Thinking of the man's words of persuasion to surrender, the morale of the 225th Regiment was somewhat shaken.

Four hundred meters!

Three hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

"Kill!"

Nagasaki Takeshi pointed his sword forward, and suddenly the entire defense line erupted with gunfire, and countless bullets roared towards the golden wave.

The waves sweeping across the world seemed to have hit a huge rock, and the waves were torn into several pieces, and the waves were in bloom.

The waves splashing high are no longer white,

but red,

The red color of blood!

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