's position, the soldiers all held their guns tightly, holding on to their positions, and stayed up all night.

However, the Zerg did not attack them in order to concentrate their efforts on attacking the military station.

Since it was dark, the Eagle Division did not take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack. However, a huge open space had been cleared behind their position, next to the legion headquarters.

The soldiers were busy unloading pieces of metal plates from the carriage not far away, and then, under the command of the magician, they were pieced together on the ground.

If you look down from the air, you can see a huge magic circle taking shape...

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Seeing the high priest's sudden display of power, the elders of the Dragon Clan dropped the icicles that sealed the lava lake, and then they all retreated back quickly with unusual dexterity.

Everyone retreated to the entrance of the cave. The dragon elder Ivitrias held up a green light to protect everyone behind him. He watched the high priest of the undead opposite with high vigilance.
To be continued...