"Finally it's closed! Hurry up and replenish ammunition and equipment!" Ryan watched helplessly as the large iron gate was closed again. He quickly got up. Now was not the time to rest. They still had too much to do.The peacekeeping infantryman pulled a conscript and manually stuffed two hundred rounds of ammunition into the turret of the mining truck.This was also what left Ryan speechless. They were already equipped with high technology, so why did they have to change the ammunition outside instead of using an internal supply system? Otherwise, they could have already run into the mining truck and watched it wreak havoc. That would have been enough. Why would they have to take such a big risk?The system responded that the internal systems of the mining vehicle are already complex enough, and there is no extra space to install an additional ammunition supply system. The extra space had already been allocated to mining, and installing an additional ammunition supply system would b

"Pathetic humans! Kill them all! Slaughter everything they have!" the mutated commander roared excitedly, watching the cannon thunder beasts slowly advance. Around them were other mutated creatures running wildly. Behind them was an outpost they had destroyed, with items scattered all over the ground and bloodstains inside, their best achievement.The Thunder Beasts slowly advanced towards their new target. Their eight blood-red eyes were frantically scanning their surroundings, and their massive limbs were flailing wildly from time to time. Sometimes, when they were hungry, they would grab a slave-type mutant beast with a single claw and tear it apart and devour it on the spot.The command-type mutated creatures on the sidelines wouldn't pay any attention to this behavior. In their eyes, the slave-type mutated beasts were one of their reserve food supplies. Every time the cannon-thunder beast fired a shot, it consumed the biological energy stored in its body, and this stored energ

One after another, the assault beasts raced through the streets, their eyes scanning the surroundings. In every major battle, the assault beasts were always the vanguard, providing early warning and direction of attack for their rear troops. At the same time, with their considerable combat capabilities, they could also effectively counter the activities of human reconnaissance forces. On the road riddled with potholes, a dozen four-wheeled motorcycles were speeding along, each carrying three or four passengers. The passengers were having a hard time, having to cling tightly to the guardrails on the motorcycles, otherwise, on this kind of treacherous road, they would be slammed to the ground in no time. "Damn it, can't you drive slower?" Their company commander complained. Their mission was to scout the distance between the mutated beast army and themselves, which was not a good thing. It meant that they might run into the enemy's vanguard directly, and they had to think of an es

Ryan was comfortably rolling around in his blanket when a mining truck was working hard in the distance. After a night of continuous effort, he had mined all the ore from a nearby small mine. A large pile of slag, which the mining truck deemed worthless, was thrown aside next to him.Two conscripts returned with black circles under their eyes. The peacekeeping infantrymen glanced around; the snow was still falling and piling up. Even the mining trucks had to waste some time shoveling up the nearby snow and piling it to the other side to clear a path for themselves.The mobilization soldiers, who were freezing to death outside, would immediately crawl into bed after clearing the radiation from their bodies once they got back to their tents. The weather outside was unbearable; the cold would surround them from all sides, greedily devouring any warmth they had."Oh no! I overslept!" Ryan sat up straight in bed, glanced at the time beside him, and immediately realized something was wrong

The assault beasts' frenzy showed no signs of stopping. They would push the corpses of their comrades and charge wildly at the wall. The number of mistakes made by the soldiers on the wall continued to increase. Some soldiers, in their tension, even dropped their magazines, leaving them without spare magazines. They successfully turned their automatic rifles into semi-automatic single-shot rifles."Damn it, what are you waiting for? Make them fire!" a soldier roared. He had already seen several of his comrades on the wall who had been ambushed by the assault beasts and pulled down. Others had died much worse, with half their heads shattered and half their bodies bitten off.They also saw a soldier convulsing on the ground. A third of his head had been cut off, and they could see the brain tissue flowing out of his brain. He was not yet dead; his body was still twitching, and he was emitting painful screams. The piercing screams caused the morale of the surrounding soldiers to drop