On March 23, after eight days of endless bloody battles, Mog City had become a city of blood.
At dusk, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared at the end of the mountain in the distance, Zhang Tie, who had been curled up in a vacant house not far from the northern wall of Moge City, had rested for less than four hours, and woke up.
Because of the all-effect potion and his exuberant energy at the moment, Zhang Tie felt that he would be fine even if he didn't rest for seven or eight days in a row, but in order not to become a high-profile bird and cause more trouble, Zhang Tie still maintained the same routine and battle rules as the vast majority of the defenders of Mog City, just like other rangers and witchers.
The horror of the demonized puppet army lies in the fact that once the attack begins, all the demonized puppets will completely become beasts that only know how to fight and advance, and can continue to charge like a tide, until the head is blown off or the organizational structure of the body is destroyed to the point that it can no longer support them.
This kind of attack is very terrifying, the demonized puppet can attack without eating, drinking, sleeping, just like a killing machine, but the vast majority of the defenders of Moge City do not have such an ability, if you compare the endurance with the demonized puppet, I am afraid that it will only take three days, and the sleepless defenders will collapse, so, in order to deal with the attack of the demonized puppet, the army of Moge City is forced to be stationed on the city wall in two shifts.
There are still many warriors and rangers who are resting like Zhang Tie in the private house, and in the bedroom with two beds, there are more than 20 soldiers who have not taken off their armor, and there are also a few people on the sofa in the living room.
The owner who used to live in this house was estimated to be a middle-class person in Mog City, so the whole house was neatly furnished, but at this moment, the house was already a mess and messy, a cabinet in the living room had been split and turned into firewood and planks, and the firewood and planks were piled up in the closet in a messy manner, which became the heat source here, and the three-layer curtains were torn off and turned into a bedding on the ground, which was now dirty, and the wooden skirts on the walls of the living room were removed, and the replacement curtains were fixed to the windows.
It plays the role of shading, and the smell in the room is also very dirty, full of men's foot odor and sweat smell and various body odors, including Zhang Tie, everyone in the room has not taken a bath for eight days.
Zhang Tie, who woke up, stood up lightly, crossed the arms and thighs beside him, and walked towards the outside of the living room.
There is a bathroom outside the living room, since the Demon Legion besieged Mog City, the faucet in the bathroom has been stopped, but the bathroom is still in use, and the soldiers who are resting in this room are always impossible to let them not scatter and pull, so the dirt of the bathroom at the moment is really difficult to describe, but no one cares about this at this time, it's all this time, who the fuck cares if you take a shower, whether you have water to flush the toilet when you go to the toilet Zhang Tie is also a human being, and there will be times when he is in a hurry, at this time Zhang Tie wanted to pee, but when he came to the bathroom and found that there was really no place to put his feet in the bathroom, Zhang Tie, who did not have the ability to indifferently stand in a pile of foul-smelling and urine that flooded the soles of his shoes, and only retreated, got out of the house, came to an alley outside the house, turned his back, faced the wall, pulled down the zipper of his pants, and solved his problem very indifferently and casually.
Groups of soldiers are running on the streets, many buildings on both sides of the streets of Mog City have been demolished by the GIs at this time, some buildings have been demolished, and some buildings are being reinforced, at this time, everyone in Mog City knows that Mog City is impossible to hold, so the street battle with the demonized puppets has become the choice of many radical officers in the garrison legion.
I don't know why, Zhang Tie, who knew that Mog City was about to fall, didn't feel much sadness, he just looked at the Terran warriors who ran past in groups beside him, looked at those faces as young as him, thinking about how many of these people would survive after the city was broken, and a faint sadness floated in his heart.
On the battlefield, when you have experienced too much killing, after seeing too much life and death, the too many passionate and enthusiastic emotions in your heart will slowly cool down, these days, Zhang Tie has watched the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Terran Legion stationed outside Moge City, watching hundreds of thousands of people, dying in front of him.
For many of the warriors in those troops, they had the opportunity to retreat, but they didn't, they enclosed themselves in the strong fortifications and fortresses, sealed the exit of the fortifications from the inside of the fortifications, and then fought the demonized puppets for five days, until the corpses of the demonized puppets blocked the holes of the fortresses like a wall of flesh, filled the trenches full of iron thorns, and finally fell silent.
