"Your wound is severe..." Freya gasped.
"Don't mind me," Xiaoliu interrupted the girl. "There's not much time left!"
The battlefield inside the city was fierce and deadlocked. Every second, countless people sacrificed themselves, buying time with their lives.
If this battle failed, the sacrifices would be in vain.
Xiaoliu pushed the girl in front of him aside. The overwhelming pain made it hard for him to maintain his balance.
The commander of the battle had already sacrificed, comrades were dying all around, and the remaining soldiers were pushing towards the power room with sheer will. This tug-of-war had reached its most critical moment.
"There's not much time left, only five minutes!" The deputy commander was anxious.
"What the hell are you all huddling for? Push forward!"
"No, we can't push forward!" Someone peeked out only to be suppressed back by the Insect Race's firepower.
"The enemy's firepower is too fierce; we need a way to deal with that guy up top!"
