Chapter 169 Pressure

After speaking, Warrick turned around and walked quickly towards the frontline command center. He had already planned to return to the command center at the rear.

The adjutant looked at the slightly bleak back of the general who had been following him for a long time. A deep worry flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly followed.

In the forward position, killing and death continue...

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Dawn is often the time when people are most tired and sleepy.

Fierce battles keep people in high spirits.

But this kind of excitement is undoubtedly a short-term state, and physical fatigue will not disappear directly.

The state of excitement will gradually decline as time goes by, until fatigue and a sense of inadequacy instantly invade the whole body.

After fighting all night, Osam was exhausted.

He sat slumped in the ditch, using his cramped hands to take out the cigarette case from the pocket of his military uniform.

When he found that the cigarette box was empty, Osam sighed heavily.

When his chest was rising and falling, it touched the left chest again, which was a laceration that had just been simply bandaged. The pain made him choke and gasp.

When the pain subsided slightly, he got up and went to the pile of corpses by the wall to rummage.

All the belongings he had picked up were rolled away on the ground dripping with blood.

It wasn't until half a pack of cigarettes was rummaged through the pocket of a corpse that Osam stopped rummaging through the pile of corpses.

Seeing him sitting among the dead, he took out a cigarette stained with blood spots and lit it.

Looking at the gradually brightening skyline, a puff of smoke was slowly exhaled from between his chapped lips.

Then there was resentment in his eyes.

"Damn Supervisory Team!"

After surviving a whole night of fighting on the front line, he had clearly realized it.

They can't hold this line of defense at all!

If the defensive line moves back again, everyone on the front line will be killed here.

He hasn't lived enough, and he wants to die here meaninglessly.

녦Just last night, the command issued an order to the death, that we must defend our position and not be able to retreat.

He even sent troops to supervise the battle team, patrolling the rear of the line continuously, and executing those who retreated from the battle on the spot.

"Damn Varrick and those fanatics!"

Apart from maintaining the most basic respect for the illusory God of Creation due to the influence of his long-term environment, Osam said he had no faith at all.

I saw those fanatical believers shouting to fight to the death and then rush to the bunker.

Then he was torn into pieces and sacrificed his life to a god who had never appeared.

Osam felt sad for these brainwashed compatriots.

In fact, among the one-eyed people who survived the night of fighting, 놊꿁 all held similar negative and pessimistic thoughts to Osam.

There are smart people everywhere, and some discerning people can see clearly.

Those monsters clearly had absolute air superiority, but they never launched air strikes on the city.

And the battlefield is deliberately limited to the periphery of the city, which is considered a broad southeast defense area.

This means that those monsters are very capable and willing to destroy the city.

It also means that the other party is the kind of irrational and chaotic evil god preached by the Holy Religion.

The instinct of intelligent life prompts them to look for all the ways to survive when facing death.

Because of the large number of deaths of those with firm beliefs, fear of war continued to spread on the battlefield.

By the time the senior executives became aware of it, this dangerous momentum was already difficult to contain.

In the frontline battlefield command post on the edge of the city.

"General, if this continues, the frontline troops may soon... collapse!"

"Do you think we want to have the supervision team stationed at the forward position to suppress negative comments and supervise the battle on the spot?"

The adjutant reported the immediate reports of commanders at all levels on the front line, his face unable to conceal his anxiety.

Varrick's eyes were slightly closed, his back was hunched, his right elbow was on the podium, and his fingers were on his forehead.

He just sat there in silence, with no response.

It wasn't until the siren sounded again from the front line that he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.

He hissed and asked: "If the front lines in other directions are completely changed and handed over to the militia for garrison, how many combat troops can be mobilized?"

"If we spend everything, we can still mobilize close to two million, so..."

The adjutant seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he hesitated.

The southeastern front has lost the 깊늅 system of defenses and lacks 꿁heavy fire꺆 weapons.

Every round of enemy attack will cause serious damage to the frontline defenders.

If you want to hold your position, you can rely on soldiers to constantly sacrifice their lives.

Even if we add another two million soldiers, it will not last long.

"How did the Holy City respond?"

"When will the reinforcements arrive?"

Warrick asked coldly as he curled his fingers and tapped the table with his knuckles.

The adjutant gritted his teeth, forced himself to suppress his anger, and then replied:

"Their reply to 눕 is that the mobile reinforcements sent previously have been speeded up as much as possible and will be slightly faster than the original estimated time. Let us hold on for another two days!"

"Oh, mobile reinforcement force, two days later..."

Warrick seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He stayed up all night, summarizing in detail the situation and differences between the enemy and our troops.

I rushed to report it to the Holy City, but I was waiting for such a reply.

What he requested was that the Holy City quickly mobilize elite troops for emergency assistance.

This is the mobile reinforcement force that is fighting fires everywhere.

After all, it is necessary to send high-speed troops directly from the Holy City to rush to the rescue at full speed.

It will take ten hours to arrive here.

Varrick was about to say something else, but he heard a sharper air defense alarm again.

And, unlike the past.

This time, the air defense alarm sounded from all directions at the same time.

"What's going on? Has the defense line been breached?"