At such times, you will feel sad to watch one person die in front of yourself, and you will feel angry and painful to watch ten people die in front of yourself, but when After a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, hundreds of thousands of people die in front of you, your emotions will slowly cool down, and then when you see someone die, you will only be left with grief.
That sorrow is like seeing the autumn frost turn the maple leaves, and watching the red maple leaves fall from the branches and turn into dirt.
The young Terran warriors, in Zhang Tie's eyes, were patches of maple leaves that were red and not red.
There were many supply points in the streets near the city walls, and there were large pieces of black bread mixed with slices of ham and luncheon meat, as well as meat porridge in paper cups, and the soldiers who ran through the streets, when passing by those supply points, many took a piece of bread or a cup of porridge, and while eating, they rushed up the city wall or rushed to the fortifications inside the city wall.
The supply of Mog City is very sufficient, from the point of view of supply, it can at least allow the defenders in the city to hold out for two months, but at the same time, everyone also knows that Mog City cannot hold out for two months, in this case, it has become a meaningless thing to save any supplies.
Zhang Tie took two pieces of bread and a cup of porridge, and walked up to the city wall while eating.
It was dark, and the torches on the city walls had been lit one by one, and for eight days in a row, the attacks of the demonized puppets were still beating the defense line of Mog City like a tide.
Outside the city, the cries of the demonized puppets are still a ghost crying wolf, the roars of those Terran officers on the city wall are still hissing, the voices of the demonized puppets have not changed, but the voices of the officers in the city have all been hoarse, with the roughness of rubble and a dry broken sound, after a few days of roaring in the city, none of the Terran officers' voices are still good.
The entire city walls of Mog City are surrounded by a terrible corpse stench, which is disgusting to neighbors, and breathing in this environment for a long time can also cause damage to people's body organs and reduce people's combat effectiveness.
On the side of the passage up to the city wall, there was a bucket of brown ointment placed there, and the soldiers who walked up to the city wall habitually rubbed a little of the ointment with their fingers, and then rubbed it under their nostrils to ward off the wound of the corpse.
Eight days of offensive and defensive battles, the corpses of the demonized puppets outside the city have exceeded a million, and the more than one million corpses are exposed to the air, in such weather, after eight days, many have rotted, and three days ago, after the demonized puppets tore through the last line of defense on the periphery of Mog City and rushed to the bottom of Mog City, their corpses were also spread here.
Under Mog City, demonized puppet corpses are everywhere.
But the battle continued, and the demonized puppets that were like patches of black tides were still rushing towards Mog City, increasing the thickness of the corpses piled up outside Mog City.
Zhang Tie did not apply the ointment to prevent the invasion of corpse odor, but gnawed bread, chewed ham and meat slices, drank meat porridge, and in the strong smell and the smoke of war, he walked up the city wall safely to check the situation outside the city.
In a few hours, the corpses of the demonized puppets outside the northern wall of Mog City had accumulated and increased in thickness by two meters, and the demonized puppets continued to rush.
At this time, the demonized puppets who rushed to the city of Mog were no longer bare-handed, and one by one the demonized puppets were holding or grasping a rotting corpse or a half-broken corpse in their hands, and those corpses were their shields, food for them to replenish their physical strength, and weapons for them to break through Mog City.
Some of the hungry demonized golems rushed at the same time as they tore at the flesh of the maggots on the rotting corpses, making ugly screams, while the demonized golems who could rush to the city would drop the corpses in their hands, and constantly use those corpses to close the distance between the walls of Mog City and their height Zhang Tie ate white noodles, drank meat porridge, and looked at this bloody battle coldly.
At least at this time, Mog City is still safe, but it won't be safe for long, the defenders outside Mog City have already fulfilled their duties with their lives, and for the defenders in Mog City, when they need to use their lives to fulfill their duties, it is when the demonized puppets outside the city use the corpses in their hands to accumulate to the height of the wall on the north side of Mog City.
The city wall in the north of Mog City is more than 30 meters high, and at this moment, the distance from the bottom 15 meters of the wall of Mog City to the ground has been filled with the corpses of demonized puppets, and there are still twenty meters, which is when the demonized puppets rush into Moge City.
Seven or eight kilometers away, the place where the steam centrifugal cannons of Mog City could not reach, compared to a week ago, the demonized puppets gathered there, not less, but more, as far as the eye can see, there are nearly two or three million black pressures, covering the entire plain, and those demonized puppets are waiting patiently, waiting for them to run and rush to the city wall On the last day of the month, ask for a monthly pass: