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10: Chapter 10: The Desperate Tragedy of the Front Lines and the Tension in the Rear Command PostSouthwest border, Luofeng Slope.

The place name here is truly inauspicious, as if it was destined for even the legendary divine Phoenix to break its wings here.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of rust, mixed with the ozone scent of high-energy explosives after burning. The sky was like tattered cotton blackened by gunpowder smoke, with only occasional tracer bullets providing a little light to this bleak world.

“Left flank! Watch the left flank!”

The shouts in the communication channel had become hoarse and broken. A bone-chilling sound of bones shattering, accompanied by the helpless sound of blind gunfire, was followed by silence.

Zhao Gang wiped his face. His palm was sticky with warm fluid, indistinguishable whether it was his own blood or that of Guard Xiao Zhang, who had fallen beside him. His left side was numb. The military exoskeleton mech ’Pojun’ that had accompanied him for three years had its left mechanical arm, along with a layer of flesh, torn off by an elite Wind Demon Wolf. At the斷口處, exposed cables crackled with electric sparks, and the high temperature had scorched the wound black and curled, saving the trouble of applying a tourniquet.

Who would have thought that during the day he was leisurely reflecting on youth on the campus playground, and by night he was burning his life in this meat grinder in such a way?

“Zhao Gang... no, Old Zhao!”

From behind the nearby concrete bunker, a grimy figure scrambled over. This company commander was usually a tough guy, even with broken bones, but at this moment, his face was crisscrossed with black gunpowder smoke and clear tear streaks. The barrel of his Gauss Rifle was glowing red from continuous firing, and he was still trembling uncontrollably.

“We can’t hold on anymore. The First Company is gone, and the Third Company only had two people left when they last reported... These beasts are too fast! Our fire control radar can’t lock onto them at all; it’s completely useless!”

Zhao Gang leaned against the shell-pocked broken wall, gasping for air. His lungs felt like they were filled with burning iron sand, every breath a piercing pain.

He raised his head, looking forward through a gap in the bunker.

In the past, books spoke of “black clouds pressing down on the city” as a metaphor; now, it was a literal description.

At the edge of his vision, the black beast tide was like a giant carpet, being frantically rolled towards them by an unseen hand. And above the black carpet, streaks of cyan lightning were leaping.

Those were Wind Demon Wolves.

Although these creatures are named wolves, their size is comparable to a light car. The most deadly aspect is the cyan wind element shield flowing around their bodies, which can not only easily deflect the trajectory of light weapon bullets but also gives them an abnormal acceleration that defies physical common sense. When they swarm in groups, even S-class powerhouses would perish on the spot.

“Whoosh—!”

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly erupted.

Zhao Gang’s eyelids twitched, and he instinctively pushed the company commander beside him into the mud.

Almost in the same millisecond, a cyan shadow swept over their heads. The machine gun position behind them, which had been roaring furiously with heavy machine gun fire, instantly fell silent.

Half a second later, half of a heavy gun barrel, along with the upper torso of the machine gunner, slowly fell from the air, crashing heavily onto the wet ground.

This was the battlefield now.

You couldn’t even clearly see the enemy’s appearance, and before you could even feel fear, the death notice had already arrived.

Zhao Gang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: “Too fast.”

Human reaction speed, in front of these exotic beasts, was as sluggish as a silent film played in slow motion.

“Old Zhao, retreat!” The company commander struggled out of the mud, grabbing Zhao Gang’s shoulder tightly. “Fall back two more kilometers, into the second line of defense, that’s the tank brigade’s position. We only have infantry here; staying here is suicide!”

“Retreat?”

Zhao Gang gave a bitter laugh. He painstakingly turned his head and looked behind him.

The night was dim, with only silent darkness in the distance. But he knew that just thirty kilometers behind them was Chuncheng, with its myriad of twinkling lights.