The originally full force of 1,000 men now only has a handful of people left to make up a company, which is a miserable situation.

Looking at these bear-like guys, Hanbagui, who had a haystack on his head, couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, I don't feel any sense of accomplishment after winning against these guys."

The player named Blastoise shook his head.

"too weak."

Feeling bored anyway, Squirtle slung the LD-47 rifle on his chest, walked to the front of the group of prisoners and struck a guard pose.

After glancing at the guy with a coquettish look, Han Bagui asked.

"What did you do?"

Squirtle urged.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take a picture of your father to make him look more handsome."

"Damn it, are you interested?"

Although he was complaining, Hanbagui still clicked on the screenshot function of the tactical helmet action recorder and took a close-up of this guy.

Looking at the photos uploaded to his vm, Squirtle liked them more and more and said with a smile.

"You don't care if I find it interesting or not, as long as I find it interesting!"

Three men captured a hundred men.

When he comes back, he will post it on the forum to show off!

The water arrow turtle on the side looked at it with envy, and couldn't help but walked over and struck a pose.

"Damn it, give me one too!"

Having probably understood what these guys were doing, Captain Dirang felt the veins on his forehead bulge, but he had no choice but to look aside in humiliation and endure the sullen breath.

At this moment, he didn't know that because his expression was too disgusting, the guy who took the photo also took a close-up of his face.

Even if it doesn't make the headlines of "Daily Survivor", it won't be a problem to make the headlines of "Goblin Observer".

On the other side, the half-fed blue-skinned mutant finally killed the prey in the sea, and with the ferocity stirred by the blood, he reached the shore and chased towards the rainforest.

They saw the prey fleeing into the forest with their own eyes. How could they allow the prey they got to escape before they had finished killing them?

At this moment, Murderous Dagger and the teammates beside him finally showed some serious expressions on their faces.

They won't take it lightly just because these guys are poorly equipped.

The technology of mutants itself is half a singularity-level existence, and its lower limit has exceeded the limits of ordinary humans.

As biochemical soldiers, they have extremely strong vitality and toughness. In other words, they are weapons themselves, and it doesn't matter whether the weapons they use are crude or not.

Even if what they hold in their hands is a branch, no one dares to be careless.

"Fire!"

With the command of the murderous dagger, more than thirty gun barrels spurted out tongues of fire.

Hit by those bullets, the chest of the mutant at the front suddenly exploded with a stream of blood mist, but it did not stop running.

Several mutants who had been shot through the head fell on the beach, but were soon submerged by the tide of mutants rushing to the shore.

Looking at the mutants gathering more and more, Murderous Dagger felt his scalp numb.

At this moment, a deafening blast of artillery suddenly passed through the jungle with rustling leaves, and the speeding shells fell like raindrops on the beach in front of him.

"boom--!"

The dust from the explosion rose into the sky, and the blue-skinned mutant who was running at the front fell instantly, and his broken limbs and broken reefs flew into the sky.

"pretty!"

Seeing that brutal scene, the players cheered excitedly and blew whistles of applause for the gunners who hit the target.

Also witnessing the sight of artillery fire, the faces of the Xilan Empire soldiers who were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands lost all color and fell into silence.

At this moment, they were only thankful that they were not left waiting to die on that beach just now.

At this moment, looking at the commander who encouraged them to die, they only had hatred in their hearts, and no longer had any desire for the non-existent trophies and honor...

After receiving a round of shelling, the blue-skinned mutant's offensive momentum obviously stalled.

Many people who were not directly involved in the artillery fire were also stunned by the deafening roar.

At this moment, the second round of shelling soon followed.

However, this round of shelling did not cause many direct casualties, nor did it set off the devastating fire. Instead, palm-sized discs fell like raindrops on the beach washed by the sea.

This is the latest artillery-launched mine developed by Goblin Technology, launched through a 155mm artillery.

Facts have proven that, apart from those unreliable ideas, mosquitoes can occasionally come up with something useful when there are real-life examples to refer to.

At this moment, the mutants who were still rushing towards the shore did not know that their escape route had been completely blocked by a dense array of mines.

