Fire Across the Wasteland, the Foreign Races Close In!

Throughout the entire history of wars on Earth, not a single page describes anything as exaggerated as the wasteland.

This is a battle involving more than seven billion creatures.

In a sense, this is the largest war in which humanity has ever gathered to participate in the wasteland! After this battle, no matter who wins or loses, the next battle will never be on such a terrifying scale.

At 8 o'clock, the tsunami warning time today was not delayed by half an hour as it had been in the previous days, but remained fluctuating for an hour and a half followed by an hour and a half of calm.

Under these conditions, when the tsunami subsided, the alien race and humans fought each other like madmen.

As the tsunami raged, humans and other races seemed to have made a pact, gazing at each other from afar as the waves rose and fell, allowing each other to recover their strength.

It started at 8 o'clock and continued until 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

When the rest time came again, all the people on the ocean breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lay down on the deck to recover their strength and eat their dry rations.

But contrary to expectations, half an hour into the break, the deserters and surrenderers in the human chat were shocked to find that their allies had dwindled!

Even under such blocking conditions, their world chat refresh rate was the same as usual, and they could keep up with it! This change led them to believe that people from these factions had changed their minds and joined the pro-war faction.

But what they didn't know was, "Dragon Leader, in the current battle reports, we humans are still extremely tenacious. The casualty rate in the two waves of battles has remained at around 13%!"

"And on the other side, the casualty rate among the alien races has also reached over 4%!"

"If this trend continues, by tonight we will only need to suffer about 25% casualties to repel this most ferocious wave of the alien invasion!"

The strength of an individual is insignificant in the face of a battle involving billions of creatures.

Even these top-tier Official Shelter were like a drop in the ocean, submerged in a sea of information once the battle began.

At this stage, all they can do is collect data, coordinate emergencies in the war zone, and alert nearby fleets.

"Which region has suffered the greatest losses so far, accounting for 13%?"

Upon hearing the statistician's report, Long An Guo's expression hardened, and he asked sternly.

If we look at this number alone, the loss is not much. In the first two waves of the fiercest battles, it is already quite remarkable that humanity was able to maintain this level of losses.

But considering the current numbers, it's terrifying: 550 million! In just two hours, over 500 million humans have fallen in this battle.

Whether their original intention was to fight, flee, or surrender, it cannot change the fact that they have already sacrificed their lives.

Over the next day, humanity will suffer the same number of casualties, bringing the total casualties to a staggering 1.3 billion, to conclude today's battle.

Unlike the previously predicted 45%, this figure is almost half as low.

Even after Long An Guo stood up and finished speaking, his body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"The Seventh War Zone suffered the greatest losses... According to the messages from the Dawn Sword, there are too many alien races in this area that can cast spells. As a result, our people have already suffered nearly 20% casualties before even making contact with them. Moreover, they are very clever, keeping their distance and never engaging in direct combat. Under this guerrilla warfare, the losses we can inflict on them are very limited."

"Currently, Dawn Sword has made corresponding adjustments, choosing to disperse the main force to reduce losses. It is expected that losses can be reduced by more than 50% in the next two rounds of attacks. As for killing the enemy, there is probably little hope, and we will need support from our other regions!"

The sudden surge of power from Long An Guo, coupled with the terrifying casualties, made the reporter tremble slightly.

However, the people who could appear here were all people with excellent qualities from their previous lives on Earth. After calming down a bit, the reporter quickly returned to normal.

"Support? Every war zone is struggling to cope with its own problems right now, where would anyone come from to provide support!"

"What about the Fifth War Zone? Didn't the Polar Bear have some firepower and weapons? How are they doing now?"

The reporter reviewed the data. "The losses in the Fifth War Zone are indeed much lower than in other theater commands, currently only 6%. Moreover, Polar Bear and his men attracted most of the firepower in this theater command, giving the outer forces a good opportunity to encircle them. In the second round of fighting, the aliens, with our combined inside and outside support, lost nearly 5% of their personnel, which can be described as heavy casualties."

"Logically speaking, they were located in the center of the entire war zone and should have been surrounded by surrounding war zones. However, due to the Third War Zone's aggressive massacre, the pressure on them was greatly reduced, and they found this good opportunity."

This time, it was Long An Guo's turn to be shocked. "What? A brutal massacre by the Third War Zone?"

In the previously formulated maritime attack plan, the Fifth War Zone was the most dangerous place in the entire ocean.

If the Official Shelter stationed here does not have absolute strength, it is easily surrounded by alien races from the five war zones 2, 3, 4, 6, and 7.

Moreover, since the Third Theater lacks large shelters, the Fifth Theater faces the greatest threat from there.

At the time, the Polar Bear Shelter, which wasn't the strongest in terms of combat power but had the most frenzied fighting spirit among all the sanctuaries, rightfully took this position.

Although no one said it aloud, everyone was very worried about this decision.

But now, listening to the reporter's detailed account, Long An Guo suddenly felt as if he had been transported to another world.

"Yes, Dragon Leader, the casualties in the Third War Zone are currently lower than those in the Fifth War Zone, and even lower than those in the 11th War Zone 12th War Zone Zones in the Shallow Sea Area. Their casualty rate is only about 2%, but their kill rate is the highest among all war zones at 6%. Because of their fierce attacks, the pressure on the Fifth War Zone has been greatly reduced, and they don't have to worry about being attacked from both sides."

"Moreover, due to the strength of the 3rd Theater Command, the enemy in the 2nd and 6th Theater Commands has been drawn there, and the casualty rate in these two theater commands is rapidly decreasing!"

After speaking, the reporter directly pulled out several sheets of white paper from a thick stack of data, which recorded the battle situation of the three war zones.

