"Don't fucking forget why we built a city in this damned place!!"
"Hold on! Reinforcements are coming soon!!"
The morale, on the brink of collapse, was forcefully pulled back by those two angry shouts.
The circular formation that was being pressed, step by step, miraculously stabilized.
It even began to show a weak trend of counterattack.
Angry shouts and loud wails intertwined.
Every inch of the ice surface was soaked with scalding blood and cold filth.
...
At the rear of the battlefield.
Relying on the huge unfinished concrete pedestal and the mountain-like stacks of supply boxes.
Shen Zhou and a group of non-combat personnel, technical backbones, huddled behind temporary cover.
The deafening sounds of slaughter, the roars of the Destiny Ghosts, and the dying screams fiercely hammered everyone's heart.
Shen Zhou's face was pale as paper, clutching a military communicator stained with sweat and blood.
He roared into the microphone:
