Chapter 169 Pressure

After speaking, Varrick turned around and walked quickly towards the frontline command center. He had no intention of returning to the command center at the rear.

The adjutant looked at the slightly forlorn figure of the general he had followed for many years. A flash of deep worry flashed in his eyes before he quickly followed.

On the frontier, the killing and death continued...

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Dawn is often the time when people are most tired and sleepy.

Fierce battles keep people in high spirits.

But this kind of excitement is undoubtedly a short-term state, and physical fatigue will not disappear directly.

The state of excitement will gradually decline as time goes by, until fatigue and weakness instantly invade the whole body.

After fighting all night, Osam was exhausted.

He sat slumped in the trench, and with trembling hands that were still cramped, he took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his military uniform.

Finding that the cigarette box was empty, Osam sighed heavily.

When his chest was rising and falling, he touched the left chest again. The laceration had just been simply bandaged, and the pain made him gasp.

When the pain subsided slightly, he got up and went to the pile of corpses by the wall to rummage.

Many of the belongings he pulled out were thrown carelessly on the ground dripping with blood and rolled away.

It wasn't until half a pack of cigarettes was taken out of a corpse's pocket that Osam stopped rummaging through the pile of corpses.

I saw him sitting down among the dead, taking out a cigarette stained with blood spots and lighting it.

Looking at the gradually brightening skyline, a puff of smoke was slowly exhaled from between his chapped lips.

Then there was resentment in his eyes.

"Damn Supervisory Team!"

After fighting all night on the front line, he had clearly realized this.

They can't hold this line of defense at all!

If the defense line does not move back, everyone on the front line will be killed here.

He hasn't lived enough yet, and he doesn't want to die here meaninglessly.

But just last night, the headquarters issued a death order, and they must defend their position and cannot retreat.

A team of war supervisors was even dispatched to patrol behind the lines, and those who retreated from the battle would be executed on the spot.

"Damn Varrick and those fanatics!"

Apart from retaining the most basic respect for the illusory God of Creation due to the influence of the environment in which he grew up, Osam has no faith at all.

I saw those fanatical believers shouting to fight to the death and then rush out of the bunker.

Then he was torn to pieces and gave his life to a god who never came.

Osim felt sorry for these brainwashed compatriots.

In fact, many of the one-eyed people who survived this night's battle had negative and pessimistic thoughts similar to Osam's.

There are smart people everywhere, and some discerning people can see clearly.

Those monsters clearly had absolute air superiority, but they never launched air strikes on the city.

And the battlefield was deliberately limited to the periphery of the city, not counting the broad southeastern defense area.

This means that those monsters are most likely unwilling to destroy the city.

It also means that the other party is not the kind of irrational and chaotic evil god preached by the Holy Religion.

The instinct of intelligent life prompts them to look for every possibility of survival when facing death.

Because of the large number of deaths of those with strong faith, fear of war continued to spread on the battlefield.

By the time the senior executives realized it, this dangerous momentum was already difficult to contain.

In the frontline battlefield command post on the edge of the city.

"General, if this continues, the frontline troops may soon... collapse!"

"Do you think we should let the war team stationed at the forward positions, suppress negative comments, and supervise the war on the spot?"

The adjutant reported the immediate reports of commanders at all levels on the front line, his face unable to conceal his anxiety.

Varrick's eyes were slightly closed, his back was hunched, his right elbow was propped on the podium, and his fingers were on his forehead.

He just sat there in silence, with no response.

It wasn't until the siren sounded again from the front line that he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.

He hissed and asked: "If the front lines in other directions are completely changed and handed over to the militia for garrison, how many combat troops can be mobilized?"

"If we put all our efforts, we can still mobilize close to two million, but..."

The adjutant seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he hesitated.

The southeastern front has lost its systematic defense fortifications and lacks heavy firepower weapons.

Each round of enemy attacks will cause heavy casualties to the frontline defenders.

If you want to hold on to your position, you can only rely on soldiers to keep sacrificing their lives.

Even if we add another two million troops, we won't be able to last long.

"How did the Holy City respond?"

"When will the reinforcements arrive?"

Varrick asked coldly as he curled his fingers and tapped his knuckles on the table.

The adjutant gritted his teeth, forced himself to suppress his anger, and then replied:

"The reply they gave is that the mobile support force they sent earlier has been speeded up as much as possible and will be slightly faster than the original estimated time. Let us persist for two more days!"

"Oh, mobile support force, two days later..."

Varrick seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He stayed up all night, summarizing in detail the situation between the enemy and ourselves and the gap in troop strength.

I rushed to report it to the Holy City, but I only waited for this reply.

What he requested was that the Holy City quickly mobilize elite troops for emergency support.

Rather than those mobile support units that go around putting out fires.

After all, as long as high-speed troops are dispatched directly from the Holy City, they will rush to the rescue at full speed.

You can reach here in less than twenty hours.

Varrick was about to say something more when he heard the sharper sound of the air defense siren again.

Moreover, it is different from the past.

This time the air defense siren sounded from all directions at the same time.

"What happened? The defense line was breached?"

Varrick suddenly stood up and quickly rushed out of the frontline headquarters.

He raised his head and looked outside the city, his eyes widening suddenly.

Swallowing hard, he slowly turned his neck and looked around the sky.

In the cloudy eyes, the pupils continued to dilate.

Like a wave of purple, it spreads from the ends of the earth.

In the distant sky, endless billowing dark clouds approach from all directions.

The high-pitched neighing and roaring sounds gradually approached from far away, and then echoed over the entire city.

The overwhelming tide of insects completely covered the sky that had just glowed with white light.

It brings endless oppression and fear to everyone who sees this scene.

"Is this the real main force of the enemy?"

"The number should far exceed one billion..."

"Our reinforcements did not arrive, but the opponent's follow-up troops did."

Just one look at this swarm of insects can bring endless fear and despair.

The unprecedented pressure made Varrick's heart uncontrollably slide into the abyss.