In the wartime headquarters, the staff's hotline kept ringing, and the same good news came: the pressure on various positions has dropped sharply, and the enemy seems to have retreated.
Of course, the enemy did not retreat.
The Berlin Consul and Iris kept staring at the giant electronic screen, and the situation in various parts of the battlefield was clear at a glance.
The nuclear mutant army that was originally besieging the eighth power grid seemed to have learned through some kind of news channel that the power grid at the crossroads had been blown apart.
The mighty apocalyptic frenzy was like a flood that had found its outlet, all flowing in the same direction.
The momentum is like thousands of horses galloping, like destroying the heaven and earth Iris was worried: "Sir, do you want to mobilize other troops to reinforce the crossroads?"
The old man looked indifferent: "The head of state is sitting there.
If he can't hold it, no matter how many reinforcements there are, it won't mean much."
At the crossroads position, the bodies of thousands of officers and soldiers shook together with the ground, and every face covered in gunpowder smoke showed determination and fearlessness.
They know that at the most critical moment of this doomsday battle, whether they can block the enemy's offensive will determine the future of Berlin and even the future of mankind.
Boom, boom, boom, the artillery fire extended forward, sounding the clarion call for the final battle.
The commander of the Guards waved his giant sword and was the first to rush out: "Kill" Following him, five hundred mecha soldiers formed a torrent of steel, facing the apocalyptic craze of the nuclear mutant army.
The fraternal troops and militiamen stood firm to their original positions.
If they followed the counterattack, they would be killed.
The officers and soldiers of the Guards did not die, but relied on the protection of the exoskeleton armor to attack the enemy's leader, a dozen living dead trees.
According to normal assumptions, once the leader of the nuclear mutant army is killed, the super riot will naturally collapse.
The two opposing tides came closer and closer through the shell craters and corpses everywhere, and finally they collided fiercely.
The collision of steel and flesh made a muffled sound.
The giant swords of the five hundred mecha soldiers turned on the high-speed rotating sword umbrella again, turning into a giant meat grinder.
Under the cover of the artillery, they smoothly tore a huge bloody hole from the middle of the enemy.
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Wherever the sword umbrella passed, blood and minced meat flew up, making it difficult for even the most ferocious gorilla to survive.
The other officers and soldiers on the crossroads position watched this scene nervously.
The enemy and ourselves were fighting together, and they could no longer help their comrades who were counterattacking.
Only the extended firing of artillery prevented the Guards from attacking enemies in the distance.
The two sides criss-crossed each other, and the enemy's numerical advantage once again appeared.
It seeped through the gaps in the steel torrent, forming a great tide again and rushing towards the crossroads position.
From the perspective of the brother troops and militia, the Guards have been overwhelmed by the nuclear mutant army.
Only the rain of blood extending forward proves that they are still advancing tenaciously.
The light and heavy weapons on the crossroads opened fire again, blocking the newly formed enemy tide.
The officers and soldiers of the Guards fought bloody battles all the way upstream and rushed towards the core of the enemy.
Facing an endless number of enemies, they did not engage in a fight to the death, but only wanted to advance quickly.
Even so, the casualties of the mecha soldiers also gradually increased.
To be precise, they were only killed but not injured.
Once they fell into the enemy's hands, they would end up with no bones left.
In the continuous battle attrition, the Guards' charge formation gradually widened, and the distance became wider.
The supporting artillery was unable to provide artillery cover.
The pressure from fraternal forces and militias continues to intensify.
The artillery fire could only be retracted to protect the forward positions.
Now, everything can only be close to the Guards themselves.
Fortunately, they were close to their target.
The dozens of living dead trees leaning forward and back are just a few dozen meters ahead, waiting to be worked on, ready to devour the fresh human flesh that comes to their door: