Even if a long-range weapon is equipped with a chisel, it is difficult to achieve too much effect on the huge beetle with amazing defensive power at the front of the diamond square. Even though the beetle-type protozoan was wounded by the chisel, and was wounded by an ordinary individual who could no longer fight, it still did not stop.

This discovery can't help but shake people. Although a few of them were killed by blowing their heads, other individuals soon made a detour on the corpses of their companions, and a desperate number of gastrulae was coming in continuously. .

The number of these insect-like gastrulations is very small, and even if they are injured to the extent that they normally lose their ability to move due to pain, they will not stop moving. They are like zombies that can't feel pain. Only Headshots or heartbreaks stop them.

Yes, insects also have hearts. According to a broad definition, the heart is the organs that provide pressure in the circulatory system and run blood to all parts of the body. Humans are in the chest, and insects depend on what kind of insects they are. The back also has an abdomen and a chest. Those who are not familiar with insects are afraid that it is difficult to find. It is really difficult to beat the heart.

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Chapter 51 Cruel War

In front of this series of unexpected situations beyond common sense, Yong Ye only felt that his comprehension ability could not keep up with the current battle situation, but his intuition let him know that these might be one of the main reasons why the Self-Defense Forces were defeated.

Compared with the Self-Defense Force, the effect of the police's very weak long-range weapons can only be said to be better than nothing. In the face of the gradually approaching gastronomy, the tension of the police corps has exceeded the critical point.

When it finally came to close combat, the mantis-shaped protozoan with amazing bouncing power, as the first existence to break into the position, jumped into the position of the police forcefully.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the policemen and initiators who had not exchanged their guns for their melee weapons were beheaded by the giant mantis' two giant scythes full of serrated teeth because they were caught off guard.

Suddenly, the two unfortunate policemen who were the first to be targeted disappeared above their necks. The next moment, blood was scattered in the air like a geyser, and their legs were weak, and they fell directly forward.

Afterwards, the policemen who reacted quickly surrounded and killed the mantis, which was obviously the third stage, but they didn't have time to be happy at all, and immediately more gastroenterologists started close combat with them.

The sinister smell of blood began to spread everywhere, screaming and blood foaming, Yong Ye in the formation looked around, screaming and wailing one after another, and it didn't take long for the small half of the front to fall into a state of melee.

He put his hand on the hilt of the knife that had been retracted from the sheath. On the battlefield where people were dying all the time, he didn't know what to think, but before he could give any orders, he suddenly noticed dozens of them. The large flying gastrula, similar to a butterfly, bypassed the front line of the fierce battle, circled in a large circle in front of the position of the police corps, and flew towards the forest flanking the defensive position.

The number of gastrula in this batch is not very large, but the problem is that they are hung like a fighter jet hanging on a missile, hanging a large number of small gastrula with their bodies shrunk into a ball.

"...Could it be the airborne troops? Are these gastrulae too smart? These animals are just like humans..."

Aware of the gastritis's attempt to make a surprise attack, Yong Ye didn't panic, just shook his head in exclamation, and then looked at me, dignifiedly.

"My church, take someone to the forest to destroy those gastrula animals."

Although he guessed that it was an airborne troop, Yong Ye didn't have any plans to destroy it himself. Instead, he continued to sit in the center to supervise the overall situation. He turned his head to look at the frowned, and asked him to destroy the group.

"Yes, head of Yongye, please be careful, we will be back soon."

In response to Yongye's order, the headmaster nodded his head and quickly took his samurai apprentices to the dark forest with countless silhouettes covered by the light of the flares.

"Master Yongye, please be careful."

The little samurai Xinyin, like Mibu Asaka, bowed deeply to Yongye, and then followed my dignified queue with some reluctance.

Xinyin's actions made Yongye feel quite helpless, and he sighed in his heart that he was really liked by children, although...he couldn't find any element of being liked by him at all.

My President Zheng once explained this phenomenon that, for the continuation of the race, women generally have latent genes of admiration and attachment to the strong, which is just an inevitable result of the long-term evolution of organisms. Although Yong Ye did not object to this reasoning, he still felt quite speechless about this explanation. After all, is a ten-year-old child considered a woman?

Shaking his head to get these irrelevant thoughts out of his mind, Yong Ye quickly withdrew the unnecessary divergent thinking, and observed the cruel battlefield again, continuing to take control of the overall situation.

At present, the battle situation is stalemate, but at least the situation of head-on confrontation is still maintained. The policemen who cannot fight at a distance have shown very good abilities in melee combat, and they can generally deal with them within the scope of the team.

The police and the gastrulations each found a suitable opponent to fight. They couldn't fight collectively, but if they were divided into small groups, they were familiar with each other and could barely fight and support the gastritis.

