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He told all the soldiers and horsemen that the defenders should fight as they please, and the generals can command as they please. He is standing in front of the Heavenly Reinforcement Army. He is not fighting against mortal generals for power. The brothers have to do just one thing. , That is killing the evil spirits, killing the evil spirits, and uniting and happily killing the evil spirits.

"The Zhenyang Army has no scam, right?!" At the end, Suo Zhongwu was so excited that his fists were shaking.He jumped up from the ammunition box, helped the soldiers who had fallen to the ground up one by one, and shouted to them dizzyly:

"The evil spirits have to die, right?! What else is there to say, get up!"

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This was Suo Zhongwu's first morale-stimulating speech, and it was also the last.Then he walked into the reign of blood, tossing and turning between different slaughterhouses, never having time to make a fool of himself.From June 9th to June 11th, he was fighting for two-thirds of the 24 hours, and he was all on the front line.

Suo Zhongwu can't remember how many times he escaped from the dead.He has raised the standard, and things like the giant ship maggots biting off the plate bolts and almost tore off the ribs are just ordinary accidents.Every day is indispensable, general accidents.

During the day, he guarded behind the breast wall together with his soldiers, shooting wildly at the monsters silted in the trenches.People kept handing over filled flintlocks to make sure that they had something to do until they were bitten by the evil spirits who climbed up the wall, or became unconscious by the dense smoke.

At night, Suo Zhongwu could only take a nap, and then he would be awakened by Ma Bian, because the evil spirits always had a reserve team, no matter how many killed during the day, they would launch a new attack at night.In contrast, the defenders had no night vision goggles and no searchlights. Except for the lights provided by the battalions and teams, they could only use concave mirrors to focus the whale oil lights and use this method to support the front lines.The evil spirits have their own night vision eyes, and the mortals are subject to constraints everywhere. As a result, the trench defense line has been repeatedly broken through and the enemy attacked the bastion in one fell swoop.

In this situation, Suo Zhongwu could only limp to the shooting hole and aimed his gun at the screaming Black Plague monster.Each shooting hole is equipped with a common protective iron plate. Soldiers can aim and shoot relatively safely, using single-headed bullets, lead bullets and even explosive rockets to pour bullets on the evil spirits that are crawling over the base of the wall.

The neighboring teams are doing the same thing, forming a stormy crossfire in the triangle between the fortresses.After the frontline battalion retreats along the traffic trenches, fierce oil tanks, ten thousand enemies, earth-shaking thunders in pottery shells or iron shells will also be thrown out one after another from the garbage dump, and the wall foundation will become flesh and blood.This slaughter usually lasts for several hours, until this wave of enemy casualties is exhausted and no more monsters climb the brick wall.

Next, Suo Zhongwu could rest for a while slowly, and then he had to take the lead in leaving the fortress like other officers.There is a lot of work outside. The dead enemies have to make up their swords, and the lost positions have to be regained. If the fortifications are too bad, they have to take up picks and shovels and bring their subordinates to make repairs overnight.In case of being ambushed by evil spirits, the soldiers would have to risk night battles. Whenever this happens, the lighting source will become the focus of the fight between the two sides. It is not surprising that a few lives are killed for a torch.

During these battles, Suo Zhongwu cut off two horizontal knives, and the horn blunderbuss were completely scrapped, so they had to be replaced with ordinary pistols.His breastplate and backplate were scratched with more than 20 scratches, and the bolts were completely deformed due to the reasons mentioned before. The two balsams were removed with all efforts and handed over to the blacksmith to rebuild.

This armor was borrowed from the navy, and it stored Suo Zhongwu's many memories.Fortunately, the shirts, skirts and other parts are in better condition, and the prototype can be knocked back with a hammer, but the fat jacket under the plate armor can’t be replaced without changing it: I don’t know how many times this thing has been soaked in sweat, and at the same time After being ripped off by insects, the cotton either leaked out or formed into clumps, let alone continue to wear, it would not be enough to burn it.

However, the Helicopter Peninsula is brightly lit every night, and fuels such as coal, wood, and grease are also lacking.Suo Zhongwu had no capital to pick and choose, so he could only set a stove on the fire on the morning of the 12th, and boiled a pot of boiling water in a fat jacket.He got some brick tea, it was dark and I don’t know how long it was left, but there was no fuss about the time on the battlefield, and some of it was good.

The ocean was boiling almost at the same time.Groups of large sea monsters surfaced with surging white foam.

Suo Zhongwu's location at this time was the Jianjiao Fort at the northwest corner of the peninsula.However, according to the report of the soldiers and horses, there are not many of the five forts, and the same abnormality was observed at the same time:

Dead whales, ghost boats, hornstones of the pontoon, large bony fishes that rot and swell, and remnants of megalodons fused with each other.....A huge number of evil spirits rowed towards the shore, moving slowly, while shed rotten flesh on their bodies.Only a few minutes later, the surface of the water was filled with rotten flesh, and even the waves were changed color by pus.

The stench filled the air, making people want to cut off their noses, and the debris covered the rocks, causing the barnacles attached to them to die.But these are just the opening scenes, and the sea monsters' performance has just begun.They either shook off their cone shells or opened their huge beaks, spitting out an army of demons and evils from various openings.

In the past few days, the Black Plague has been attacking with living creatures, whether sea crocodiles, mantis shrimps or turtles, they shed the same blood as mortals.However, in the new army that appeared this time, ninety percent of them were corpse puppets. Even if the undead died, they couldn't rest. They were driven back to the world by evil forces again, and their pale fingers pointed towards the warm flesh and blood of the living.

When he saw these dead spirits, Suo Zhongwu only felt anger flooding his head, his cheeks flushed.But a bunch of people watched by the side, no matter what happened.He barely finished a cup of tea, then hurriedly took the breakfast delivered by Ma Bian into his belly, acting as calmly as possible, even if he was anxious.

When doing these performances, his right cuff was soaked in broth, his beard had not been shaved for a few days, and a lot of greasy meat crumbs were attached, but Suo Zhongwu had no time to care about the appearance, let alone wet sleeves, even The blood-sucking lice crawling around were completely out of touch.

"Follow me." He dropped these words to the soldiers in the gun fort, once again left the safe fortifications, and walked towards the forward line of defense that had been repaired many times.Along the way, the monster battleship kept throwing ammunition toward the beach, and a snail shell full of rotten meat landed less than five steps away from him.

Suo Zhongwu pulled out the short guns and walked faster.He knows the risks of doing this, and he also knows that going to the front line is purely a show, but the tide of corpse puppets is already in front of him. If he doesn't think of ways to boost morale, should he stay in his den for the New Year?