Luo You couldn't hold on anymore.

After a long time, after three months of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the Immortal Army stationed in Chang'an fell one after another. The vanguard camp, which symbolized the Immortal Elite, was basically dead, only Rapur, Hongying and a few people were alive.

The Iron Guard Camp died thoroughly, and no one survived, and the entire banner was directly revoked.

After the death, there were not enough soldiers, so the cooks were brought to the top.

There are not enough cooks and soldiers, so I spend a day teaching the doctor to get the gun up.

There was not enough doctors, so they let the seriously injured person who was missing his arms and legs push him up.

In the end, the Chang'an Immortal Army died to only 40,000 people, and one out of ten was left. No one was left without any injury. Even the basic defense structure of the city wall could not be guaranteed.

How much damage did the Immortal Army bring to the Cross Church? No one can count it, and it can't be counted. It's estimated that it will be about millions.

Is there many? A lot. With 600,000 troops to compete with 35 million troops, bringing millions of killings, this is already a terrifying killing rate.

Is it useful? It's useless. So what if you kill millions? So what if you kill ten millions? The troops of the Cross Church are still in the tens of millions. It's only a matter of time before they break through Chang'an. The task of "guarding Chang'an" is a false proposition.

Chang'an is absolutely impossible to defend. The Central Committee of the Wangdu knows this, Luo You knows this, Chu Fan knows this, and all the undead soldiers know this. This war cannot have a miracle, and Chang'an will inevitably be lost.

Do you hope there is? Yes, as long as one condition is met, the Immortal Army will be considered "victory". This condition is: persevere until the evacuation order arrives.

But now it seems that this only hope has also disappeared.

I really can't hold on...

If the time when Chang'an lost its time at the beginning of the war was calculated using "month", then now, the time when Chang'an lost time is calculated is "day" or even "hour".

The city walls of Chang'an are full of dead bodies, and the black blood has already passed through people's ankles. The blood is dried up and sticky because it has been exposed for a long time. If the shoes are stepped on, they will be directly stuck and cannot be pulled out for a long time.

In this disgusting blood, the remaining soldiers of the undead soldiers lay down crookedly, and it was difficult to tell whether they were living or dead. Each of them had a few centimeters of meat paste, some of them were enemies and their own, comparable to the evil ghosts crawling out of hell, and even some even held limbs in their arms that came from where they came from. In the last days when the ammunition and food were exhausted, this was their food.

Although the Chang'an city wall has been blown to pieces and devastated, it still stands tall. Only the gap that was blasted out by the crossbow was left, but the only gap was blocked by the corpse mountain at this time.

In the past two months, the Cross Church has been crazily rushing to the gap. The fierce battle here continues day and night, like a horse-powered meat grinder, constantly devouring life. The dead bodies piled up a mountain of dozens of meters, blocking the ten-meter-wide gap.

The mountain of corpse is like a garbage dump in hell, with the Immortal Army Pioneer Battalion, the Cross Church Lion Heart Guard, the Iron Guard Battalion, the Teutonic Knights, and soldiers from various troops. Their broken limbs were twisted and entangled together. They were fighting during their lifetime, and even after death, they seemed to be fighting. Some were biting the other person's throat with their teeth, and some were inserting their hands into each other's eyes. The picture was frozen at this moment. Just looking at it can remind you of the blood and tragic battles.

Above this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a blood man sat at the top, and a scarlet umbrella was coldly inserted into the corpse of the demigod body. The red eyes looked bloodily at the church position in the distance, staring at everyone with a terrifying gaze.

After the fishing storm, the crow felt that this was a dead man. He boldly landed on his shoulder and pecked at the flesh and blood, but was quickly grabbed by his hands, chewing the skin into his mouth and turning it into nutrients.

In the distant church position, the brave knights caught a glimpse of the blood-red figure on the mountain of corpses. A terrible chill rose from their hearts, and they swallowed their throats unconsciously, and even dared not look directly at them.

This is a battlefield evil ghost.

This evil ghost has been standing on the mountain of corpse for more than a month, sleepless and never leaving for a minute. He cannot kill him by any means. The wounds slashed by the blade will heal instantly, and the limbs that were cut by the crossbows will recover in the blink of an eye. Even the splashed blood is like a beast. Once the blood beads splatter on your face, they will twist and split agitately, and finally open their bloody mouths and bit your head.

At the beginning, the knights would charge with glory, but they would not dare to go to the back. This has nothing to do with courage, faith, or piety, but the instinctive fear of human beings facing monsters.

At the front of the Knights' Front, Hoan Risen, wearing a pope, rode a pure unicorn. His eyes fell far away on the evil ghosts on the battlefield, and a strange intoxication was immersed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips also raised a bloody arc: "Glut eating, what a perfect creature."

A member of the Lionheart Guard asked: "Pope, will the knights take poison and launch another attack?"

The evil ghosts on the battlefield can eat people. The more people die, the more they eat, the harder they will kill.

But there is a prerequisite for this - the corpse must be edible.

In the subsequent impact, all siege troops will take a poison in advance. This poison will not take effect when alive. Once the human body dies, the toxicity will spread throughout the body, killing all remaining cell activity completely and can no longer be used for any phagocytosis.

Hoan Risen raised a sneering curve on his lips and said, "Don't hurry, let him hungry for a while."

"Yes." The members of the Lionheart Guard retreated.

When Hoan Risen looked at Luoyou from afar, Galahad, with broken armor, walked over. His cheeks were shriveled for some reason. He looked respectful, but his tone was extremely solemn: "Pope, our supplies can no longer be supported. Several transportation lines in the local church were cut off by the enemy's suicide squad. Now the front line is short of food, and everyone is crazy hungry."

The army is naturally fierce, but it is not without its shortcomings. The 35 million troops are 35 million mouths, and a large part of them are ferocious beasts. The food intake of ferocious beasts is no more than that of humans, not to mention those demigod bodies that have transplanted binge-eating cells.

After three months of fierce battle, the evil ghosts on the battlefield were hungry, and the Cross Church was also hungry.

Hoanlison did not look at Galahad, but still stared at Luo You. It was not until his subordinates heard a second reminder that the corner of his lips raised and said calmly: "Is slaughtering ferocious beasts and eating their meat? Is one million enough?"

Galahad was stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment in his mind, and said in a deep voice: "If you rely on slaughtering all the beasts, one million beasts should be enough to eat for a week."

"That's it." Huoanlison looked at the dead Chang'an City and said with a smile, "It will be over soon, soon."

Galahad subconsciously followed Hoanlison's gaze and looked into the distance. When he saw Luo You on the Corpse Mountain, the primitive fear of facing the monster made him tremble unconsciously. He didn't know how the Pope would cross this evil ghost on the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of elite knights have become part of the Corpse Mountain.

On the other hand, Ho Anlison just smiled and stared at Luo You, as if the overall situation had been decided...
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