"Yes!"
"Give us weapons, we can kill the monsters!"
"We can't just sit here and wait to die..."
The hundreds of garrison soldiers behind the commander all looked grave. The mutation had isolated them, and their comrades outside were sacrificing. They could no longer bear hiding underground, listening to the disappearing voices on the communication frequency. At this moment, everyone stood up resolutely.
"Company Commander."
...
At the commercial plaza ring defense line, General Zhuang Yan of the 7th Division had his eardrums ruptured six hours ago, and had to turn up the volume on his headset to hear anything.
"All of Fifth Avenue has fallen? What about the Mecha Brigade!?"
Inside the defense line, the original armored division of over 12,000 people now had less than 4,000 left, relying solely on heavy weaponry for defense.
"General, over there!"