And just after two rounds of shelling, a team of thirty people led by Murderous Dagger also received the order to retreat. They took more than a hundred prisoners and evacuated towards the north, releasing the group of mutants into the rain forest.

Before the mutants could cheer for breaking through their prey's defenses, the gunshots rang out from all directions quickly made their ugly smiles freeze on their faces.

At some point, two hundred-man troops had already circled around them, one on the left and the other on the right, clamping down hard on their vital parts like a pair of red-hot iron pliers.

The one serving as the offensive forward at this moment is the elite of the alliance - the Jungle Corps!

The mutants who encountered the concentrated fire clearly felt that the pressure exerted on them had more than doubled than before. The firepower and accuracy of these human soldiers who came for reinforcements were better than those of the thirty or so people who just tickled them.

Much stronger.

And what shoots at them is not only the 7mm small water pipe, but also the 19mm armor-piercing bullets specially designed for bolt guns!

When that thing hits the body, it's not just a matter of a hole, but also a matter of how much is left.

Their bodies were far less sturdy than the green-skinned ones in Jinchuan Province, and they did not wear thick armor in order to maintain mobility. They dropped hundreds of corpses almost immediately after contact.

Bearing more and more casualties, expressions of fear finally appeared on the faces covered with fish scales.

Facing this group of guys who were more cruel than themselves, they finally became afraid.

"retreat!

"

Someone shouted, and the blue-skinned monsters that swarmed to the shore fled towards the coastline.

The sea is their home ground!

As long as they escape to the sea, no matter how hard the gang of iron guys carrying chainsaws and gun barrels can fight, they will never be able to compete with them who are protected by their ancestors!

At this moment, they did not realize that their retreat route had already been blocked by mines.

The mutant who was the first to escape to the beach didn't even smell the fishy smell of sea water, and his calf was broken by sudden bursts of fire. He fell to the ground in pain, rolled around and cried out while holding half of his knee.

Seeing the tragic situation of their dead fellows, a group of blue-skinned mutants hurriedly stopped in their tracks, looking at the beach painted red with blood in fear, not daring to take another step forward.

More than five hundred monsters with fish scales were huddled together on the beach.

At the same time, the jungle regiment, divided into two teams, stepped out from the edge of the rainforest in a hurry.

The green-painted K-10 exoskeletons were like iron towers, and the bolt gun held straight at the waist formed the steel city wall that condensed the murderous atmosphere.

The brothers of the Burning Legion haven't even taken action yet.

They alone are enough to crush these miscellaneous fish.

Looking at the group of beasts with despair written on their faces, the midnight killer showed a cruel smile, removed the explosive shell from the 19mm barrel, and turned the chain saw blade welded to his arm.

The remaining miscellaneous fish are already the turtles in the urn, and there is no need to waste precious ammunition.

For these beasts who have given up being human, only the cruelest death method is worthy of them.

"It's time to kill!"

The two steel city walls advanced together, bringing with them the suffocating death and giving the group of poor people blocked on the beach the final blow.

Those blue-skinned mutants were either cut in half by sword-like chain saws, or their legs were blown off by landmines while they were escaping in a panic.

Looking at the pieces of flesh and blood that had been chopped up by the chain saw and thrown into the sky, Captain Dirang, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, turned pale and his lips were trembling.

He felt like a child.

Not only was he weak, but he was also ignorant. He even tried to use a branch to trip the giant's leg.

And the final result is also obvious. Before they even touched the giant's leg, they were touched half to death by an unintentionally extended toe...

He was already beginning to regret taking this mission from his superior.

But it's too late to say anything now...

…

From the first gunshot to the last shot, a full hour passed.

Mogavi also maintained his face-down position and lay on the beach pretending to be dead for a full hour.

Fortunately, the beach he was on was not the center of the battlefield.

Neither the 1,000 members of the Gray Wolf Army who were the first to be reincarnated, nor the mutants who followed the smell of blood and howled into the rainforest, did not notice him lying on the beach pretending to be dead.
To be continued...