I was Born in Hell

blood and fire.

The battle song of the torrent of steel and the endless tide of corpses.

The sounds of human beings fighting, the roaring bursts of artillery fire, the screams of missiles piercing through the air, and the screams of carrion monsters constitute the most tragic symphony in the world.

The battlefield has become a Shura hell, with broken limbs and arms everywhere, and the ground is full of flesh and blood mud left by rotting corpses and monsters. When the boots step on it, muscle fibers or some brittle bones will be squeezed, and there will be a "creaking" sound. There was a sound, but when it was lifted, there was a piece of meat sticking to the sole, pulling out a long silk thread like cheese.

Our army is brave.

Countless warriors went forward one after another, with blood and tears infecting their chests, stepping on the scarlet earth to drive away the tide of carrion step by step.

"commander……"

"The death toll of our army..."

In the empty command room, there were only a few people sitting in the command room, and the observers kept sending battle reports from the front line.

Although the human beings sounded the horn of counterattack, tore apart the formation of the rotting corpse monsters, and even had the tendency to counterattack, the number of casualties was also rising sharply, and a large number of soldiers sacrificed bravely every moment.

One hour, two hours, five hours, ten hours.

The battlefield has turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood. Hot bullet casings pop out of the gun hall and fall into the quagmire, setting off bursts of green smoke, which actually burns and roasts the surrounding mush.

Although the soldiers are full of the spirit of sacrifice, their bodies will also feel fatigued and sluggish.

The endless tide of corpses is still vast, but the human soldiers have reached their limit after fighting all day, but even so they are still fighting tenaciously.

you can't imagine...

A soldier was dripping with blood. The blood of the rotting corpse monster covered every corner of his body. The blood left by his comrades around him covered it, and then covered it with a thick layer of ashes. This process was repeated continuously.

Pinch your palms a little.

The hard shell made of a large piece of meat paste fell off, just like a beggar chicken before the end of the world, except that the layer of clay wrapped around it was replaced by plasma ash.

But even so, the soldiers are still fighting.

"Go ahead."

A soldier was exhausted and slowly fell into a pool of blood. The follow-up team endured tears and continued to move forward. No one escaped. All the soldiers and heroes had only one thing in their minds.

Battle to the death! !

The battle goes from day to night, and from night to dawn.

A whole day has passed in the blink of an eye, both humans and corpses have fallen into the seed of the abyss of death, and when the first soft light of dawn shone on the people, all the blood-soaked warriors exuded a radiance worse than rotting corpses. To smell bad.

Wu Ze.

Wu Zheng.

The two powerful beings who were regarded as "war gods" by the soldiers did not know how many alien species had been killed.

Those hunters exhausted all their powers one hundred percent, their hands and feet were no longer in control, and they kept twitching because of being too exhausted, mechanically beheading the monster in front of them to death.

Look at those ordinary soldiers again.

The firearms and weapons in their hands have long been burned into red iron rods, and many of them have run out of ammunition a few hours ago.

But the bullets ran out, so I put on the bayonet and went to fight, the blade became blunt, so I swung my fist to smash it, and when I lost all strength, I pressed the detonation button of the grenade, and died with those carrion monsters.

One night, just one night.

The number of rotting corpse monsters has dropped from eight million to about three million, while the number of human warriors is nonexistent.

More than 90% of the soldiers died in the counterattack of this huge wave of corpses. Every sacrifice of a hero has brought thousands of times the enemy's life.

"It's over."

"Generals, generals, we have done our best."

Commander Wu Lie in the command room said in a low voice, "I am proud of all the soldiers at the Panshan base."

Humanity has done its best.

Our weapons and ammunition have been exhausted, and the cards in the missile wells have also been exhausted. Tanks fired all the shells,

Then he used his steel body to crush the bodies of countless carrion monsters until he was stuck in the muddy meat sauce and could not move.

Although unwilling to admit it.

But in the end we will lose this war.

There are still a huge number of more than three million corpses in the vast and endless corpses, and a considerable part of these remaining corpses are alien species with terrifying abilities.

"Everyone!!"

"Being able to fight to this extent, we have been able to enter the annals of history, and you have created a miracle."

"Now I issue the final order. All soldiers launch a final charge to fight for the last time. After all the soldiers died, the bombers ignited the remaining tar bombs and set up a wall of fire for defense."

"All civilians in the Panshan base, old, weak, sick, women and children, leave the base immediately!!"

Commander Wu Lie issued the final order.

Like the "Commander Wu" who once captured the base, he chose to make the final sacrifice and let the old, weak, women and children leave first.

Commander Wu Lie took one last look at the console, took off his military cap, and joined the human counterattack army with the last garrison.

The last bomber is ready to take off.

After all the soldiers sacrificed, the tar bombs would burn a wall of fire, completely separating the battlefield from the base, and while the flames were burning, the old, weak, women and children in the base would be able to buy enough time to escape.

Although the hope of survival in the future is slim, it can retain a trace of fire.

sacrifice.

We are going to sacrifice.

We are going to die.

But none of the fighters regretted it.

"Brothers, let's fight to the death together!!"

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, I'm finally going to follow in the footsteps of those brothers."

When the first ray of light shone on the cheeks covered with blood and mud fly ash, those soldiers actually showed some smiles, and death seemed to become less scary.

Only one-tenth of the remaining fighters.

Desperate and full of hope, they finally rushed in the direction of the corpses.

The weapons in many people's hands could no longer be used, and they abruptly drew out their short knives and daggers, wanting to fight those monsters to the death.

The bombers have followed the instructions and are ready to drop tar incendiary bombs to the forefront of the battlefield. When all the dead and sacrificed in battle, the sea of ​​​​hell will burn again.

However... at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A certain general who was guarding the last shift at the central station of the base suddenly issued a strange order.

"Bombers on standby...don't drop incendiary bombs..."

"They are here, our reinforcements are here, we are finally here!!"

Many soldiers showed blank expressions when they heard the news.

reinforcements? ?

Are there really reinforcements? ?

The earth is trembling! !

The sky became eclipsed, and bursts of dark clouds stirred in the high sky, as if there were silver dragons shuttling.

Suddenly a thunderbolt fell to the ground, turning the rotting corpses with a radius of hundreds of meters into charcoal, and amidst the thunderstorm and lightning, a figure floated in midair out of thin air.

"we are coming."

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