The battlefield was illuminated bright red by the flames of the explosives. Although Yong Ye really wanted to bring the knife to the front, he needed to maintain the most basic order, otherwise it would really become a mess of sand, which would be bad, even if the commander killed the enemy himself. It can improve morale, but he also has to deal with Aldebaran. Before that, even if he is idle, he must be idle, because he needs to save his energy as much as possible.

As time passed, the gastrulae began to break into the interior of the defensive position one after another, and even reached the small hill where Yongye was located from time to time.

Just at this moment, a young policeman on the front line was bitten by a gastrula's mouthpart for a long time. He threw away his pistol, picked up a dagger, and slashed the gastrullian's neck repeatedly. This seemingly slender neck was not cut off.

After his initiator noticed this situation, he hurriedly left the enemy he was dealing with, ran over and took the dark Roman broadsword in his hand and chopped off the gastroenterologist's head, saving this man In fact, young police officers with a fairly low level of competence.

Then... the starter grabbed the young policeman's waist and used his superhuman physical strength to run back, thinking that it was because the policeman was injured and wanted to withdraw from the battlefield.

"stop."

Under the care of chaos, the girl accidentally took the police to the edge of the base camp. He pulled out the long knife at a speed, and pressed the tip of the knife to the forehead of the initiator, stopping her castration. As long as she moved forward a little bit, she would naturally end up with a craniotomy.

"What are you doing! Zhishu is injured! Can't fight and is not allowed to retreat to the back?!"

The girl nervously took a step back to avoid the edge of the jet-black blade, like an angry beast, glaring at Yong Ye with bright red pupils.

"It can be done, but it can't be done by you. All the wounded must be rescued by the stretchers and rescuers behind. The combatants are not allowed to transport the wounded back. When necessary, the combatants can only rescue the wounded to the It is the basic battlefield order to temporarily avoid life threats on relatively concealed terrain, and then the stretcher soldiers are responsible for the backward transport."

What Yong Ye said was not that he did not take care of the wounded, but that he had to take into account the issue of victory or defeat in the battle situation. Victory in battle must have a price, and soldiers who sacrificed and bleed were needed.

However, if the combatants are used to take care of the casualties, the battle situation is likely to change, and even other combatants mistakenly think that they are fleeing and trigger a chain of routs. A wounded soldier ran back, and the battle would not be able to continue.

Although such a rule is unfair to the casualties, it is a serious violation of the discipline of the battlefield that the uninjured fighters will affect the progress of the battle in order to rescue the wounded comrades, and may even cause the collapse of the battle situation. Ways to speak humanely.

"Wait until I bring Zhishu to the back! I'll go to the battlefield!"

"...do you think I'll agree?"

"I swear, I will definitely come back! I will definitely fight for Zhishu's share! ... Please let me take Zhishu to a place behind."

It didn't take long for the girl to soften again, and eagerly asked Yong Ye, but even so, Yong Ye still did not let go.

"I don't agree with letting children go to the battlefield, but I don't have the energy to care about that kind of thing at this time, and... I don't want to talk about that."

"..."

Facing Yong Ye's words, the girl kept her mouth shut, but lowered her head and silently stood in front of the policeman, thinking that she had already understood what Yong Ye meant.

If you want to ask why, it is naturally because...

"He has already begun to gastritis. What are you taking him to the back? Are you freeing gastritis? Although it's a bit cruel, at least let him die as a human."

Before being rescued by this girl, the policeman who was constantly injected with the virus had already appeared in the wound with the disgusting little limbs unique to the gastroenteritis, and it would not take long for it to turn into a gastrula.

But... even so... the girl didn't give up on him, but stood in front of him with a pale face, kneeling on the ground and crying to Yong Ye for mercy.

"Please, Lord Captain... Let go of Zhishu! Zhishu can still be saved! Zhishu's luck has always been very good, it's just gastrovirus! He will definitely be able to carry it, so please don't kill him !"

"...Although I really want to be merciful, it's impossible, just give up."

"I kowtow to you, I can do whatever you want, but... But let him go! I just ask you to let Zhishu go!"

"...Stop doing meaningless things. No matter how much you beg me, I won't change my mind on this kind of thing."

Looking at the **** the ground, who kept begging him with her forehead hitting the grass, Yong Ye sighed softly.

"The supervising team killed this guttural..."

"...If! If you have to kill! Then kill me first! I can't live without Zhishu! I don't want to live anymore!"

The girl who cried in vain interrupted Yongye's order, wiped her tears and stood up from the ground, raising the Roman sword in her hand, as if she wanted desperately to protect this policeman who actually had no hope of survival. .