The sounds of chopping rang out without end, reducing the heart of the ruins to a bloody mess of flesh and bone. Everyone watched in shock, unable to find any words to describe how they felt.
It was too heavy!
The zombies were dead, the alien species were gone, and the enemy army had been wiped out.
This battle was over. It had been full of twists and dangers, but it truly was over. They had reclaimed control of these mountains and forests, and no matter what they had gone through, this battle proclaimed Wolf Fang's great victory.
They had only a little over four thousand troops, yet they had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of zombies. The four hundred members of the Wolf Fang Team had also killed all fifteen hundred alien species and five hundred enemy New Humans.
Defeating the many with the few, fighting the strong with the weak—they had won brilliantly, gloriously enough to shake the world!
But Chu Han, the supreme commander who had led them to victory in this earth-shattering battle, had been driven to this state by those hateful enemies at a time that should have been filled with celebration and joy!
What did it mean to lose consciousness yet still maintain the instinct to fight?
The members of the Wolf Fang Regiment had never experienced such a situation, but that did not mean they did not understand it. During past training, Chu Han had always emphasized one thing: imprint combat awareness upon the soul and make fighting an instinct.
Even if they lost consciousness, even if they were completely exhausted, they could continue fighting forever.
Wolf Fang would never lose!
This showed just how many enemies Chu Han had faced and what kind of hair-raising battle he had endured before remaining standing amid