Chapter 1081: Corpse

Luo worry can't hold on.
After a long period of time, after three months of fighting and fighting, the undead soldiers stationed in Chang'an fell one after another, symbolizing that the pioneering camp of the undead is basically dead, only Rabble and Hung Hom and a few people are alive.
The iron guard camp was completely dead, and did not live one person. The entire flag was directly revoked.
When the soldiers died, the soldiers were not enough.
The squadron was not enough. Spend a day teaching the doctor to come up with a gun.
The doctor is not enough, so that the seriously wounded who lacked arms and legs will come up.
In the end, Chang'an Undead Army died with only 40,000 people left. There is no one in it. No one is harmless. Even the basic defense of the city wall cannot be guaranteed.
What is the killing that the undead army brought to the cross church? No one counts, nor can it count, and the estimate is probably a few million.
More? a lot of. With 600,000 troops contending with 35 million troops and carrying millions of kills, this is already an appalling killing rate.
is that useful? Useless. How about killing millions? How about being killed by you for ten million? The troops of the Cross Church are still in the order of tens of millions. It is only a matter of time before they break through Chang'an. The task of "holding Changan" is originally a false proposition.
Chang'an is absolutely unstoppable. Wang Duo Central knows this. Luo worry knows this. Chu Fan knows this. All the undead soldiers know this. There is no miracle in this war. Changan will definitely fall.
I hope there is? Yes, as long as a condition is reached, the undead army will be "victorious". This condition is: insist on the arrival of the evacuation order.
But now it seems that this only hope has disappeared.
Really can't hold on...
If the war begins at the beginning of the war, Chang'an's time of failure will be calculated by "month". Now, Chang'an's time of failure is calculated as "day" or even "hour".
Chang'an City Wall is full of dead bodies. The black blood has not passed the human ankles. These bloods are dry and sticky because of prolonged exposure. When the shoes are stepped on, they will be directly stuck, and they will not be pulled out for a long time.
In this disgusting blood, the remaining undead soldiers are lying down on the ground. It is difficult to tell whether these are living or dead. Everyone is covered with meat after a few centimeters, and there are enemies. There are also their own evil spirits that are comparable to crawling out. What's more, there are still those who don't know where they are in their arms. This is their ration when they fight for the last time.
Although the Chang'an City Wall has been smashed and devastated, it still stands still. Only the gap that was bombarded by the scorpion has remained, but the only gap has been blocked by the corpse.
In the past two months, the Cross Church has frantically launched an attack on the gap. The fierce fight here continues around the clock, like a horse-grown meat grinder, which constantly devours life, and the bodies of the dead are piled up. A tens of meters of mountains, blocked the gap of ten meters wide.
The corpse is like a junkyard in hell. There are undead army pioneers, a cross-church lion guard, an iron guard, a Teutonic Knights, and soldiers from various units. Their broken limbs are twisted and twisted together. During his lifetime, he was killed. Even if he died, he was like killing. Some people are biting each other’s throat with their teeth. Some people put their hands into each other’s eyes. The picture is fixed at this moment. Just watching it can be associated with the battle of the battle. Terrible.
Above the sea of ​​this corpse, a blood man sits at the top, and the scarlet red umbrella is coldly inserted in the body of the semi-deity. The red eyes are and looking at the church position in the distance. The chilly gaze glares at everyone.
The hurricane stroking, the crow felt that this was a dead man, boldly falling on his shoulders and eating flesh and blood, but he was quickly caught by his hand, and even the skin and the hair were chewed into the mouth and turned into nutrients.
In the distant church position, the brave knights saw the blood-red figure on the corpse mountain. The terrible coolness rose from the heart, and they swallowed their throats unconsciously, even dare not look straight.
This is a battlefield evil spirit.
This evil spirit has been standing on the corpse of the mountain for more than a month. He has not slept, and he has not left for a minute or two. No matter how he can kill him, the wounds that have been cut by the blade will heal instantly, and the limbs of the guns will break. Restoration, that is, the blood that is splashed is wildly beastly. Once the blood drops on your face, they will twitch and split, and finally open the blood basin and bite your head.
In the beginning, the knights will also carry out the charge with glory, but they dare not go up when they hit the back. This has nothing to do with courage, no faith, no piety, but human instinct fear of facing monsters.
At the forefront of the Cavaliers, Hoan Risen, wearing a pope's robe, rides a pure unicorn. His eyes are on the battlefield evil spirits. His eyes are immersed in a strange intoxication, and his lips are raised. A arc: "Overeating, what a perfect creature."
A Lionheart Guard member asked: "Does the Pope let the knights take poison and start the impact again?"
The evil spirits in the battlefield will eat people. The more dead people, the more he eats, the harder it is to kill.
But there is a premise that the body must be edible.
In the subsequent impact, all siege units will take a poison in advance. This poison will not work when it is alive. Once the human body dies, the toxicity will spread in the whole body cells, killing all the remaining cell activities. Dead, can no longer be used for any engulfing.
Huo Li Lisen’s mouth raised a sneer and said:
No hurry, let him hungry for a while.

"Yes." The Lions Guard team members retreated.
When Hoan Risen looked at Luo's worries, Galahad, who was broken by the armor, came over. His cheeks were so thin that they had dried up. EbookFREE.me~ The look was respectful, but the tone was extremely dignified: "The Pope, Our supply has been unsustainable. Several local transportation lines have been cut off by the enemy's death squads. Now there is a shortage of food on the front line, and everyone is hungry."
The size of the army is fierce, but it is not without its shortcomings. There are 35 million troops, that is 35 million mouths, and a large part of them are still beasts. The beasts can eat no more than humans, not to mention the semi-divines that have transplanted gluttonous cells.
After three months of fighting, the battlefield was hungry and the cross church was hungry.
Hoan Risen did not look at Galahad, still watching Luo worry, until the second reminder came from his subordinates, he only raised his lips and said plainly: "Slaughter the beasts, eat their flesh, one million heads enough?"
Galahad squatted for a while, and his mind was for a moment, and he said: "All of them rely on slaughtering beasts, and a million beasts should be enough for a week."
"That's it." Hoan Risen looked at the dead Chang'an City and smiled. "It will all end soon, very soon."
Galahad subconsciously followed Hoan Risen's gaze to look into the distance. When he saw Luo's worries on the corpse, the primitive fear of facing the monster made him feel unconscious. He didn't know how the pope would cross this one. In the battlefield evil spirits, hundreds of thousands of elite knights have become part of the corpse.
On the other hand, Hoan Risen, he just smiles and looks at Luo Wei, as if the overall situation has been set...