Doomsday Super Farm

9 minutes ago, in the Gulunoa Desert, the dilapidated and scarred Tower of Babel finally could no longer hold on after enduring countless bombings from the Kunlun giant ship. Those towers made of extremely high-strength metal

The body completely collapsed.

With an explosion that resounded throughout the world, the huge miraculous building collapsed into countless broken pieces on the desert.

The sky was filled with dark smoke, and large amounts of metal fragments were sputtering around like raindrops.

"The degree of target destruction is 100%!"

"The target mechanical structure was completely destroyed!"

"The target electronic core is completely destroyed!"

"No restoration value, no restoration possible!"

In the command room, several beeps from the Kunlun giant ship rang in Li Tianran's ears, and the scarlet light spot representing the Tower of Babel on the satellite screen had completely disappeared.

"It collapsed!"

"Finally done!"

At this moment, not only the command room, but also the human coalition forces on the battlefield who saw this scene burst into fanatical shouts.

The giant city escaped.

The Tower of Babel was knocked down.

The beast tide in the desert will also be wiped out.

This war...is finally over.

Li Tianran was not immersed in the joy of victory. He used a detector to quickly determine the location of the giant city. After confirming that it had really left the battlefield and could not return within a short period of time, he immediately reported to the generals of the coalition forces.

A series of instructions were issued.

"I will leave from here immediately, and I order a complete end to the war as soon as possible!"

"There is no need to pursue the fleeing beasts!"

"Treat the wounded, clean the battlefield, and collect the remains of the Tower of Babel!"

"Calculate the battle losses. After all this is done, lead the troops back to their respective stations immediately!"

Li Tianran explained the four orders very quickly, and then gave another order to the Kunlun giant ship, ordering it to immediately rise to high altitude and rush towards the T-119 defense line with all its strength.

In the Great Desert of Grennoia, news of the fiasco of the ancient civilization will soon be transmitted to each other through the means of communication between the apostles.

What can be expected is that Zhang Shoucheng's troops on the T-119 defense line are probably experiencing extremely terrifying pressure now.

Every second Li Tianran's speed slows down, hundreds of soldiers may die on the defense line.

"We are moving forward... we are expected to reach the sky above the T-119 defense line in thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds!"

Kunlun Giant Ship quickly made a time estimate, which was not much different from Li Tianran's previous prediction.

"..."

Li Tianran looked at the T-119 communication radio station, which still had no signal reply, and clenched his hands tightly behind his back.

To be honest, Zhang Shouteng's ability to hold on until now was beyond his expectation.

He owned the Kunlun giant ship and a large number of coalition forces. He fought with two apostle groups at the same time in the Great Desert of Gulennoa. He defeated the enemy with great difficulty. The defensive force of the T-119 defense line was too weak. With only one

The incomplete Northern Legion and a temporary army were facing two apostles and a miraculous building at the same time...

Almost no one, including Li Tianran, could imagine what a tragic scene it would be.

If the difficulty of today's battle in the desert is [difficult level], then the difficulty of the T-119 defense line is [hell level]!

The Kunlun giant ship flew towards the defense line at a speed exceeding several times the speed of sound. Soon, the desert disappeared from Li Tianran's sight...

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The dense horde of beasts has climbed up to the tallest signal tower in the center of the battlefield.

Zhang Shoucheng looked at the battlefield with a trace of nostalgia and emotion in his eyes.

He remembered that his whole life had been spent in war and artillery fire.

When he was born, the Federation was invaded by foreign enemies. At a young age, he had never even seen his grandparents. He still learned from his parents that his grandparents died in the arduous eight-year war to found the country.

When he grew older, the European Union planned to invade the Southern Dynasty and conduct military activities on the federal border. In order to resist the EU's ambitions, the newly established Federation once again mobilized troops to the Southern Dynasty and went to the Southern Dynasty. His father also died gloriously.

Became a member of the expeditionary force.

After that battle, Zhang Shoucheng lost his father and gained the title of "martyrdom".

When he turned eighteen, despite his mother's objections, he resolutely put on the same military uniform as his grandfather and father again and embarked on that glorious but difficult road.

Since then, his figure has appeared on the battlefield again and again.

War to aid South Africa to resist Europe, war to aid Laos to resist Europe, border self-defense war, self-defense counterattack...

From an unknown soldier, he gradually became squad leader, company commander, and platoon leader.

His position is getting higher and higher, and there are fewer and fewer familiar faces who joined the army with him and lived in the same camp.

"Xiao Yang from Huze died in the Battle to Aid the South..."

"Li Huzi of Nanming died in a self-defense battle..."

"Lao Tie, Ming Guang... served as the vanguard in the counterattack and failed to come back..."

"..." Zhang Shoucheng recalled the friends and comrades-in-arms of his youth. Although most of them had been dead for many years, their voices, faces, and smiles appeared in his mind very clearly at this time.

After decades of military service, he has experienced countless battles, large and small.

At this time, Zhang Shoucheng suddenly missed his comrades who had died long ago.

In fact, he has always envied his comrades who died on the battlefield.

At the beginning, not just anyone could join the vanguard and death squads. They had to be strictly selected by their superiors. Only the most elite and loyal warriors could be selected. No one would retreat because of cowardice or fear of death.

After all, who can refuse the honor of "bringing honor to one's ancestors, leaving one's name in history, being brave and fearless, and leading by example"?

At first, he was young and in poor health, so he failed several applications to serve as a vanguard. Although he was lucky enough to survive the war, compared to his comrades who had died long ago, he always felt that something was missing in him.

He could never forget that on the night before a certain war, a comrade who was selected into the vanguard put his arm around his shoulders with a smile on his face and said: "Defend the city, I will become a household name after this battle tomorrow."

You are a great hero, you know... even if I die, my name will be recorded in the textbooks of our younger generations!"

"During the counterattack, Hu Xiaoxiao, who served as the vanguard... took the lead, was brave and fearless, and severely damaged the enemy army... died a heroic sacrifice!"

"Boy, you have to know! Not everyone has the privilege to die vigorously on the battlefield! You...you are still far behind!"

Zhang Shoucheng still remembers the look on his comrade's face that was extremely sincere and yearning when he said these words.

Later, more and more comrades said similar things to Zhang Shoucheng. They died on the road of charge and fulfilled their lifelong wish.

They died, but they were content.

Zhang Shoucheng survived and his status became higher and higher, but in his dreams for many years, he still dreamed of the faces of his former comrades countless times.

They still looked proud and patted Zhang Shoucheng on the shoulder.

"You kid, so what if you are the head of the military region now? Are you qualified to be like us, like a soldier... and die vigorously on the road to charge?"

Zhang Shoucheng stood up, holding tightly in his hand the only three-phase nuclear controller that could maintain signal stability on the battlefield.

In the past countless days and months, Zhang Shoucheng did not have this qualification.

But today...he felt like he had.

"Vanguard, death squads...you guys, haha, how could you be as big as the scene I saw today?"