The west entrance is not big, but the port is not. It is the lifeblood of this city.
In the past, boats came and went, and cars and goods moved there.
Inside the port are transport belts and containers, and outside the port are thousands of fishing boats and cargo ships. In the adjacent area, there are also ship repair yards and shipyards.
But now, the port has been completely destroyed.
"Boom!"
When the lightning-laden sky arrows fell from the sky, the defenders were all stunned.
The continuous light blue flashes spurted out from the former dock area, and the continuous "mortars" hit the human position, creating large craters, and there were flashes of light that represented departure.
The power is not great, and the accuracy is subtle, but the speed is extremely fast. Once it explodes, it has at least the power range of a mortar, making it difficult to defend against.
"...In the past, wasn't it true that the 'Tenya' only existed on at least the tenth day?"
The veterans were a little confused and uneasy, but they couldn't deal with it.
It was not a special spell, but the elite murlocs who had awakened the "thunder" power. As the rules of the world loosened, more of their talents could be used.
The frequency of bombardment is not high, and the probability of awakening this powerful talent is low. There are probably only a dozen or so here and there now.
But with enough range, they only need to stay in the "Dock Barracks" to stably bombard the human front line around the dam.
In the past, even if "Tian Ya" appeared, it was basically in the middle and late stages, and the human side also prepared commandos... Now the front line is getting more and more miserable, and a commando is equivalent to killing people.
"It's not good..."
I don’t know who it was who first told the facts that everyone knows.
The situation is not only bad, it has entered a desperate situation at high speed.
Ordinary fishmen are so much stronger that can be seen with the naked eye. The large-scale strengthening of cannon fodder is, in a sense, the most despairing thing.
The only reason why the murlocs did not launch a large-scale attack was because their strength increased too quickly and the various siege equipment and equipment could not keep up.
Now, the "barracks in the dock area, the shipyard, and the ship repair trucks" are all roaring, and the murloc technicians are working overtime to complete the transformation and upgrade of war equipment.
Taking 1987 as the standard, the technological level of the Shackletons was actually a bit higher than that of humans.
But they can't bring most of the things over, and even if they bring them over, they can't use them directly.
Each world has its own rules and physical laws. They need a certain amount of time to adjust and rest. They need to analyze local machinery and magic items to adjust their war equipment.
This is the trouble with fighting war races. They will not charge mindlessly and meaninglessly like the "Secret Realm Monsters". When they determine the decisive period... then they are basically sure to win.
Veterans on the defensive line all know that the roar of overtime in the opponent's factory is actually the death knell for their own side.
The advantage on his side was actually the larger number of high-end combat forces, as well as the super boss at the core of the war zone who controlled the rising river water.
In the past, at times like this, raid teams, sneak attack teams, and even large-scale bombing teams were already on the way. Various powerful mutants and supernatural murlocs were the focus of being hunted.
In the early stage, humans should be on the offensive side, using superior low-level and cannon fodder forces to attack head-on, using various elite teams as arrows or even as hunters, smashing the opponent's camps and strategic points one by one, and hunting down the rare ones among them.
Units and war machines prevent each other from forming a joint force, let alone pulling up an entire military camp.
As long as you defeat enough in the early stage, even if the opponent's reinforcements are flowing in, you can still sustain it for a long time... A priest with a large number of followers and slaves is a big trouble, and a lone priest is a bonus point in the event.
Already.
But now, there is only bad and worse news...
"The NIO team has withdrawn, and they have left a defense area that needs to be filled."
"Karin and her group also left, and the healers among them withdrew early."
"The 'Blooded Blade' team evacuated. They brought in new people this time, and the new people were forced out directly."
At this moment, various teams withdrew from the front line for various reasons that were either superficial or obviously nonsense.
This is not a high-quality combat force that can be gathered casually. It is a small team that can be nailed to the front line. In the past, it was a small team with a good reputation. Now their departure has brought about a wave of secondary combat forces leaving, and
The military morale continues to loosen.
"...Maybe we're going to set a new record for the shortest ending."
"A flat push? How embarrassing."
"Otherwise, let's have all the new recruits withdraw, lest they become really confused and hold other people back."
Some people see through everything but can't change it.
Looking at the military camp not far away and the thunder falling from time to time, the veterans were anxious and even expected the other party to take the initiative to attack instead of just waiting for the war situation to worsen.
"I'll go talk to Ms. Zhou, we can't let this go on."
"...Is this appropriate? She should have to save her energy to deal with the next surge in the river water. I remember it was said in the guide that every time she takes action, it means that the next action will be later, and the water will rise.
If it rises faster, the front line will collapse."
"If she doesn't take action, there will be no next time. I'm not talking about the battlefield. I'm talking about the people's hearts being dispersed and they will all run away."
In a sense, this is the gap between the secret realm and reality. In reality, if you accept a mission and then become a deserter, you will be held accountable, but here... you can't beat it and you are still doing it.
What?
Are you waiting to be pushed back? When you are defeated like a mountain, do you still expect to make some contributions? Others will surround you, and you will be gone in a few seconds.
Having determined that the odds of winning were getting lower and lower and that it would end tomorrow, some people began to retreat.
And the defense zone he vacated made the team next door uneasy and had to consider retreating or leaving.
Withdrawing and retreating, the front line will collapse the next day.
"Okay, let's go invite her together."
Ms. Zhou, Zhou Suyin, is a sixth-level "wild boss who heals his waist injury here (setting)". At the same time, he is also a strategic weapon for the human side in the secret realm.
Her prototype is the real-life boss of the Redemption Church, a core executive of a certain organization who reaches the seventh level.
She was once a famous and beautiful saint, a former idol singer, with countless suitors and admirers, including even beings from other worlds.
As a "dancer", his dancing posture is graceful, and according to legend, he is like a demon coming to the world, and can make gods and Buddhas sway... It was said at the peak of forty years ago.
"Okay, I'll take action now, you just wait. Don't worry, young men. The desperate situation I encountered back then was much worse than this. Reinforcements will come sooner or later..."
With a body as smooth as a bucket, too bright green thin clothes, and dyed curly blond hair, Aunt Zhou, who is an "aunt" in every aspect, picked up a fan and a kettle, and walked onto the stage just like before.
This former idol dancer is now particularly interested in folk yangko and exotic rock and disco. He comes here to recuperate and perform yangko during the day and dance at night.
Her clothes are half folk and half rock, with leather jacket and jeans paired with traditional dance clothes, and her very good facial features are transformed into thick pink makeup... To be honest, it challenges the aesthetic limits of young people ten years from now.
The graceful dancing posture in the past, but now due to its consistent body shape, no matter how it jumps, it always reminds people of group gymnastics.
If ten or twenty years pass, there may be a more appropriate title - street tyrant, square dancing retired aunt!
"...I heard that some people came specially to watch her dance. I really don't know what to expect."
"Don't you understand this? Dancers use rhythm and posture to 'attract and please' God or nature, and achieve a certain resonance. The key point is actually rhythm and various dance techniques. Look at her steps.
The beat is amazing. In her state, she should have returned to her original nature long ago and can dance however she wants."
"...Is this why you dance to the gods? I always feel that something is wrong..."
Amid the nagging, the change had already occurred before the aunt walked onto her own square.
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, a super train consisting of a large number of monsters and murlocs was speeding towards them.
What they were chasing seemed to be a flying figure in the sky in front of them.
"Look, it's a bird?!"
"Oh, is it a plane?"
"No, it's a bastard."
Among the crowd, Maomao, who had just arrived, angrily pointed at the person above him who had no conscience.