I produce soldiers every day, starting from the end of the world

In the alley far away from the front line.

A soldier tiptoed against the wall, took a deep breath, squatted down and looked to the other side.

There is a group of parasites looking for food.

"Brothers, we are here to live."

Someone shouted outside.

The parasite's eyes were drawn over.

"Farke, Davis, you idiot, we are here for a sneak attack."

Another soldier wearing dust glasses cursed loudly.

But these parasites had already rushed over, and he had no time to complain.

He stood up and rushed forward with a vigorous step.

The soldier who was yelling just now came behind the parasite, spotted a lone one and hit it with a hammer.

Then he turned around and ran away without delay.

On the other side, the trench soldiers who had just set up defenses at the entrance of the alley heard another intensive running sound in the alley.

Turn the muzzle and aim at the only exit of the alley.

Suddenly a giant parasite stretched out its mutated claws and rushed toward a tank.

"boom".

A cannonball flew out with the parasite, hit a wall and was blown to pieces.

More and more parasites with red eyes appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The trench soldiers guarding here also began to focus their fire.

A large number of shells and beams exploded at the entrance of the narrow alley, killing and injuring the parasites.

The rest fell to the ground and kept wailing.

The parasite's nerves are connected to the body, so if the body is injured, the parasite will also feel pain.

Seeing that these parasites were nothing more than that, the soldiers howled and manipulated the weapons in their hands.

"hold head high".

A roar sounded in the alley.

A group of huge suture parasites rushed out.

What happened next left these trench warriors dumbfounded.

It could smash the enemies just now, but now it can't hurt any of them.

"spread".

Someone yelled, and the soldiers who were reloading looked up in surprise.

Just about to get ready for a hungry tiger to pounce on food and leave its original position.

Unfortunately, it was too late, these suture parasites with extremely hard skin had already rushed into the position.

They used their bodies to knock open the fortress.

For a time, many soldiers were knocked out.

"Farke, I've said it before, don't underestimate these things."

A captain-level warrior cursed and dodged an approaching parasite.

Then he swung his mace and struck it hard on the sutured parasite's head.

The flashing blue mace instantly shattered the latter's head.

The corpse ran forward a few steps and fell.

"It's still my weapon."

In fact, his weapon has been modified.

And after it was produced, it was upgraded to two levels.

He has C-level physical fitness, but now he has reached the peak of A-level.

Already considered an alternative enhancer.

Their weapons can already carry the power of faith, which is weak spiritual energy.

This kind of energy with its own decomposition stance is not something that a mere parasite can resist.

And its head happens to be its weak point.

After other trench warriors saw this soldier's performance, they decisively gave up modern weapons.

He picked up the mace and disappeared.

When the Trench Raiders gave up positional warfare, they switched to sneak attacks and close combat.

Still the same old six.

The soldiers who were knocked away struggled to get up, the seriously injured ones were carried away, and the slightly injured ones continued to join the battle.

A feast of headshots begins at the entrance of the alley.

The mace always hits the suture parasite's head at an unexpected angle.