"Sir, there are a large number of civilians from hundreds of countries on the front line, what should we do? Please instruct!" The signal soldier in the trench looked at the group of numb civilians in the distance, subconsciously breathing heavily, holding the communication device in the palm of his hand Wet with sweat.
The bodies of the other fighters, especially those from the Eastern Hundred Kingdoms, couldn't stop shaking slightly.
There is excitement, there is joy, but more worry and fear.
They are afraid that their superiors will order them to shoot these unarmed and innocent civilians, their relatives, their best friends, and their countrymen.
'Huh~huh~huh~'
There was silence in the communicator, and in the silence was the sound of heavy and suppressed breathing.
"Sir, they have entered the shooting range, please issue an order as soon as possible."
"Don't urge me, don't fucking urge me!" The voice in the microphone was brutal, like a beast in a desperate situation.
"Sir, there are still a large number of alien races behind them, please give orders as soon as possible!" The communications soldier also roared almost at the top of his lungs.
Whoops, whoops, whoops~
After yelling this sentence into the microphone, the communications soldier's face was covered with tears at some point.
His left fist was tightly clenched, his nails were embedded in the flesh, blood dripped and fell on the ground, and he didn't feel anything as he swung a circle of dust away, staring at the microphone without blinking.
Waiting for the order to be issued.
"I'll give this order." An old voice sounded from the other end of the microphone.
The young communicator immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was Cheng Jianguo, the highest commander on the front line.
The correspondent's throat suddenly became very dry for some reason, his hands and feet felt inexplicably weak, and his heart was beating wildly, like the deafening roar of an evening bell ringing at sunset in his chest.
He licked the corners of his cracked lips, breathing more and more heavily, and a drop of sweat fell into his eyes, which was so painful that he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.
At this moment, it seemed that someone had pressed the pause button with the remote control panel, and everything became stagnant.
"Help me to cover the entire battlefield with my voice. I have something to say to all the fighters who resisted stubbornly and to our compatriots."
hum~
An invisible ripple spread out from the center of the base camp.
Cheng Jianguo's vicissitudes of voice sounded slowly on the battlefield:
"My name is Cheng Jianguo. I am a soldier from Liguo, and I am also the supreme commander in charge of the entire battle situation."
"Now the enemy sends our relatives, our friends, and our compatriots to the battlefield in order to break our will, which is despicable.
This battle of hearts....they won. "
"However, my soldiers, my compatriots, we have no way out. From the moment the foreign race stepped into our world, it is doomed that there is no option to surrender and beg for mercy in this war.
This is a battle of civilizations, a war between human civilization and alien civilization. There is no surrender, no begging for mercy, only life and death. "
"Sooner or later, we will all die, and our corpses will rot into dry bones, and after thousands of years, they will turn into handfuls of yellow sand.
After thousands of years, perhaps we have long been forgotten by future generations.
But the green hills are still there, the green water is flowing, and our descendants can still run freely in this vast land. "
"However, if we choose to step back, our traces will be erased, and human beings will no longer have today, nor will they have a future."
