Gods: The Swarm

Like a sharp blade piercing worn leather, a sharp scream passed by him from far to near.

"call out…………."

“Pa……….”

A piece of charred metal fragment fell from the sky, and under his gaze, the man's head exploded like an exploding watermelon.

Red and white blood splattered everywhere, directly covering Osam's face.

The sudden change made Osam's mind go blank.

He looked at the headless corpse in front of him with dull eyes and fell down weakly.

The cigarette he was holding fell sideways from his mouth.

It fell to the ground that had been dyed red, and then was soaked in blood and slowly extinguished.

The cruel battle officially started at this time.

As the floating minefield area was cleared, the flying springtails avoided the explosion by slowing down in advance.

He immediately swooped down from this unobstructed area and faced the oncoming air defense fire network.

This time, the larger number of flying springtail swarms directly carried the loss of anti-aircraft firepower, after paying more than half of the damage.

They forcibly broke through the dense fire interception and attacked the air defense fire points everywhere.

Melee combat is undoubtedly more brutal and bloody.

The frontline commander mobilized tens of millions of reserve troops and tried his best to kill the insect swarm commandos who were scattered everywhere and wreaked havoc on the fortifications.

Han Fei, who was looking at him from several kilometers away, did not change the mission of these flying springtails.

Han Fei gave them only two lives. The first priority was to destroy all the fortifications on this line of defense, and the second was to kill all hostile targets.

As Han Fei gently pulled the thread of faith, the leading troops of the Thunder Dragon began to lower their altitude slightly, carried out long-range fire support, and used thunder and lightning to bombard the frontal defense line!

"A swarm of flying dragons and a swarm of explosive dragonflies, hovering in place!"

"Flying springtails, lower the altitude, skim the ground at low altitude, and attack the frontal defense line!"

Han Fei continued to pull the thread of faith and carried out refined command operations.

All the remaining flying springtails were immediately divided into dozens of million-level small formations.

They formed a cluster, and under the control of Han Fei, they began to advance towards the forward position one by one.

The flames of war quickly spread across the entire defense line, and the rhythm of this war was gradually controlled by Han Fei.

"Phew, I finally got it done. This method of meticulously controlling the insect swarm to fight is really tiring."

"These idiots have to find ways to improve their acceptance of complex fates."

"Fortunately, we finally achieved our strategic goal."

Han Fei now has the advantage in air firepower and troops.

For the rest of the war, Han Fei only had to rely on the losses on the front line.

Just replenish troops in time or reduce the intensity of the attack.

Han Fei's operation style was for nothing else. The goal was very simple, just to consume as many defenders as possible.

Since it was impossible to attack 눕 and had established a defensive line, he fought outside the city.

Then, Han Fei had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and start a tug-of-war on the opposite side.

This kind of battlefield requires constant input of troops from both sides.

A bloody meat grinder that has always been madly devouring the vitality of the enemy and ourselves.

Just drag the city's defenders into this flesh and blood millstone.

There will be a greater probability to avoid invading the interior of the city and destroying this industrial city into ruins.

Otherwise, it would be really easy to break through the carefully constructed defense line against 뀘.

The main force of the defenders must retreat quickly and return to the city to fight in the streets.

At that time, it will undoubtedly be more difficult to completely capture this steel city.

놚놆He controlled the fighting intensity so carefully and continued to seduce.

The defending generals still chose to give up their advantageous terrain and retreat into the city to engage in street fighting.

Then Han Fei still has backup case B.

It's okay to seize some helpless old, young, women and children and use them as hostages or as chips or something.

Anyway, there is only one target, Han Fei has decided on the industrial weapons production line in this city.

As for the lower limit………….

Um..., I'm sorry, in front of the divine power of 꺶 꺶 .

What is the lower limit? 땣How much does it cost?

Han Fei said that I can sell this thing by the pound, and I can also get a discount based on the quantity.

………………………

Along the entire front, artillery fire and gunfire, roars and wailings never stopped. As the sky gradually darkened and night fell, the fierce fighting continued.

In the short period of fighting, the number of injured soldiers in the forward positions has exceeded ten million.

Broken corpses were scattered all over the place, including those of one-eyed humans and flying springtails, mixed together.

There was no time to clean the battlefield, and they could only be simply processed or piled up on the spot.

The newly built bunkers everywhere were almost destroyed in this short period of time, leaving only ruins.

Even a mobile fortress constructed of all metal.

Faced with the crazy attack of the extraordinary springtails regardless of losses, and the long-range strikes of the thunder flying dragons, the cannon barrels and divine power launch towers erected were also completely destroyed.

The entire defense line lacked the suppression of heavy firepower, and the endless close contact fighting caused the morale of the frontline troops to become even lower.

Let the air filled with gunpowder smoke exude a depressing atmosphere.

Varrick is the top general stationed here.

Ignoring the dissuasion of his adjutants, he personally came to the front line to conduct inspections.

But when he actually arrived at the forward position, the situation at the scene was worse than he imagined.

Looking around, the dirty blood wrapped in broken flesh and bones flowed to the low-lying areas, soaking the already broken ground.

Every time a military boot stepped on it, dark brown sticky blood would splash.

"General, the frontline positions have been lost several times and recaptured."

"The front line has been constantly pulled in this area, and the soldiers are exhausted and can no longer hold on."

"Why don't we give up the frontline positions and shrink the defense line as much as possible."

The frontline commander Walton, who was speaking, had a hoarse voice and looked very pale.

The eye on his nose was already full of bloodshot, and he looked extremely tired.

"Retreat?"

"Don't you see what the leader of this group of evil gods' minions really wants to do?"

Varrick shook his head, revealing a bitterness on his serious face, and sighed: "He wants us to use up all our manpower here."

"And behind us is a city with a population of hundreds of millions, with more than tens of millions of old, young, women and children."

Hearing Varrick's explanation, Walton's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

But the words seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

As a garrison general of a large city, Varrick had already seen the situation of the war.

The enemy's strength exceeded 100 million, enough to surround the entire city, and never attacked the defense line.