Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 253 The sea water is coming up!

Kyle, clutching his gun, leaned against the rough concrete wall, shivering and breathing heavily.

Although he looks as strong as a bear, he is actually very timid. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to work in the factory when he was in Rhine, instead of joining a gang and becoming a thug like others.

He was originally from the Rhineland, but was implicated by a worker named Hughes, and the Candlelight Society exiled him here. A month ago, he was still working in the factory, atonement for a sin that could never be redeemed, and he thought that this would be the way he would spend his whole life.

But now, he has also gone to the battlefield.

"The fishmen are coming again! Get ready! Quick, quick!"

The squad leader suddenly pulled him, and Kyle hurriedly took out the bullet from his waist. His trembling fingers slipped and the bullet fell to the ground again.

"Young man, use this one." A voice came from the side. Kyle turned his head and found another gun handed to him. A middle-aged man was standing there. He was the political commissar of the team.

Seeing that Kyle was still in a daze, he stuffed the rifle into Kyle's arms, picked up the bullets, and took away his empty gun.

Kyle subconsciously pulled the bolt of the gun, and the bullet was loaded.

The captain dragged the new recruits to the firing hole and yelled at them to open fire. Although many of them were frightened, they still fired the bullets according to the training procedures.

Just shoot the bullet, that's enough, no need to aim. No matter where the bullet flies on the battlefield, it will hit at least one enemy.

The fishmen rushed up one after another, and fell down like wheat being cut. The sound of machine guns firing from various fortresses rang out, and the bullets fell more densely than rain.

The arm monster was like a ball of meat rolling in mud, crushing the flesh and blood of living or dead monsters along the way, rushing towards the fortress madly.

Kyle shuddered, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

The gun in his hand trembled, and the gunshot was almost inaudible in the noisy battlefield.

Pulling the bolt, loading the gun, firing, the muscles moved more and more skillfully, the bullets fired became more and more accurate, but the battle line was gradually pushed towards the fortress.

The flesh and blood body cannot withstand gunpowder and bullets, but before us is a sea of countless flesh and blood.

"No, no, we can't hold on." Kyle was so scared that he threw down his gun and tried to run away.

After taking a few steps back, he felt his foot trip, and then his entire vision reversed.

The team's political commissar grabbed him and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

A bottle of liquid was poured into his mouth, choking him and causing him to cough twice. Then someone lifted him up by the collar, dragged him a few steps to the side, and gently placed him aside.

He just sat in the corner, watching the men in front of the firing hole continue firing.

They were several of his companions who were captured together from the Rhine. Strangely, although their legs were also trembling, they still stood still, gritting their teeth and firing continuously.

The political commissar took his place, holding a few bullets between his teeth for ease of reloading, and his firing movements were efficient and accurate.

Except for the political commissar who raised his eyebrows when he took the time to glance over, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone was firing desperately.

His slow brain gradually began to work. He looked down at his hand. It was a metal wine jug that the political commissar had stuffed into his hand, with half a jug of sweet fruit wine in it.

Kyle tried to stand up, but his whole body was shaking - damn, how did everything turn out like this?
At the beginning, they could barely resist the monsters' attacks with rifles, and the heavy machine guns easily stopped the monsters.

But slowly, everything changed. The number of monsters increased, and even though they had upgraded their weapons and the Banshees had joined the battle, the battle was still getting harder and harder.

There were too many monsters, too many to be believed. The corpses of the fishmen could even pile up into a small hill on the flat ground, blocking their shooting range. The Banshee Squad had to rush out of the fortifications and blow up the pile of corpses with explosives.

There was a loud explosion. It was the explosive pack thrown by the Banshee, which meant that the enemy was about to approach.

Kyle finally came to his senses. He stuffed the flask into his clothes, grabbed the gun, stood up, squeezed to the firing hole, pulled the bolt and fired.

Looking through the shooting hole, the scene outside shocked him.

The ground was littered with the corpses of monsters—he was used to seeing this kind of thing.

But outside the monster's corpse, he vaguely saw something wrong.

water.

The sea water, at some point, had gradually risen and could be seen from inside the fortress. Kyle felt a chill in his heart. This was the core area of Castel. The machine guns from the cathedral could even reach the battlefield here.

The sea water has flooded here, and the cathedral is behind them!
"The monsters on the west side are rushing to the fortress!" The short Hodge screamed. Kyle turned his head and found that the west side of the fortress wall was indeed covered with monsters.

From time to time, explosive packs were thrown down from the roof, and the sound of the explosions was like thunder, piercing through the rain of bullets one after another.

But there were too many murlocs, and they rushed up faster than the fuse burned.

Those ugly and disgusting fishmen rushed to the concrete fortress, and then—

They actually started gnawing at the walls!

Even if a bullet hit the reinforced concrete, it would only leave a white mark and a shallow dent, but the fish-man monster took a bite and a large piece was missing!

Kyle was stunned and stood there with his mouth open.

Damn it, Kyle had no idea how many murlocs he had killed. He had even seen their corpses. Although they looked a bit more hideous and disgusting, they were still flesh and blood, and bullets could easily penetrate them. How could this flesh and blood body actually chew through the concrete?!

A team of heavily armored banshees jumped down from the wall. They held several long swords in their hands and danced into a ball of white sword light. They pushed back against the attack of the murlocs like a steel wall, crushing all the murlocs that blocked their way.

The banshee in the lead was exceptionally tall. Kyle had heard of her. Her name was Ash, and she was Caster's most powerful warrior.

The Crusaders in the fortress began to cheer, and the more devout ones even recited prayers.

The banshees rushed forward for a while and then stopped. They did not want to fight anymore. After clearing the corpses near the fortress, they quickly left to make room for the fortress's shooting holes to attack.

The collision between bullets and monsters began again, the battle line advanced back and forth, leaving a field of corpses in the middle.

Gradually, Kyle felt something was wrong.

"Captain, these monsters are getting harder to fight!"

"Yeah, how come it takes several bullets to kill a murloc?!"

The captain frowned and looked outside for a moment, his expression somewhat puzzled. However, Hodge was quick-eyed. He pointed at the ground and shouted, "It's seawater! These monsters become stronger when they stand in the seawater!"

(End of this chapter)