The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Killing a mimic in two seconds is an amazing feat that Farrell never even dared to dream of. He would be grateful if a soldier could kill a mimic one-on-one.

Li Qing was still complaining that the killing was too slow.

How can an ordinary person compare to Li Qing, who possesses a system?

As Lu Xun said, human joys and sorrows are not shared; I just find their noise annoying.

Farrell and his companions were helpless against the powerful mimics, and the same mimics could only be slaughtered by Li Qing when faced with his power.

There are millions of mimics on the battlefield, and the three thousand or so that Li Qing killed are just a drop in the ocean.

If Li Qing were to kill them one by one, while the mimics stood still, Li Qing wouldn't be able to finish killing them in a day.

The combined forces number only a few hundred thousand, and their strength was already unequal; now, the disparity in numbers has only intensified.

Humanity is destined to lose this battle.

......

On Cage's side, Farrell and the others were immediately attacked by the mimics after losing Li Qing's protection.

Several mimics suddenly emerged from the beach, disrupting the defensive formation of Sergeant Major Valeo and Squad J.

There was nothing they could do; they had no way to deal with underground attacks.

The dispersed teams face a significantly increased danger from the mimics, as they must attack the mimics while also guarding against sneak attacks from behind.

The mimicry's speed made it difficult for the squad members to aim, and all the bullets they fired grazed the target.

Aiming at mimicry shooting was simply not feasible, so the team members had to switch to attack mode.

Bullets rained down on the mimicry as if they were free, providing a barrage of fire.

Even with incredible speed, a mimic cannot dodge all of the overwhelming bullets; some bullets will successfully hit the mimic.

This attack method can hit the mimics, but it also greatly increases their ammunition consumption rate.

The squad members had a limited amount of ammunition to begin with.

The attack won't last long before the ammunition runs out.

Why not carry more ammunition?

It must be because they can't carry it. Which soldier wouldn't want to carry more ammunition? But their physical condition doesn't allow it.

They don't have any spatial rings.

The weight of the armor already puts a heavy burden on the soldiers, and given their physical condition, they simply cannot carry too much ammunition.

Moreover, the battle plan stated that there were not many simulated beaches, so some soldiers did not carry that many ammunition.

As the mimics fell one by one in front of Farrell and his group, their ammunition ran out.

Having run out of ammunition, they had no weapons left to resist the mimicry attacks.

Their final attack was to charge in and fight hand-to-hand, but their slow movements appeared even slower than a tortoise to the mimics.

The mimicry instantly lunged at Greif, who was closest to it.

Seeing the mimic rushing towards him, Greif raised his hand to try and block it, but as soon as he raised his hand, the mimic appeared behind him.

Tentacles shot out from behind the mimic, piercing through the back armor of the Greave armor and instantly penetrating Greave's chest.

Greave looked down at his chest. After the mimic tentacles were withdrawn, a huge hole was left, from which blood and pieces of internal organs fell.

In his final moments, Greif turned to look at Cage behind him, never expecting that he would die before the recruit.

Sergeant Farrell even asked him to take care of Cage, which is ridiculous.

Greif slowly closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"Greev!"

"Sergeant Major Farrell, what do we do now?"

Nancy looked at Farrell, hoping he might have a way to get her rescued.

“Nancy, there’s no way around it. Humans lost the battle. The gap between humans and mimics is too big. Even if we wear armor, we are no match for the mimics. The military’s propaganda is all lies. Armor is not that powerful. They say that simple training can fight against mimics. They’re just fooling those new recruits.”

Farrell had never encountered a situation like this before.

Facing a million mimics, Farrell felt utterly hopeless.

He was just a lowly sergeant; how could he possibly have the ability to lead his men out of a million mimics?

After hearing Farrell's words, Nancy looked utterly hopeless, her eyes dimmed, and she muttered to herself, "Am I just going to wait to die here?"

Just as Nancy was in despair, a sudden inspiration struck her, and she remembered Li Qing, who had previously displayed great power in front of them.

He easily killed all of the dozen or so mimics, and it seems he still had some strength left.

Li Qing's outstanding performance will surely lead them to break through the encirclement and gain a glimmer of hope.

“Sergeant Major, we still have a chance to survive. Lee MacArthur is our chance to survive. If we find him, we will definitely be able to return to England alive.”

Hope rekindled in Nancy's eyes as she looked at Sergeant Farrell.

After Nancy's reminder, Farrell also recalled Lee Sin's god-like performance.

He can kill mimics as easily as slaughtering dogs; with his abilities, he will surely be able to break through successfully.

“That’s right! Let’s go find him now.”

They're doomed here; they won't survive until Lee MacArthur comes back to rescue them.

If not, they should take a gamble and find Lee MacArthur.

Private First Class Lee MacArthur is now Farrell and the others' only hope.

......

After hours of fighting, the beach battlefield is now littered with the wreckage of transport planes, thick smoke billowing from the debris.

The corpses of both mimics and human soldiers were scattered everywhere, but the number of human corpses was undoubtedly greater.

Some of the human corpses were so gruesome that they were unbearable to look at.

At this point, not a single transport plane could be seen in the sky; most of them had been shot down by mimic attacks at the very beginning of the war.

Only a small number of transport planes survived and were able to return safely to Heathrow Airport.

Beside the wreckage of a transport plane, several mimic corpses lay scattered on the ground. Judging from their incomplete appearance, they were likely killed by a person using a melee weapon.

Indeed, not far from the mimicking corpse, a gleaming silver longsword was stuck in the sand.

Due to the prolonged battle, the blade had some large and small nicks, and there were also many scratches on the body of the blade.

These traces are the best proof of the elimination of the mimic.

The owner of this long sword lay on a nearby sand dune.

The owner of the long sword was none other than Rita, who was known as the Angel of Verdun.

Rita, clad in armor, leaned motionless against the sand dune. She had no strength left to move, not even to twitch a finger.

The armor's battery had been depleted during the battle with the mimics, and the once exquisitely crafted red armor was now riddled with damage.

She lay there quietly, and soon a mimicry would come to reap her life.

Rita's eyes were dull and lifeless as she looked up at the azure sky, recalling what had happened before.

The transport plane she was on was also attacked by the mimicry, and she was the only survivor after the plane crashed.

Rita knew there would be a mimicry ambush during the beach battle, with the aim of wiping out the human resistance forces on the beach, but she couldn't tell the military this information, knowing they wouldn't believe it.