The longswords they used on their missions were obtained through Bellamy's efforts.
The 11th Army primarily used melee weapons against the enemy, and this proved to be extremely effective, preventing them from actually engaging in hand-to-hand combat with these damned monsters after running out of ammunition and supplies.
His teammate gave a dry laugh.
"Perhaps, but let's make it clear first, an old guy like me is applying for exemption from the exam."
Only the two of them remained from the first squad, and the number of aliens around them showed no signs of decreasing. Duke gave a wry smile: "Fortunately, I updated my will before I left."
His teammate struggled to pull the longsword out of the alien's bones: "Damn it, you should have called me."
Gradually, they lost the strength to speak.
The constant influx of alien species plunged them into despair.
Duke moved his lips slightly: "I think I'm about to collapse. I feel the ground beneath my feet starting to tremble. After I pass out, I'll allow you to use me as a shield for a while."
His teammates did not answer.
After a long pause, he said tremblingly, "This isn't your imagination. I felt it too. Something is approaching!"
Their vision was blocked, and they could only feel a sudden chill above their heads, followed by a sudden tightening around their waists. They were bound by something like ropes and fished out of the monster horde like fishermen.
In a daze, the two heard a familiar female voice.
"Seriously, Levi, have you gained weight? You've slowed down a lot."
A booming voice came from directly above the two: "Huh? Passengers have no right to complain!"
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