My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

In a war, anyone who underestimates the enemy will pay a heavy price.

Lu Yongyi clearly understood this from beginning to end.

but others

Raft warriors, sand boat captains, and even a few big ship captains have learned from the successive deaths to this day.

"How many people died"

Sitting on the Tundra, whose deck had been smeared red with blood, looking at the alien corpses around him, Lu Yongyi covered the bleeding wound on his shoulder with sharp eyes.

At this moment, he thought of his old friend Qiu Xinghuo.

He even thought in his mind that if Starfire were alive now, the fleet would not be in today's predicament at all.

"Lu Suo, our battle loss rate exceeds 50%"

"The data is still being compiled"

“There are still 7 big ships, 18 small boats, and 22 raft ferries left!”

Zhang Long, who was slumped on the ground next to him, also had bloody mouths on his body, and there was an extremely terrifying blood hole on his leg.

If it weren't for the use of certain game props to stop the bleeding from these wounds.

His current injuries alone, let alone statistics, would cost him half his life just to say a word.

And the numbers that popped out of his mouth were shocking!

The battle loss rate of more than 50% means that the previous tundra fleet of 400,000 people, in this battle alone, more than 200,000 people fell forever in this sea area.

Moreover, half of the large ships that had been maintained at more than 15 ships were sunk in this battle.

The small boats were even more pitiful. Nearly 40 were lost in the First World War, causing unprecedented battle losses.

As for the raft ferry, because the aliens were not targeting them at the beginning of the general attack, this battle actually saved the largest number of them.

"How much ammunition do we have?"

Previously, Lu Yongyi was the most taboo, not letting everyone know about the ammunition issue.

At this moment, he seemed to have figured out something and asked the guard directly behind him.

But it's a pity that the voice that would reply immediately in the past did not sound.

Today, his questions went unanswered.

Lu Yongyi turned his head, and the next second, he closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't cry when he was stabbed twice by an alien, he didn't cry when a hole was stabbed in his shoulder by an alien, and he didn't cry when he didn't have a single intact skin on his body.

But for some reason, at this moment, on his gray-black face mixed with blood, there were two invisible clear tears running down, taking away some of the floating dust.

Behind him, there is a man.

A man with cracks all over his body, as if he had been bathed in blood.

When he died, he used the handle of the knife to hold his body up.

When he died, he stared ahead with an angry look.

Even when he died, he refused to spare himself the last bullet to end his pain.

He was bleeding and dying of pain.

Sensing Lu Yongyi's sadness from the inside out, all the survivors on the deck remained silent.

Sitting on the deck smelling of gunpowder smoke, everyone is a "lonely" beast.

They roared and licked the "wounds" on their bodies.

Just like those soldiers on earth who will suffer from PTSD after participating in the war, they are "losers" in this battle.

However, there are always exceptions.

Suddenly, crisp voices sounded from behind Lu Yongyi.

"We have run out of bullets for our machine guns. We still have 1,800 rounds for our rifles and 9,300 rounds for our pistols."

"There are fourteen explosive bags, four of 3kg, two of 5kg, and one of 10kg, and the remaining seven are all 1kg."

"We have 6,200 crossbows, 3,910 bows and arrows, 300 spears, 120 knives, and 220 spears!"

"We have 322 people!"

Compared with the crackling sound of burning wood and the screams under the boat, this sound was like a living spring, instantly pouring water into everyone's dry hearts.

The next second, everyone who was injured enough to support their bodies turned their heads in shock and looked at the place where the sound came from.

in their sight

The entrance to the main deck, which had been suppressed by collapsed wood, was suddenly lifted up.

At first, one arm held up a small gap, but then more than ten arms spread out from the gap and pushed it up.

Then, five spears appeared in the gap.

Using the lever principle, the wooden mast pressed against the entrance is moved very slowly.

But as time passed slowly, and after the little things were added up, the wood was finally slowly pried open and rolled away, revealing a gap below that was large enough for one person to pass through.

From this gap, a face that looked young but had tenacity written all over it rose up.

Her steps were firm, and she was holding a steel knife that did not match the shape of her face. Although the smell of the outside world was extremely pungent, she still walked out as if she had not smelled it.

Then, from behind her, familiar figures walked out.

In less than a minute, the second spring broke out on the "barren" deck!

All the crew members who had not been able to get out immediately due to the sudden start of the battle came up from the cabin with weapons at the moment when the fleet was about to live or die.

Never mind that there was still a lot of fear on their faces, and never mind the fear in their eyes.

At this moment, they can stand here.

enough!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

After saying hello three times, mixed with a little crying, Lu Yongyi shouted loudly with grief.

"I announce that the Tundra's emergency disaster response team has been established, with the first captain Kong Yangyu, deputy captains Yang Chan, and Dang Qi!"

"Captain Kong Yangyu leads the first team to other ships to search and rescue the remaining survivors, restore our contact with the raft team, and reorganize our defense line!"

"Vice-captain Yang Chan leads the second team to treat all the wounded at all costs!"

