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On the battlefield of the Eastern Front, Zhang Hao led the joint forces as they struggled to find cover among the ruins. The surrounding buildings had been destroyed by the flames of war, reduced to shattered debris and dust. Sweat and grime covered Zhang Hao's face, yet his gaze remained resolute, filled with determination.
"Everyone, pay attention! Find cover and prepare for a counterattack!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield as he directed the soldiers to act swiftly. A flicker of worry crossed his eyes; although they had the assistance of Cultivators, allowing them to barely hold their ground against the Demon race, he knew that if this dragged on, the human forces would inevitably be overwhelmed.
"The Demon forces are relentless; we must hold our ground!" a Cultivator beside Zhang Hao said, determination shining in his eyes. He gripped a magical artifact in his hand, radiating waves of Spiritual Energy.
"I know, but our manpower and ammunition are limited. We can't afford to drag this out any longer," Zhang Hao replied, furrowing his brow as anxiety flickered in his eyes. He looked ahead at the continuous wave of Demon Soldiers advancing toward them, realizing that this battle could not be delayed any further.
"Commander Zhang, how much ammunition do we have left?" a soldier rushed over, panting as he asked.
"The Ammunition Depot is nearly empty," Zhang Hao's voice was low but still filled with resolve. "We must find a breakthrough; we can no longer remain on the defensive."
At that moment, an explosion erupted ahead, and Zhang Hao quickly dropped to the ground to avoid flying debris and dust. He glanced forward and saw a squad of Demon Soldiers rapidly pushing toward their defenses.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Zhang Hao shouted as the soldiers quickly took their positions, aiming their weapons at the approaching Demon Soldiers.
Gunfire and explosions filled the battlefield as bullets and waves of Spiritual Energy intertwined, creating a chaotic scene. The soldiers fired from cover while the Cultivators unleashed Spells in an attempt to suppress the Demonic onslaught.
"This won't do; if this drags on too long, we'll be overwhelmed," Zhang Hao thought anxiously. He knew they needed to find a breakthrough to change the tide of battle.
"Commander Zhang, what should we do?" a soldier beside him asked, unease flashing in his eyes.
The situation on the battlefield remained unclear; Demonic beasts continued to attack relentlessly. Human Soldiers found themselves easily thrown into disarray against these brutal foes. In the sky, Shadowbird Beasts spread their massive wings and dove down, spewing forth scorching flames. On the ground, Shadow Skeletons and Demon Wolves relentlessly tore at and attacked the Human Soldiers, creating immense pressure.
Amidst this chaos emerged a massive Demon Bull. Its body was as large as a small mountain, with dark red skin exuding a terrifying aura of evil. Its enormous horns gleamed coldly as it charged across the battlefield mercilessly, tossing soldiers and Cultivators aside without hesitation.
"Ah—!" A soldier let out a piercing scream as he was impaled by the Demon Bull's horn, blood splattering everywhere. His body was flung aside like a rag doll, instantly losing its life. Another Cultivator attempted to cast a Spell to stop the Demon Bull but was instead knocked away by its colossal frame and crashed heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.
Seeing this scene unfold before him ignited a spark of anger and determination in Zhang Hao's eyes. He knew someone had to step up to stop this terrifying Demon Bull; otherwise, the entire battlefield would descend into greater chaos and tragedy.
"Everyone, cover me!" Zhang Hao shouted, drawing his sword and charging towards the Demon Bull. A determined light flickered in his eyes; he knew this battle would be extremely difficult, but he had no thoughts of retreat.
The Demon Bull's eyes glinted with ferocity. Seeing Zhang Hao rushing towards it, it let out a low, rumbling roar, raising its massive head and aiming its sharp horns at Zhang Hao as it charged forward. Zhang Hao quickly dodged, evading the Demon Bull's first attack, then swung his sword at the creature's side.
"Ha—!" The blade gleamed coldly as it sliced through the Demon Bull's skin, leaving a deep wound. However, the Demon Bull's hide was exceptionally tough; although Zhang Hao's attack was effective, it failed to inflict any fatal damage.
The Demon Bull roared in anger and turned to charge at Zhang Hao again. Its colossal body carried immense power, causing the ground to tremble with each step. Zhang Hao dodged once more, but this time the Demon Bull was faster. His reaction was slightly delayed, and he was struck by the side of the Demon Bull, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Commander Zhang!" the soldiers gasped, trying to rush forward to assist him, but the Demon Bull's onslaught was too fierce for them to get close.
Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and rose from the ground. Pain flickered in his eyes, but determination shone brighter. He knew he had to continue fighting; he couldn't allow the Demon Bull to wreak havoc on the battlefield. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and prepared to face the beast once more.
The Demon Bull raised its head and let out a deep roar, its eyes flashing with menace as it charged at Zhang Hao again. Zhang Hao inhaled deeply, gripping his sword tightly, ready to meet this next attack.
The speed and power of the Demon Bull were overwhelming; every dodge became increasingly difficult for Zhang Hao. His body had sustained numerous injuries, and his movements began to slow. Meanwhile, the Demon Bull's attacks grew more ferocious with each strike carrying devastating force.
"I can't give up!" Zhang Hao told himself. He understood that this battle determined the fate of the entire Eastern Front; no matter what happened, he could not retreat. He took a deep breath, focusing all his strength as he prepared to face the Demon Bull's assault once more.
"Everyone, concentrate your fire!" Zhang Hao shouted, directing the soldiers to focus their firepower on the Demon Bull in an attempt to inflict more damage.
"Kill it—!" The soldiers responded immediately, aiming their guns at the Demon Bull and firing round after round. The bullets struck its hide with ringing sounds; while they didn't cause fatal injuries, they did slow down the Demon Bull's movements slightly.
Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Hao rushed forward, gripping his sword with both hands and striking forcefully at the Demon Bull's legs. The blade cut through its skin, leaving another deep wound as blood splattered. The Demon Bull roared in pain and swung its sharp horns in an attempt to knock Zhang Hao away.
Zhang Hao dodged swiftly but was still caught by the sweep of the Demon Bull's tail, crashing heavily onto the ground. Pain coursed through his body violently; yet he gritted his teeth and endured it as he got back up, ready to fight again.
"Commander Zhang, be careful!" a soldier exclaimed in alarm as he saw the intensity of the Demon Bull's assault increase, worry flashing in his eyes.
The Demon Bull charged again like a moving mountain with destructive power aimed directly at Zhang Hao. Sensing its might, Zhang Hao felt a chill run down his spine; he quickly sidestepped and nimbly evaded its charge.
He gasped for breath, glancing at the grenade at his waist, quickly making a decision in his mind. "Regular ammunition won't be effective against this monster; I might have to rely on explosives," Zhang Hao thought to himself, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.
However, before he could think further, the Shadowbird Beast launched another attack, spewing forth searing flames. Zhang Hao realized the danger too late and quickly rolled to evade; the flames grazed his back, leaving a burning sensation. He knew there wasn't much time to think—he had to act immediately.
The Demon Bull charged at him like a raging storm. Its speed was incredible, and its strength overwhelming, causing Zhang Hao to feel immense pressure. He took a deep breath and silently urged himself, "I must seize this opportunity!"
Zhang Hao swiftly pulled out a grenade, removed the safety pin, and aimed it at the Demon Bull. "Now's my chance!" he shouted as he hurled the grenade with all his might toward the Demon Bull.
The grenade arced through the air and landed precisely at the feet of the Demon Bull. The beast remained oblivious to the small explosive and continued its furious charge toward Zhang Hao. Seeing this, Zhang Hao quickly retreated, trying to create distance.
"Boom!" A deafening explosion erupted as the grenade detonated beneath the Demon Bull, sending its massive body tumbling through the air. The Demon Bull roared in agony, rolling violently from the blast before crashing heavily to the ground.
Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Hao rushed forward, gripping his knife tightly as he slashed at the Demon Bull's leg. The blade sliced through its tough skin, leaving a deep gash that sprayed blood. The Demon Bull howled in pain, attempting to retaliate, but the explosion and the knife attack had slowed its movements.
"Quick! Focus fire on it!" Zhang Hao shouted, directing his soldiers to act swiftly. The soldiers responded immediately, aiming their weapons at the Demon Bull and unleashing a barrage of bullets. The bullets struck its wounds, inflicting even more pain and damage.
"We can win this!" Hope and determination surged within Zhang Hao; he knew this was their best chance to defeat the Demon Bull and had to make the most of it.
Under the dual assault of explosions and gunfire, the Demon Bull gradually lost strength, its movements becoming sluggish. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Hao advanced once more, gripping his knife tightly as he aimed for the creature's neck.
"Die!" Zhang Hao shouted as he swung his blade with deadly precision across the Demon Bull's throat. Blood gushed forth like a fountain as it let out one final anguished roar before collapsing heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.
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