40,000 Years of Cultivation

It is said that a philosopher said a word more than a hundred years ago.

"I don't know what weapons will be used in the Third World War, but I know that the Fourth World War must be started in the collision of a stone axe and a wooden stick."

This sentence cannot be more appropriate for today's battlefield.

Hundreds of thousands of improvised rabble crowds, apart from the usual hunting and fighting, have not received any formal training for the assault of a large army. The only tactics that can be used are the human sea tactics and the ant-attached siege.

The only thing the Golden Tooth boss can tell these mobs is to stretch the front a little longer, spread the infantry and open a little bit. Don’t crowd together a large group of people, like stupid marching ants-as early as the first time. During the World War, this tactic of holding a group and charging was proved to be the most efficient suicide.

Therefore, they stretched the front to the limit, almost rushing towards the "New Golden Mountain" from all directions.

Although most of the entrapped slaves and recruits are inexperienced, fortunately, they are not entirely on foot. Many people ride on civilian vehicles with steel plates and bizarre motorcycles, which can barely be considered. A "motorized" force.

Although in the face of advanced doomsday weapons, even adding seven or eight layers of steel plates will not help, but such "tight" protection at least provides the demons with an illusory sense of security, allowing them to charge faster, with a more determined attitude, and even fanaticism. .

For a time, the depths of the wasteland were filled with howlings more savagely than wild beasts, and tens of thousands of civilian vehicles rolled up billowing smoke and dust, as if a **** jungle suddenly appeared on the Gobi Desert.

Bai Xiaolu once obtained something called "DVD" from the merchant, and watched many movie clips describing life before the war, including of course the ancient war scenes more than 100 years ago.

He originally thought that the real war is smoke filled with gunpowder, ten thousand cannons are blasted, everything is raging, and the momentum is huge and earth-shattering.

However, the "New Golden Mountain" in front of him was lifeless. The first wave of slaves and recruits from the attacking side rushed to the entrance of the burrowing bomb. There was still no response from the ground, like a ghostly empty city.

It was not until a large number of slave soldiers and recruits rushed into the ground along the slope, and a lot of "buzzing" things flew out from the ground.

That is a drone.

In the wasteland, drones are synonymous with death. Once caught, no one can escape.

Sure enough, a drone danced and landed lightly, landing at the place where the attackers were the densest, and then exploded fiercely, exploding a series of arcs with teeth and claws, covering a range of 100 meters.

The aggressive momentum of the attacking side was like being slapped with a cold whip.

Everyone was entangled in the faint blue magnificent electric light, and fell straight down.

They still made no sound.

Can't even see the slightest smoke or blood.

It's like an absurd, incredible dream.

But the lives of countless people have been harvested silently and carelessly.

Such a scene should make the attackers feel scared, but most of the attackers swallowed the pill, burned the nerve in the brain responsible for "fear", still rushed forward with the arc, and then kept in the blue. Die in the light.

Bai Xiaolu clenched his fists, took a peek not far away, and glanced at the golden tooth boss standing on the armored vehicle.

He found that the golden tooth boss looked as usual, and even yawned, looking indifferent.

Bai Xiaolu understood.

The offensive recruits are consumables just like the defending drones.

If he is not lucky enough to be able to follow the golden tooth boss, he should also be found in these fallen corpses.

Just half an hour.

Tens of thousands of slave soldiers and recruits were almost exhausted.

Even if some people can rush into the hole, the defender is obviously waiting for work, and it is estimated that these mobs would have been torn to pieces long ago.

And they haven't even seen half of the ghost shadow of the defender.

How will this battle be fought?

Just when he was agitated, Bai Xiaolu suddenly heard a series of dense screams, which were sharper, faster and more ear-piercing than the train cannon just now.

When I looked up, I saw hundreds of white lines flying across the sky, severely tearing the lead-gray cloud, drawing a stern arc, like long eyes, rushing in from the hole above the "New Golden Mountain".

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

There was a thunderous roar from the ground, and the ground above the entire "New Golden Mountain" was obviously protruding. Infinite flames spewed hundreds of meters from the cave, along with a large number of charred corpses and twisted remains.

Across the army boots, Bai Xiaolu felt that his feet suddenly heated up, the ground seemed to be burning, and the ground had become a sea of ​​flames.

"Precision guided missiles, that's how it is."

The elder brother calmly analyzed, "It turns out that the tens of thousands of lives in the **** wasteland are just the Golden Tooth boss and the "firepower reconnaissance" of the "covenant". The firepower of the rising temperature finally relied on the precision-guided missiles of the rear "covenant" launch base to settle the problem and solve the problem!

"Get ready, Deer, it's going to charge."

