The next day, the third day, the fourth day For a week, both sides remained silent.

However, the battle between the two armies has actually begun. The fighting spirit of the giant army is becoming more and more violent day by day, pressing towards the human camp like a tsunami, as if to crush everyone's will.

However, Shen Yi did not let Wen Chi and others take action.

If it were an ordinary civilization, it would have collapsed completely under such pressure, and order would have broken down.

But this civilization is different.

Long before Shen Yi arrived, they had already felt despair and fought until the last moment.

Therefore, at this time, the ten generals, including senior military officers, were very clear about their responsibilities.

Every day on the training ground, their loud encouragement can be clearly heard.

"Don't be afraid, don't be terrified."

"Our previous situation was much worse than it is now!"

“All our compatriots in the rear are working hard for us!”

"Everything is getting better and better, and we must persevere!"

"Think about our families and our country. Do we have any way out?"

"All we can do is fight to the last moment!"

"Everyone who came here is sacrificing their lives for the country, so what is there to be afraid of?"

“.”

Not only will fear spread, but courage will also spread. Although there will be people who collapse under the pressure, there are also fearless and passionate people. The two are engaging in a fierce confrontation with the entire front line as their battlefield.

However, some things are true.

They have no way out.

Behind them are their families. Once they collapse, all of humanity will become a living hell.

With this understanding, the warriors can and must suppress their fear.

More and more people are starting to vent their emotions through crazy training.

The training ground is filled with rich energy every day.

This pervasive power seemed to weaken the oppressive momentum from the enemy and also made the soldiers move closer to this side.

Song Heze has even settled down here.

When he was thirsty or hungry, he would eat on the side. When he was sleepy, he would just fall to the ground. When he woke up, he would train on the training ground, or fight with other people of equal strength, or repeat the sword techniques passed down countless times by himself. At the beginning, he was the only one in his entire brigade who did this, but now, everyone in the entire brigade does this, even the rest of the brigade.

It was as if the training ground had become the home of all the soldiers.

The top leaders also did not oppose this phenomenon.

They knew very well that when the warriors gathered together and continued to fight, fear would be constantly dispelled.

After being exhausted again, Song Heze sat back on the edge of the unknown, gasping for breath, his eyes still on the training ground, witnessing the training of his comrades.

"Captain." A low voice suddenly came from the teammate beside him.

He turned around and saw a warrior who was two years younger than him.

At this moment, the soldier, who should still be on campus, had a confused look in his eyes.

"Can we really stop it?" he asked softly.

Looking at his flushed face, I knew that he knew he shouldn't ask such questions, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

The little soldier's face suddenly turned red.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Song Heze smiled, "I've had this nightmare for five years."

Not to mention the young soldier who asked the question, even many of his teammates nearby looked over.

Obviously surprised.

In their eyes, although this captain was young, he was extremely talented and fought very hard. Although he won the battle on the battlefield for the first time, he also made remarkable achievements and showed no sign of cowardice.

But such a captain actually had a nightmare for five years?

"My home is just behind the passage," Song Heze began to tell his story.

Although it sounds like a simple thing, after all, they only witnessed the opening of the passage and the invasion of the giants, but everyone can clearly feel the fear contained in it.

Because when they first heard the news and saw the scene on TV, even though the feeling was not as strong as seeing it with their own eyes, they were still filled with the same fear.

Peace is gone, and they are still facing monster-like enemies.

The tragedy of family breakdown and death seems to be able to happen to me at any time.

Death and tragedy are closer to them than ever before.

"How did the captain make adjustments?" someone nearby asked impatiently.

In their eyes, Song Heze had obviously adjusted.

His performance and his current strength are proof of that.

"I just don't want to die like those people who died at that time, without any resistance." Song Heze calmly gave an answer that seemed to be a matter of course. He raised his head, looked up into the sky, and murmured as if talking to himself, "If the world ends the next moment, I also hope to die while struggling. In this way, at least I won't regret not struggling at the last moment."

"."The rest of the people were silent.

They couldn't tell whether this was courage or excessive despair.

But soon.

Several people suddenly stood up and returned to training without looking back.

Then more and more people came.

Including Song Heze.

After all, even if it is the worst outcome and humanity is defeated, there are only two options left: either collapse and die in the pain of a broken country and ruined families, or move forward bravely and at least die as a hero on the battlefield.

Just like the countless martyrs of the Heroic Soul Group.

In the next half month, even though the giants' deliberately concentrated military force became stronger and stronger, they even completely suppressed the human army's military force.

But from beginning to end, there was no collapse.

Even in comparison, the human will to fight is like a candle in the wind, so tiny, but it continues to burn and hold on to its own light.

Alexandra knew.

The military tactics failed.

I never thought such a weak race could have such cohesion. His eyes became serious again.

Even if he had previously confirmed that the enemy had fifth-level strongmen as support, he would not have had the expression he had at this moment. This meant that he truly regarded the human race as an enemy of the giants. With such momentum, the future of this race already had such capital.

The giants are a race that values ​​courage. They never question courage, no matter how weak the person who possesses it may seem.

(End of this chapter)