As Long An Guo took the data, after scanning it for just over ten seconds, a familiar yet unfamiliar name entered his mind.

"Good!"

"OK!"

"I didn't expect this Tundra Shelter to be so powerful. Give the order to our people in Sixth War Zone to do their best to delay the alien reinforcements and create an opportunity for them to fight!"

He slammed his hand on the table, and Long An Guo, who had been feeling dizzy and disoriented from being overwhelmed by the numbers, suddenly became excited.

Whether a war can be won or not never depends on the battles that are openly fought on the Frontal Battlefield.

This is especially true in battles where the weak fight against the strong.

For humanity today, a miracle must occur to ignite a wildfire that sets the entire wasteland ablaze.

Now, as someone who has truly learned the complete knowledge and possesses an unparalleled awareness of war, Long An Guo knows that the Third War Zone has the potential to become this prairie fire!

All you need is a handful of firewood, or just the right amount.

East Wind!

"Commander Lu, these alien races have surrounded us. If we continue to hold them off, it's like a slow death. We should charge now!"

"That's right, Director Lu, we have heavy weapons. These alien races can't stop our charge at all. If we wait any longer, there will be more and more alien races, and we won't have any support. That's suicide!"

"Director Lu, you're waiting again, but this time it's pointless!"

"Commander Lu, please reconsider."

On the Tundra, the captains of every large ship stood on the deck, exchanging binoculars to observe the battle situation in the distance.

With the convenience of game chat, even if they are here, they can quickly send out instructions through communication, thereby realizing a series of offensive, retreat, and encirclement tactics.

As the telescopes were passed around, almost every captain, after watching the footage, offered the same advice against it.

In their view, with the alien race having suffered two setbacks and only surrounding them without engaging in combat, Lu Yongyi's order for everyone to wait was simply chaotic command.

The other races are currently resting with their battle lines drawn, waiting for reinforcements from their allies. You should follow their example and rest as well.

This is like an old man eating poison; he's tired of living!

With heavy weaponry, the 50,000 alien races currently surrounding the Tundra Fleet are simply no match for the fleet's charge.

With just one strike, this encirclement will crumble on its own.

Although the mismatch in speed between large and small boats and rafts along the way might cause some unnecessary casualties, it's still better than being surrounded! However, at this moment, Lu Yongyi, as the captain of the fleet, suddenly became furious!

"Charge! You've rested and eaten well. You're perfectly safe sitting on the boat during the battle. Don't you see what our brothers down below are doing?"

"Zhang Long, now pick up your binoculars and take a good look. Calculate how many of these people on the raft will survive if we charge now."

"Calculate for me again, what price will we have to pay if the alien race catches up after we break out, if we want to win!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long, who hadn't said anything before, immediately changed his expression and quickly took the binoculars to start scanning.

Upon seeing this, his expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.

Suddenly, he understood why these alien races had been so ferocious in the first wave of battle.

In the second wave of battle, they became so passive, only launching feints and hanging around making a lot of noise but doing little.

"If we charge now, although those of us in the big ships will definitely get out, not even half of the rafts carrying 300,000 people will survive."

"And most importantly, we will lose the positions and battle lines that we just finished repairing and setting up yesterday."

"This is an open conspiracy by the alien race. They're surrounding us now. If we charge, we'll die; if we stay, we'll die slowly. How ruthless!"

Modern people who have experienced the information explosion, even if they have never been on the battlefield, can develop a certain degree of war sense just by watching TV series and movies for a few years.

This sense of smell can sometimes lead modern people to emulate their predecessors in commanding a war that rivals classic ancient battles.

But sometimes their cleverness backfires, plunging them into an abyss of no return.

This battle between humans and alien races is not a simulation game, nor is it a battle where you can know the outcome by looking at the data panel after issuing commands.

After the first wave of frenzied attacks from the alien races, and the second wave of feint attacks and harassment, plus the need to withstand the massive tsunami waves on the sixth day.

The raft warriors below had already reached their limit of endurance.

Thanks to their ocean-themed titles, they can rest for an hour and a half and still have the energy to continue resisting the next wave of attacks from the alien race.

But if a counter-offensive is launched now, these people will probably be exhausted before they have even gone a few miles, and their fighting capacity will be reduced by at least 80%.

At this point, the alien race only needs to feign an attack and wait a while, and the battle line that the Tundra Fleet spent a day building will instantly vanish.

The balance that the three war zones could maintain would be broken instantly, plunging them into chaos.

At that time, the person who commanded this battle will forever be a sinner in the history of human warfare! But then, another problem arises!

"Commander Lu, if we don't charge, we're just waiting to die here. Right now, the alien race only has 50,000 people. What will happen when they gather 200,000, 300,000, which is about the same number as us?"

"Unless we have unlimited ammunition, we definitely can't win, and in the end we'll still die!"

"As for support, all the war zones across the entire ocean are currently engaged in fighting; where would anyone come to our aid?"

When Liu Neng said this, everyone else nodded in agreement.

Surprisingly, this time Lu Yongyi did not refute, but instead showed a hint of anticipation on his face.

He first nodded, then shook his head.

"If we wait any longer, it will indeed be a slow death, just as you said..."

"But when did I ever say we had no support?"

???

Upon hearing Lu Yongyi's question, everyone looked at each other, their faces showing a hint of bewilderment and doubt.

Is there still support at a time like this?

No way? Unless Ning brings Su God over to us right now, who in this wasteland has the time and strength to support others?

But if they can get Su God to come, what about us... no, our fleet of 350,000 people? Are we even worthy of it? Glancing at the bustling activity on the ship, with even many women in protective gear, all the captains smiled wryly and remained silent.

Well done, Lu Yongyi! This pie in the sky is just too hard to swallow!