He saw Zuo Jiang, who was in a very dangerous situation, and he raised the gun in his hand.

Five hundred...

Feng Xiang...

Pull the trigger and shoot it in the head!

Zuo Jiang panted heavily and gave Zhang Ling a thumbs up. He was almost killed just now. He was no longer surprised by Zhang Ling's amazing marksmanship.

The orc army had already rushed up, and they retreated to the second line.

Continue to hold on tenaciously.

…

The third day of the battle.

Zhang Ling and his men are in a very bad situation now. Their second-line position is a low hillside, surrounded by a large army of orcs. The enemy has cut off their contact with the outside world. This is probably the state of being isolated and helpless.

Orcs are not all reckless men who only know how to rush around recklessly based on passion. In countless battles with humans, they have learned cunning and strategy.

There are also gunfire sounds in other areas, and I don’t know what’s going on, who has the upper hand, etc…

It was like a blind man. Radio communications could be sent out, but the command center had no choice because the fighting in other areas was also very tense and they could not withdraw troops to reinforce.

To put it bluntly, you can only rely on yourself.

By late at night, they had repelled the enemy's attacks dozens of times and were exhausted. The team of thousands of people was reduced to less than three hundred people.

Among these people are not only Huacang soldiers, but also Alis soldiers, and their morale is very low now.

"We really won't die here, will we?"

"Perhaps."

"I want to go home."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too."

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