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However, the threat of bullets did not stop the refugees' resolute steps.

Dongye, the leader who suddenly awakened his supernatural powers.

Although he did not realize that the bullets did not touch his body, since he was safe and sound, he firmly believed that this was God's blessing.

A sense of pride surged in his heart. Since God would not kill me, why not take this opportunity to take down the war base in one fell swoop and seize a glimmer of hope for these refugees who were suffering from hunger and cold.

"Brothers, sisters, and family members!"

Dongye shouted loudly, his voice full of excitement and blood, "Look, even God is blessing us, and bullets can't touch our bodies. At this time, if we don't fight bravely, how can we get the long-awaited food? It's time to show our courage and determination!"

In fact, even if Dongye didn't say it, how could the refugees not know?

The hardships of life have long made them understand that only by fighting can they win a glimmer of hope.

Therefore, as soon as Dong Ye finished speaking, the refugees rushed to the war base in excitement like a ignited flame.

Seeing that the gate of the entire war base was tightly surrounded by a large number of refugees, the soldiers began to shoot in panic.

However, strangely, no matter how many bullets they fired, they could not touch the refugees' bodies.

This phenomenon also surprised the senior officers, and he quickly ordered the use of explosive packs.

"Quick, bring the explosive packs!"

The senior officer ordered coldly, "I don't believe it, are these refugees really blessed by God? Explosive packs don't have eyes!"

After a while, the walls of the war base were piled with explosive packs.

At the moment when the explosives were about to be detonated, a strange thing happened.

Those explosive packs that were dropped actually flew back to the city wall at the moment they were about to explode.

"Explosives, explosives are back?"

The soldiers looked at this scene in astonishment, and before they could react, the explosives exploded on the wall.

The huge roar was deafening, and the entire gate was blown to pieces.

Dong Ye saw this scene and became more convinced of God's blessing.

He led the way and rushed into the war base first, followed by the refugees.

"Fuck, why are these bullets so useless? Put bayonets on them!"

The senior officer roared angrily, his face full of impatience and contempt, "I don't believe that these unarmed refugees can still make a big fuss!"

His eyes were full of disdain, as if he had regarded those terrified and helpless refugees as lambs that could be slaughtered at will.

However, his words were like a heavy bomb, which set off a storm in the hearts of the soldiers.

The wall collapsed under the impact of the refugees, bricks and stones flew, and dust flew.

Some soldiers were slightly injured by this sudden change. They groaned in pain, but did not dare to be negligent.

"The commander's orders are above all else."

A soldier struggled to stand up from the ruins. He patted the dust off his body, and a trace of determination and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, I'd rather be a refugee, so I don't have to fight this war."

Another soldier muttered in a low voice, revealing endless fatigue and war-weariness.

"If you give up now, you really don't have to fight."

A mysterious voice suddenly sounded in the soldier's mind, which shocked him.

He looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the sound, but there was nothing around except panic and noise.

At the same time, other soldiers with similar ideas also heard this mysterious voice, which took root in their minds like a virus and grew quietly.

Although this kind of speech quietly took root in the hearts of the soldiers, some loyal soldiers still firmly carried out the orders of their commanders.

They ignored their inner struggles and doubts, held their bayonets tightly, and resolutely rushed towards the terrified refugees.

For a time, the battlefield fell into a melee.

The cold light of the bayonet flickered in the sun, and the figures of soldiers and refugees intertwined, and the scene was in chaos.

Shouts, screams, and the clash of weapons came one after another, forming a tragic picture of war.

And those "viruses" that quietly grew in the minds of the soldiers also quietly fermented in this melee, waiting for the moment of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

...

Half an hour later.

The chaotic battlefield seemed to have gradually calmed down.

The climax of the battle has passed, and now it is more like the end of a melee.

However, this does not mean that the conflict has completely ended, but the refugees' fighting spirit is no longer as strong as before.

Their originally high morale was gradually worn away in this cruel battle.

The current battle situation has shown a one-sided trend.

AlthoughSoldiers in the war base cannot use firearms, but the bayonets in their hands are equally deadly.

Every swing of the knife may mean the fall of a refugee.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the refugees, even if they are numerous, are difficult to resist.

"Everyone, everyone, please hold on a little longer, God is blessing us, as long as, as long as we can break through the war base, the food there will be ours."

Dongye, the leader who was already scarred, panted and tried to rekindle everyone's fighting spirit.

However, the voice of an old man broke this expectation: "Master Dongye, is God really blessing us? Do you think we should consider retreating? I... I don't want to continue fighting like this."

The old man's words revealed deep fatigue and helplessness.

This sigh seemed to open the hidden door in everyone's hearts, and for a while, discussions arose.

"Yes, Lord Dongye, I have said long ago that we are no match for the war base. Look, how many of our original 2,000 people are left now? God can't see these."

One person said excitedly.

"Lord Dongye, retreat, we can't sacrifice in vain like this anymore."

Another person echoed.

"Sir, if we retreat now, is it too late?"

Someone asked worriedly.

"God, do you really exist?"

Everyone's heart was full of doubts and fears. They began to doubt the meaning of this battle and began to want to escape from this bloody battlefield.

Everyone's face was full of fatigue and anxiety. They longed to end this seemingly endless melee and return to a peaceful life, even if that peaceful life was starving to death, it was better than being stabbed to death.

After all, that was a little more painful.

The idea of ​​retreating quietly grew in everyone's heart.