novel bin Chapter 90 The Demon Army's Defeat
Chapter 90 The Demon Army's Defeat
Lin Mo looked into the distance; the teleportation portal was five kilometers away.
This command is very strange.
Wasn't the retreat meant to make him avoid their sharp edge?
But we're already behind the defense line, why are they making us dig holes? What are they trying to do?
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Unless... some kind of indiscriminate, large-scale attack is about to occur!
Nuclear strike?
Lin Mo's face darkened.
He didn't quite understand Long Zhan's decision. Even a low-yield nuclear weapon like a hydrogen bomb wouldn't be a joke in terms of nuclear radiation.
There are still so many warriors and elf allies here!
Lin Mo exhaled a breath of stale air and decided to follow the arrangements first, and ask General Long about anything else later.
He glanced at Wu Suowei and his three other guards, who had already taken out their entrenching tools and started digging a hole. He immediately frowned.
"This is too slow."
He turned around and found a ground-type spirit not far away. After communicating with the spirit, the spirit readily agreed to help.
The formidable firepower of the Great Xia people on the front lines was evident to all and shocked the entire audience.
Although many elves had never met Lin Mo before, they were happy to help their ally, Da Xia, with whatever small favors they could.
Under the magical control of the elves, the ground rapidly sank, the soil churned, and a simple tunnel large enough to accommodate hundreds of people quickly took shape.
This ensures that when the shockwave hits, the warriors and elves can quickly jump into the tunnels for cover.
The guards looked at the small pit they had just dug, then at the tunnel ahead, and silently put away their entrenching tools.
Wu Suowei: "......."
at this time,
"oh--!!!"
"We won!!"
"The demons have retreated! The demon army has withdrawn!!"
A deafening cheer suddenly erupted from the front lines.
Lin Mo was taken aback.
The demons retreated, so we won?
Our portal was saved?
Overwhelmed with joy, he excitedly hugged Wu Suowei, who was standing next to him.
"We won! Hahahaha!" Lin Mo cheered jubilantly.
"The portal is protected! It's protected!"
"Yes...yes! We won!" Wu Suowei's laughter sounded somewhat forced.
"Let's go! Go back and check the portal! The sun's already up, it should be about time!" Lin Mo let go of him and waved excitedly.
However, Wu Suowei's smile was rather unpleasant.
"What's wrong? Let's go!" Lin Mo urged.
Wu Suowei's mouth moved slightly.
"Commander... something's happened at the portal."
Lin Mo's smile froze instantly.
matter?
He recalled the order that seemed to be for a nuclear strike, and seeing Wu Suowei's hesitant expression, a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
Could it be that the nuclear strike was not intended to target the demon army behind their lines?
Or is it the danger on the other side of the portal?
His expression changed, and he pressed on with the question:
"What happened?"
Lin Mo's attention had been drawn to the siege behemoth, and he hadn't noticed at all that Volaz had broken through the defenses and stormed the portal in a single dash.
The siege behemoths are so large that they put a lot of pressure on the defensive lines, so it's normal to overlook the movements of the smaller demons.
The guard's communication channel was different from Lin Mo's.
Lin Mo was responsible for translation at the front lines, so he was connected to a channel on the front lines to prevent misunderstandings in communication and command between the soldiers and the elves.
Wu Suowei was always the one relaying messages to the command center, so he knew some things that Lin Mo didn't.
Wu Suowei shook his head.
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems that nuclear weapons were used, and some of our brothers sacrificed their lives."
Lin Mo's heart sank after hearing this, and he didn't ask any more questions.
He abruptly dropped the Gatling gun and his heavy armor, then turned and sprinted toward the portal five kilometers away.
The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery rushed past.
"Don't be hurt, please don't be hurt."
He prayed incessantly in his heart.
The closer you get, the more pungent the smell of gunpowder becomes.
The ground began to become pitted and uneven, as if it had been repeatedly plowed by countless artillery shells.
Lin Mo's heart sank little by little.
When he rushed up a high slope and saw the scene around the teleportation portal in the distance, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
One after another, the charred remains of armored vehicles, reduced to mere skeletons, lay paralyzed on the ground, billowing black smoke.
The part in the middle that was almost cut in half makes it impossible to imagine the severity of the impact.
Centered on the portal, the land within a radius of nearly a kilometer is filled with various parts.
There were also some corpses.
Broken limbs, charred internal organs, deformed weapon parts, and shattered equipment fragments.
They mingled with the grass and soil, creating a scene of such devastation that words cannot describe it.
Hundreds of medical personnel and soldiers are rapidly moving through this bloody mess.
With trembling hands, they stuffed mutilated bodies into body bags, or dragged wounded soldiers who were still breathing from the piles of corpses, and quickly carried them into the portal on stretchers.
What happened?
Why is this happening?
The demons came here?
Lin Mo's lips moved, but no sound came out.
He took steps toward the teleportation portal, his legs already somewhat unresponsive.
He passed by a heavily wounded soldier lying in a pool of blood and rushed over.
One of his legs was missing, blood was flowing everywhere, his eyes were lifeless, and he was about to fall into a coma.
He immediately knelt down and picked up the soldier.
"Commander..." The soldier's eyes were fixed on Lin Mo's face, his voice barely audible and weak.
Lin Mo stared blankly at the other person's pale face covered in dirt.
My hands are trembling.
This soldier was full of vigor and vitality, just like the rising sun, before he set off.
Shouting that they were fearless.
But now he is physically disabled and has given himself away.
Lin Mo wanted to offer some words of comfort,
But tears were already welling up in her eyes.
It felt like my throat was blocked.
He couldn't utter a single word.
"Let's go... I'll take you... home!" Lin Mo suppressed his grief, used a bandage to stop the bleeding, picked him up, and walked towards the teleportation portal.
"Commander, leave it to us!" Two soldiers quickly ran over carrying an empty stretcher and took the wounded soldier.
Lin Mo released his grip and looked around at the wounded soldiers groaning in pain on the ground, receiving temporary first aid.
Looking at the mangled corpses stuffed into black bags, my mind went blank.
Several footsteps approached silently; it was Zhao Gang, Long Zhan, and the others.
Lin Mo raised his eyes and said urgently:
"General Long."
"What's going on?"
Why were there casualties?
Even in the early hours of the morning, the faces of these soldiers were still vivid in my mind.
Now, just a few hours later, they are separated by death in this way.
Lin Mo's parents died early, which greatly affected and impacted her.
He could even picture a little girl stretching out her palm, blinking her big, tearful eyes, and uttering those tender words in a pitiful voice.
"Uncle, I'll return your martyr's medal to you, but can you please return my father to me?"
Lin Mo felt like he was going crazy when he thought about all this.