Strange was a rather curious man. Holding the red horn in his hands, he looked at Alvin and the portly Wang Yuan, both of whom wore encouraging expressions...
"Are you sure you want me to blow this? What if it's some kind of battle horn, or a high-frequency sound that enrages those beasts?"
Alvin glanced indifferently at the battlefield, where everything had descended into chaos. "Does it matter? Our people are fiercer than the beasts..."
As Alvin spoke, human soldiers on the battlefield fought the beasts in a tangled melee, aided by the robots.
Under the pressure, the elite troops from various countries quickly managed a rough integration. At the very least, they made sure not to shoot their own people.
Barney and the others had run out of ammunition, so they fell back.
The Russians relied on their superior numbers of men and machines to hold the front, forming a steel line. After a swift discussion, the other countries began deploying their forces in successive layers, advancing slowly to the Russians' rhythm...
Ivan's fifty Eight-Legged Robots, each equipped with a Cornflower automatic mortar, had finally reloaded and returned to the battlefield. Their mission this time was to provide artillery support.
Whenever the Russian soldiers at the front called for it, hundreds of high-explosive shells would blanket a wide area, easing the pressure of the assault and lifting everyone's spirits.
In theory, these elite troops from various countries should have had no reason to worry about morale. They had all undergone the strictest selection and the harshest training.
But when they stepped into another world to fight, it was a completely different story!
The reason Alvin had summoned these people to Hell for a warm-up was that he hoped the big shots would come to their senses a little. They