Colonize Alien

Bone King Eric Moore's forward force was maimed by the self-explosion of thousands of tons of ammunition, and he could only stop and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive.

Originally, Eric Moore thought that it would take only half a day to reorganize the attack, but he obviously overestimated the organizational ability of the undead army under him, and underestimated the attack power of the base.

Outside the range of long-range artillery, countless bombers converted from transport aircraft kept dropping bombs on the marching undead army.

There are so many undeads in the dense mahjong valley that those transport planes that were temporarily modified and only equipped with simple bomb sights that are better than nothing can drop bombs recklessly, and there is no need to worry about the bombs thrown down.

The threat from the sky made the slow-moving undead go even slower.

But even if they came to Eric Moore's side, the undead didn't have a good life.

In order to save fuel, the air force didn't bother them, but the shells of the long-range heavy artillery would roar from time to time, and the undead army that had just gathered would soon be bombed to pieces.

As a result, it was not until the third day that Eric Moore, the skeleton king, set off south again with his troops.

And behind them, the white bones have spread a thick layer on the land of Hell Valley, and the large and small craters are continuous one after another.

This time, the Skeleton King Eric Moore left all the human believers in the army in a relatively safe place in the rear. He didn't know what was waiting for them in front, but there was no doubt that the resistance of the Chinese people in the south will be more intense.

The human believers who can participate in this expedition are all elites. After hundreds of years of training, they can become the emerging power of their own forces, and they should not be damaged as much as cannon fodder here.

Let those skeleton soldiers and ghouls do things like cannon fodder. Anyway, no matter how many casualties, he won't feel distressed - the problem that the Eternal Holy Religion is causing everyone's headaches is that there are too many cannon fodders! Almost 70% of social problems are caused by them!

So even if the casualties are enough to cover the valley, the skeleton king Eric Moore is still in a good mood.

Even if these losses are multiplied tenfold, it will not hurt for him, it is better to say that it has eliminated a lot of population pressure for him.

The original Skeleton King Eric Moore was ready to go all the way and be bombed all the way, but miraculously, not long after they set off to the south, the continuous artillery and air strikes stopped!

The wise high-level undead generally gave the same explanation - alchemy weapons are very expensive, and those Chinese people can't stand this endless consumption!

It's a pity that they don't know to what extent modern industrial production can push up the output of weapons, and they don't know how many old bombs and artillery shells are in stock in China on the other side of the earth.

In fact, the reason why the bombing and shelling stopped was to allow the undead to gather more densely-after a long-term strike, the undead army at this time was no longer the overwhelming scale it used to be, and the killing efficiency of shelling and bombing began to decrease significantly.

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"Turn! Turn now, Rusta!"

"Duang!"

Looking at the car hitting the stone on the screen, Rusta turned his head helplessly to look at the instructor who had been yelling behind him.

"Sorry instructor, I didn't notice there was a ditch over there..."

The instructor sighed helplessly, patted Rusta's shoulder and said, "It's nothing, it's already very good, after all, this is a wide racing game, and the actual operation is not that difficult, come on, let's try it."

"Oh yes sir."

When he got off the racing simulator, Rusta followed the instructors nervously. For the three days since he was selected, his job was to eat, sleep, and play racing cars. Of course, on the simulator.

It's the kind of racing game machine that you can basically see in playgrounds.

After three days of practice, Rusta has been trained from a vomit man who fainted in 3D when he saw the screen to a road killer who can barely drive a car for so many laps.

But this is enough. Anyway, there are not enough manpower and poor skills. What's more, the instructor in charge of him really doesn't want to continue teaching.

Tired than going to the battlefield!

Following the instructor to a large room guarded by guards, Rusta was a little stunned.

The room is big and about the size of their Great Hall, and it's full of "game consoles"! However, the racing games they played seemed to be somewhat different from what they had been exposed to in the past three days.

It is indeed different. Originally, the remote control vehicles operated by these people are crude products that have been temporarily transformed, and the operation is not much more complicated than the remote control model. It can be said that it is a fool's operation. Let these Duze people come to be operators~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So the need to design the simulator was not considered from the beginning.

It was not until the army of the skeleton king Eric Moore invaded and a large number of operators had not come from the earth that they urgently transported a batch of game consoles to be used as simulators.

Pressed on the chair by the instructor, Rusta looked at the extra information on the screen, such as oil level, water temperature, status indication, etc., and added the extra buttons on the operation panel, almost crying.

It's easier said than done! ?

Why do I think it's not easy at all!

The instructor glanced at Rusta's bitter face and said, "Don't care about those meters, unless it turns red! If it turns red, call me, I'll deal with it, all you need to do is drive!

Rest assured, the car you need to drive is much slower than the one you used to play, and you will no longer accidentally hit a rock.

Also, you don't have to worry about these buttons, I'll put numbers on them later, you just need to push the buttons in numerical order after you drive out of the car.

See, isn't it easy? "

Rusta looked at the instructor with a smile that was uglier than crying.

The instructor sighed helplessly and said, "Let's go out and try it now, pay attention to slow down, and don't hit other people's cars."

"Crash... Crash!?"

Rusta was taken aback. The crash has become a psychological shadow for him in the past three days. Which of the games he played was not the scene of the accident! ?

"Can I... quit? I still think it's more suitable for me to carry artillery shells."

The instructor slapped Rusta on the head.

"Don't even think about it, hurry up and practice for me!"

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