Looking around at the countless bright eyes staring at him, Ke An felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier, and the pressure suddenly increased.

Looking back through the eyes of these brothers, although the beast tide in the distance was temporarily blocked by countless ice spikes, ground spikes, flames, lightning, and wind blades.

But if the danger of the poisonous insects in mid-air isn't eliminated soon, they can declare their mission a failure.

After all, it would take some time for the beasts on the ground to rush into the city, and the city walls could provide some resistance, but these damned poisonous bees and moths could fly and could cross their defenses at any time.

Just as Ke An was in a state of panic, the poisonous insects turned around and began spraying their venom at the humans on the ground.

In an instant, dark green venom and powdery poison reflecting iridescent light rained down from all directions.

The already fragile mental shield above everyone's heads instantly became even more precarious.

Knowing there was no way to wait any longer, Ke An gave the order with tears in his eyes.

"All ranged attackers should switch targets to the poisonous insects in mid-air, alternating between odd and even numbers to maintain the attack frequency."

Hold up the mental barrier for me! Haven't you eaten?

Melee units, attack! Use your skills freely! Stop the beast horde! Listen carefully, stop the beast horde even if it kills you!

The commander knew very well that this was almost a death sentence. Looking at the familiar yet innocent faces in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

However, his response was not the incessant complaints and weeping of the melee fighters, but rather a series of loud shouts and curses.

"Damn it, it's finally my turn to go on stage. If I wasn't afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, I would have rushed up there already. What kind of crap is this command? I could command better than this sissy."

Just then, a loud, gruff voice rang out, and Ke An turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

He recognized the old soldier who was yelling.

Old Scarface, a veteran who served in Tengchong City for 11 years.

Normally a cunning old fox, always sly and sly, but now he had a death-defying expression, shirtless, revealing his muscular physique, laughing and cursing as he charged towards the beast horde.

And there were people around him who chimed in.

"He's just a chief of staff, he doesn't know anything about command. When it comes to command, of course, you're the most reliable one, Scarface."

"That's right, that's right. In the past, when we fought against the alien beast legions, our melee regiment was always the one charging in front. Unlike now, we have to hide at the back... Haha, die!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old soldier drew his sword and slashed at a strange beast that had broken free from the flames.

The longsword's blade sliced ​​through the air in a crescent shape, colliding with the beast's claws and sparking a series of flashes.

A loud roar erupted as the claws clashed, but the giant lizard beast did not pause for a moment. Instead, it lashed out fiercely with its barbed tail.

Caught off guard, the veteran, who hadn't even caught his breath, was swept away, his chest caved in, and he was coughing up hot blood.

Just as the giant lizard was about to press its advantage, Old Scarface stepped in front of it in time.

With a roar, its already enormous body grew three times larger, its rock-like muscles clearly defined beneath its skin. Then, it lowered its body, exerted force with its shoulders, and sent the giant lizard flying.

The price he paid for doing so was that his opponent scratched three deep, bone-revealing wounds on his arm.

However, he didn't care at all, and while throwing punches to defend himself, he laughed and mocked his companions on the ground.

"Hahaha, old dog, you're so useless. You've got nothing but this much ability, yet you still pretend to be something you're not."

The old soldier, nicknamed "Old Dog," blushed when he heard his brother's mockery.

However, as if he couldn't feel his injuries, he rolled on the ground and got up, then swung his knife at the lizard's neck again.

"clang--"

Another metallic clang rang out, and the old dog's longsword was deflected. But he was not discouraged. He pressed down hard on the giant lizard's head with his left hand, and with his other hand, he gripped the longsword and thrust it downwards again.

The sharp longsword was surrounded by layers of spiritual energy before it pierced directly through the giant lizard's neck.

Old Dog used his left hand to hold down the lizard's head, which was constantly shaking and struggling, while his right hand gripped the long knife and pulled it down hard!

"You dare embarrass your grandfather? Die!"

With a muffled "plop!" and the sound of bright red liquid splashing onto the ground, the giant lizard's head was finally severed.

During the fierce struggle, the veteran, who was full of heroic spirit, aggravated his injuries and coughed up blood again.

Only then did he have the nerve to retort.

"Hahaha, a fourth-grade beast, decapitated in two strikes! That's my skill! As for you, why are you still dawdling?"

Before the veteran could catch his breath, he attacked another beast.

...

Since the melee group clashed with the main force of the beast tide, fierce fighting tactics of exchanging wounds for wounds and lives have been taking place all over the battlefield, which stretches for several kilometers.

As a result, the medical team at the rear simply couldn't keep up with the healing efforts of so many people. Many soldiers, due to the severity of their injuries sustained in the fight, fell into eternal sleep on the very road they had patrolled countless times, never to wake up again.