The Guards' "tree-cutting" tactics and the mysterious self-destruction of the Living Dead Trees, like a boxer's combination of punches, complemented each other and cooperated tacitly.
In a short time, several Living Dead Trees were killed.
This set of pictures was promptly broadcast to all parts of the nuclear bunker by the monitors of the wartime headquarters, and the military and civilians were excited.
The most exciting thing was undoubtedly the defenders at the crossroads.
Their morale was high and they fought bravely.
They repelled waves of crazy enemy attacks and firmly guarded the transportation hub in the central area, symbolizing the intensification of human fire.
The y national flag always floats over the position.
The peak showdown between the Guards and the Living Dead Trees did not last long.
In about a quarter of an hour, half of the dozens of Living Dead Trees self-destructed and disintegrated, while the other half were surrounded and annihilated by the Guards.
"Long Live Humanity" The more than four hundred mecha soldiers remaining after the bloody battle raised their giant swords high and cheered in victory.
Unfortunately, they were happy too early.
The nuclear mutant army that lost its leader did not collapse.
Instead, under the influence of inertia, it continued to rush towards the crossroads position.
The order of the Guards commander to "form up and block" was conveyed to his subordinates through the intercom system of the skull helmet.
At the same time, he drew a circle in the air with his giant sword, sending the same signal to those whose helmets were damaged during the battle.
The damaged mecha soldiers were seen.
The Guards formed a circular formation, opened their sword umbrellas, and formed a steel gate in the enemy's world-destroying frenzy to block their offensive.
However, nuclear mutant groups from other places continued to arrive, and the super riots became more and more intense.
When they saw dozens of living dead trees emerging from the end of the underground street, the faces of the Guards all changed.
Their physical strength was extremely exhausted, and they were almost at the end of their strength.
Can they still fight against the new deadly enemy?
The commander of the Guards showed determination, closed his sword umbrella, pointed his giant sword diagonally in the air, and performed a Nazi salute: "The soul of the army is killing."
More than 400 mecha soldiers stretched their giant swords into the air at the same time, shouting desperately, "The man is here, the army is here!"
The commander of the Guards took the lead and led his men to attack the newly emerged tree of the living dead again.
In the wartime headquarters, all eyes were focused on the giant electronic screen.
Many staff officers and monitors were trembling slightly, clenching their hands, wanting to pick up their guns and rush to the front line.
Because Berlin is at its most dangerous moment These living dead trees are the total number of people who have invaded the nuclear bunker.
Once the Guards cannot stop them, they will drive straight into the central area.
Iris crossed her arms to hide her inner nervousness and muttered silently: "Xiao Ming, it's all up to you."
Only the Berlin Consul remained calm.
Perhaps at his age, life and death no longer mattered; or perhaps, he had unparalleled confidence in Xiao Ming.
In every corner of the central area, men, women, old and young were watching the live broadcast of the battle at the intersection.
Many children subconsciously looked for Xiao Ming's figure, but none of them saw it.
They couldn't help but ask the adults around them: "Where is the head of state, the great head of state?"
"Don't worry, our head of state will definitely appear.
He is the savior."
The adults comforted the children, but they actually had the same question in their hearts.
Since the decisive battle began, President Xiao Ming seemed to have disappeared except for a few brief words: "I will not live in darkness, I would rather die in the last light" and crushed the red button symbolizing the last hope in public.
Of course Xiao Ming did not disappear.
He led the guard battalion, including the mechanics, and sat in a house behind the crossroads.
The self-destruction of the living dead tree just now was naturally his masterpiece.
His group consciousness covers a radius of one kilometer, and the emotions of all individuals within this range cannot escape his super sensitivity.
Various changes in the central area of the nuclear bunker, along with the emotional distribution of enemy and friendly individuals, are reflected in Xiao Ming's brain in real time, forming a dynamic map that is more macroscopic and detailed than the monitoring screen of the command headquarters.
At this moment, Xiao Ming is in a dilemma: