Him and their stars

Mo Duo rubbed the crystal saber in his hand. The cold scales and the hot spine of the sword collided, almost burning his flesh and blood. However, the great chief felt the pain but did not find it unbearable. He felt that the power of his ancestors was transmitted into his body along with the burning pain.

This saber is smelted from the tribe's treasure, the legendary "Fire Scale Sword" and high-carbon crystals from alien planets. Therefore, Moduo named it "Fire Scale Sword·Qiang".

There is no way, as the most heroic tribal chief among the sand people, he really hasn't read many books. We need to understand.

In addition, the so-called tribal treasure "Fire Scale Knife" is actually a large naturally formed piece of iron containing a certain amount of obsidian fragments, but Chief Moduo firmly refuses to admit this statement.

This is a treasure bestowed upon the Sand People and the Red Lake Tribe by the gods and ancestral spirits! Represents the courage and glory of the sand people! It is destined to become an artifact shared by all sand people.

Lord of the sand people... what a glorious goal that is! What a divine future! What a glorious moment it was! That will be the time of the Sand People! And I will lead this era!

Mo Duo felt a heat in his heart, as if the heat was transmitted from his hands to his body. He knew that he was a little drifting, but he also knew that once he captured the human city in front of him, all the above would not be just a fantasy.

"Are you ready? My warriors?" the warchief riding on a super-large spear-killing dragon shouted loudly.

"For Nuva!" The sand people knights, uh, and the chariot riders mixed with the speeding dragon knights shouted, raising their rifles and spears high.

The warchief looked at the tank with satisfaction, and he also saw with satisfaction the bulletproof armor on his elite guards, the "Blood Lake Guards". Although he hates earthlings, all humanoid creatures, and even all extraterrestrial visitors, he must also admit that their weapons are really good. It is precisely because he now has 20 tanks, 5,000 elite soldiers armed with rifles and crystal sabers, and 1,000 elite "Blood Lake Guards" with riders and mounts equipped with alien defense armor. The tone of speech in the meeting also gave them the confidence to directly attack Tulon Port.

Those scaleless short-nosed monkeys are just relying on the strength of the boat and the power of the cannon! Now that I have their weapons, why should I wait for those cowardly losers who settled in the city-state to be ready?

I will bloodbath this human city! Let their skulls be the steps to my throne!

The chief adjusted his special defensive armor again and looked at his young son Tutu beside him. This young man from the sand people was wearing a red armor and his face could not be seen clearly. He had a spear on his back and a long-handled saber in his hand, but he was trembling slightly.

"Are you afraid? My son..." Mo Duo said.

"Father, father, no, I dare not, I..."

"Learn the first lesson, my son, learn to overcome fear on the battlefield. All you need is a living human being, bite his neck, drink his blood, and eat him! You will be fearless! You I will conquer your enemies and conquer your fears!" The chief patted his son on the shoulder, then ignored him. He once again ran to the front of the formation, raised his divine sword and pointed it high into the sky, telling everyone Shout loudly: "Today we will make soup with human blood! Ravage! Warriors of Nuwa!"

Sand people riding velociraptors mixed with the roaring tanks began to accelerate. Not only Chief Moduo, the leading powerful faction among the "tribal factions", but also the sand people who launched the charge, there were more than a dozen tribes with more than 100,000 riders, forming a flood and swarming to all sides of Tulong Port.

Of course, it's unclear how much confusion there is. The timing of the attack was not uniform. Soldiers from Tribe A blocked the advance of Tribe B. Tribes C and D lost their way and collided with each other during the advance. The sand people shot at the dragon's back to threaten but killed one of their own men. The tank advanced and crushed the cavalry next to it. All of the above happened countless times. But no matter what, after more than ten minutes of charging, Chief Moduo, his son and a small number of guards finally rushed to the gate of Tulong and saw the hemispherical light curtain that enveloped the whole city.

At this time, he himself could not find the commander under his command, but the chief was not worried at all. No matter what, aren't there clansmen with guns and ammunition around them anyway?

We have more warriors than all the humans in the city, how could we lose? Just rush in!

The chief continued to encourage: "Come in! Charge in!" He was not afraid of the light curtain that could withstand the bombardment of the tank's main gun. Sand People's collaborators have said that that kind of shield can't stop people at all, everyone just needs to get through.

"Go through that light curtain and fire!" the chief shouted again to a chariot next to him.

The chariot began to move forward, twisting the turret while looking for an attack target. However, the target was not found, and only the sound of Duang was heard. The barrel had already hit Chief Modo who was riding the highest target and had the largest target.

The great chief was lying on the ground, his liver and gallbladder split apart from the fall, but more importantly, he was completely confused and had completely lost the ability to think. As for the rest of the riders, including Tutu himself, they were completely stunned. The chariot was unaware and continued to move forward.

Butan synergy is actually a technical job, but many people just don't understand this truth.

"Boom! Boom!" The tank was penetrated by an anti-tank missile that came from nowhere and exploded into a big fireball.

The sand people continued to be stunned until they were torn to pieces by the intensive firepower.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The various city defense firepowers in the city also began to show their power, creating various explosions in the dense enemy group. Every bloom of a flame flower can turn more than ten sand people warriors into powder.

Tutu's velociraptor was already dead. It took him a long time to crawl out of the heavy body, and crawled to his father's side on hands and knees. He helped his father's body up, only to find that only his upper body was left. He was stunned on the spot as if he had received an electric shock.

Mo Duo summoned up his last strength, put the "Fire Scale Sword Qiang" in his son's hand, stretched out his hand and tapped his son's forehead with a slight trembling.

"Fight, for Nuva..." The great chief left his last words and died just like that.

Tutu hugged his father's half body and sat there blankly. Explosions surged around him, energy and physical bullets passed by him, but miraculously none of them hurt him.

After a while, he slowly came back to his senses and closed his father's eyelids tremblingly. He held the "Fire Scale Sword·Qiang" and stared at his father's body on the same spot with grief and anger on his face. After a few minutes, he withdrew his eyes and looked at Turon City angrily. Under the cover of the translucent light curtain, the outline of the city, the flicker of artillery fire, and the position of the enemy could not be clearly seen. All we could see was the constant flashing of light spots, followed by the sound of breaking through the air and the sound of shooting into the sky. The explosion and fire were like the bloodthirsty eyes of terrifying beasts, hidden in the shadows, but always devouring the lives of the sand people crazily.

The chief's son picked up his father's sword, casually dragged a velociraptor that had lost its owner, roared crazily, then turned over on top of the dragon and ran in the opposite direction of Tulong as fast as possible.

He didn't even return to the camp, he just completely left the battlefield and fled into the vast desert.

Tutu was not the first Sandman to escape, so he didn't attract much attention.

The collapse of more than 100,000 cavalry almost triggered a general retreat of the entire army. Fortunately, the great elder Heson had been prepared and sent all his most proud disciples. The famous Wind Fist, which is equivalent to the God of War in the eyes of the Sand People, the Awakened One appeared in front of the defeated soldiers and waved an eye of the wind with his fist, sucking together dozens of fleeing Sand People and turning them into a ball of flesh and blood. .

However, even with the psykers in charge, it took the various sand people lords a day and a night to finally calm down their troops. By this time, even the most radical chiefs knew that without heavy artillery, there would be nothing they could do against that human city, even if an army of one million people came.

The army of sand people retreated and set up camp cautiously, not daring to make any mistakes for a while.

Lieutenant Colonel Eleanor Bonaparte, who had just achieved a brilliant victory in defending the city, did not feel very happy. She was filled with anger at the standard city defense system.

"Why can't the four heavy ion cannons be fired once the city shield is activated? Because the battery power is insufficient? Ha, Passon? Isn't this company a home appliance manufacturer? Can it also produce military batteries? Ah, because it is delivered to the Governor's Mansion For sponsorship? If you put this in the Navy, let’s see if you will be shot!”

"Why can those four fortress laser cannons only be used against the air? Who designed them? What, the Alliance's Northern Star Arsenal? Oh, the design for both land and air use is at least one-third more expensive? So I bought it. Can it only be against nothing?"

Eleanor looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless and choked. She didn't want to look good on anyone, so she simply sat in the office and sulked.

"Sir...sir, we have good news." Major Dorsett came in. Seeing the eldest lady's expression was not good, he quickly changed his title.

"If you mean to congratulate me on my victory, then don't say anything." Eleanor responded lukewarmly as she continued to play with her whip.

"But it's not. And it's two pieces of good news!"

"Oh?" Eleanor then became a little interested and looked at the other party.

"We have made contact with Captain Winter of the Hell Parachute Division. He and his men have arrived at Xinyumen!"

Eleanor's eyes lit up and she stood up, but then she thought of something again, and her brows suddenly knitted together: "Captain Winter? Only one company?"

How much more do you want? A whole division? Major Dorsett pretended not to hear anything and continued: "In addition, Captain Winter also said that he has also been in contact with the remaining soldiers of the 12th Guards Station!"

Eleanor's eyes really started to shine with embarrassment this time. She passed by the major with a smile and ran towards the liaison room in a hurry.