"Vice-captain Dang Qi led the third team to go to the bottom of the ship with materials to repair the damage to our ship. No matter what, the Tundra cannot be sunk!"

"promise!"

Watching three hundred people organized into three teams in an orderly manner, each began to perform their respective duties.

Lu Yongyi did not refuse the rescue team's decision to be the first to treat him.

He glanced at the time, it was already 6:08 in the afternoon.

There are only about six hours left before the "strongest" reinforcements in the wasteland arrive!

He knew that before he fell, the fleet still had hope and could wait until real reinforcements arrived.

But he wants to know even more, at this moment when the fleet reaches this "dead end", there are still those alien species who dare to come up and die with the humans!

"Brothers, if there are any brothers who are still alive, just say something and we will save you!"

"I'm here, there are more than a hundred people in our boat, we are stuck, help us!"

"Be careful and wait for us to come!"

There are basically five hundred people on each large ship. Even if it sinks, there are still a few hundred people who survive because of the good internal structure.

Within half an hour, through internal and external cooperation, the number of search and rescue teams increased, reaching a total of 1,500 people.

As the number of people increases, the efficiency of search and rescue also increases.

Before the next wave of tsunami came, all the big ships and half of the small boats were finally searched and rescued.

As for the rest, everyone did not give up. While preparing defensive measures to fight the tsunami, they continued to hammer at the gaps in the hull.

During this process, the raft warriors were not idle either. While collecting the treasure boxes that fell on the sea to strengthen their strength, they also tallied up the statistics of the previous battle.

The Tundra Fleet, which previously numbered 80,000 people, now only has 70,000 people left, and a full 10,000 people were directly killed in the last battle.

Converted into a percentage, this time the fleet’s death rate reached

57%!

At six o'clock in the afternoon in the wasteland, the average battle loss rate was 3%. This battle loss was scary enough, and it was enough to make those who knew about it despair.

But fortunately, compared with such an exaggerated death rate, the aliens who attacked the tundra fleet also suffered heavy casualties.

In this battle, they fought a total of 60,000 aliens!

The number was originally secretly gathered at 100,000, but by the time this battle was over, the alien death rate was even more terrifying than that of humans, reaching over 60%.

This number made them feel the pain.

This pain brings a lot of rest time for humans.

At least at this time, humans can still use the hour and a half before the tsunami to quickly organize and build a defense circle.

"Who sent you?"

"Ying Tian!"

It's 7:42 in the wasteland, and there are still 18 minutes before the tsunami arrives.

All the wounded on the Tundra have been treated. Due to the use of some magical drugs in the game, the human beings who were still at the gate of hell have come back to life again.

Below deck is already in a mess, and there is no time to rearrange and repair it.

So during the period when everyone on the ship could only stay on the main deck, everyone could see this bloody interrogation scene.

One of the spy's hands was cut off, and blood spurted out.

"I ask you, who sent you here!"

"Ying Laogou, it was Ying Laogou who sent me here. He has completely surrendered to the alien race and is now hanging out in the alien race's team!"

"How many of you are there?"

"Three hundred and twenty-five people!"

"Why did you come to attack the Tundra!"

"Because Ying Laogou reached an agreement with the alien race, he helped the alien race to attack the Tundra fleet, and the alien race will give them the Tundra, including everyone on the Tundra!"

After asking and answering questions, the man who had his hand cut off was as good as a chicken and did not dare to do anything wrong.

From how Ying Tianlong and others hooked up with the aliens, and how they made plans for the aliens.

This man talked about every detail in great detail. It was obvious that he was also a "general" in the organization.

"threw?"

"Throw it away!"

After a while, after seeing that the man was gradually unconscious due to the bleeding, two soldiers stepped forward and threw him directly from the bow of the boat.

Kill this kind of person

Dirty hands!

His destination should be to go under the water and stay with these 230,000 dead souls for eternity!

"Get ready to fight. There are only four hours left until the clock turns. The alien race only has the last 40,000 people left. We still have 170,000 left. Even if we pile up human lives, we can't lose!"

"If we can hold on for these four hours, we can hold on until reinforcements arrive, and then everyone won't have to fight anymore."

"Zhang Long, Liu Neng, you two will each bring 20,000 people, and each of the others will bring 10,000 people. I will take care of the rest!"

"We are fighting against two waves. No matter what, we will fight against two more waves!"

Seeing the wry smiles on the faces of the people below, Lu Yongyi was speechless. He nodded and turned around and walked into the makeshift command room behind him on the deck.

He said panicked.

Everyone on the deck who received the order also knew that he had lied.

However, in the minds of the captains, what they think is a lie is:

The so-called reinforcements that Lu Suo said were completely false. He only told this white lie to give everyone a head start.

However, at this moment, they are willing to listen, but they are not willing to refute.

They know they really need this lie.

But what they didn't expect was that the real lie was

The drawing board hanging on the wall of the temporary command room.

Many red dots are quickly appearing on the edge, and at a crazy speed, they are gathering towards the center of the red cloud.

Drawing board!

The name of this chapter is indeed a bit unlucky! (sweat soybeans)