Sure enough, when a white line appeared in the sky, the expression of the golden tooth boss changed.

He stared straight at these white lines, his muscles twitched, and he whispered secretly. It seemed that even he was terrified and disgusted with the terrible "precision guided missiles".

But after all, he was not entangled with emotions for too long, licked his lips, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and personally inserted a blood-stained Citi into the armored vehicle.

Thirteen wide strips of red and white, and fifty small white stars inlaid in the blue rectangle in the upper left corner. It is said that this Citi once represented the most domineering power on the planet. Everywhere the sun shines is fluttering. With the glory of Citi-but what's the use? The war destroyed everything, including Citi, who started the war. Now, the glory of the past is only between the fangs of the jackals and the hyenas in the wasteland, and occasionally shines.

"Chi Chi, Chi Chi Chi Chi."

Bai Xiaolu heard that there was a sudden noise from the armored car of the Golden Tooth boss, as if something slammed the horn, and then melodious music came.

He originally thought it must be an impassioned war song, but he didn't expect it to be a very strange, very nice country song, but it didn't seem to be suitable for battlefield killing.

"In the heavenly West Virginia

There are the Blue Ridge Mountains, Shanandoa River

The lives there are far away, older than the trees

Younger than the mountains, growing up like a breeze

The country road, take me home, where is my home

West Virginia, Mother Dashan

Country road, take me home! "

In the beautiful, warm and even slightly "rustic" music, all Citigroup gangs are fully armed.

The Golden Tooth boss crossed his chest three or five times with bullet chains, with dozens of grenades hanging from his waist, and holding an airborne Vulcan cannon—God, is he really a human?

"MAGA!"

In the singing, the golden tooth shouted hoarsely and roared blood.

"MAGA!"

All Citigroups are crazy and crazy.

The real charge has begun!

Bai Xiaolu regretted his choice a little.

He found that the boss of the golden tooth was a lunatic at all.

Just now when the slave soldiers and recruits who had been temporarily captured to make up the number charged, the golden tooth boss stayed deeply at the back, like a ruthless conspirator, and naturally kept Bai Xiaolu safe.

But now, when it's Citigroup’s turn to help its people charge, the gang leader, "the boss of the boss", rushed to the forefront desperately, not even sitting in the armored vehicle, but straddling the armored vehicle. On the rapid-fire gun, holding the blood-stained Citigroup, yelling the "War Hymn" of "Road to the Country, Take Me Home", laughing loudly, and making a strange cry of "Hey--ha--", as if He was a cowboy who was not afraid of death, and he didn't care if a new drone could fly out of the ground, exploding a burst of lightning and thunder.

Bai Xiaolu had to sit in the armored car closest to him, shaking his head, lest his life might be inadvertently reimbursed with the golden tooth boss.

But they finally rushed into the ground, without encountering any obstacles along the way-the precision-guided missile bombing just now indeed crushed all the defensive firepower points deployed on the periphery of the "Xinjinshan" into powder. Once they entered the urban area, it was chaotic. In street battles, the power of the subterranean people's sophisticated weapons will be weakened to the minimum, while the demons' number advantage will be maximized.

They sang, dumped bullets, crushed the charred bodies, charged along the rugged slope, and quickly rushed into the "New Golden Mountain" from dozens of different slopes.

Presenting the exquisite and prosperous underground city in front of them, all the demons could not believe their eyes.

Before Bai Xiaolu saw the scenery outside, he was slammed on his head by the sober air rushing towards his face. He slammed his eyes with gold stars and burst into tears.

"It turns out there is still such good smelling air in the world."

Bai Xiaolu tears into his eyes, "There is no smell, no rust, and no sourness of acid rain and radiant sweetness. That is, it is the air, the purest air!"

He is a little drunk.

The soldiers around him are the same.

Some people even cried out, "Uuuuuu", and couldn't help it.

The city ahead made them dazzled and furious.

All demons have imagined the appearance of underground cities countless times-decorate this "paradise" with the most gorgeous and extravagant scenes they can think of.

But the real underground city is a hundred times more gorgeous and extravagant than they could think of.

Not to mention row upon row, automatically illuminated, futuristic high-rise buildings.

Not to mention that there are man-made gardens all over the city.

That is to say, in the criss-crossing pipes above the head, a piece of mist is sprayed from time to time, wasting the clean water that the Mozu people in countless wastelands regard as life, just to bring a slight coolness to the people underground.

Such an extravagant desire!

So absurd!

They have done such a cruel and heinous thing!

"Have you seen, these underground people would rather waste precious clean water for nothing than give us a way out for the demons!"

Old Jinya roared, "Then go on, use our bullets and butcher knife to take back what belongs to us!"