I’m Making Equipment In Wasteland

The blood lotus mech is Zhao Changan's painstaking effort, and it is also the nightmare in the hearts of countless red sickle veterans.

All the veterans who participated in the Battle of the Blood Plains cannot forget the scene of that year. The mecha called the blood lotus rushed into the position of the red sickle at an unstoppable time, and then the blood lotus slowly bloomed.

Half of the red sickle's position was covered by the blood-colored lotus, and countless people died tragically as a result.

Nearly 300,000 fresh lives were harvested, and their blood stained the earth, which is still red to this day.

For this reason, that battle was called the "War of the Blood Origin."

That was an epic praised by countless people in the Federation, and it was also a nightmare in the hearts of countless people in the Red Scythe.

Brandon, the hero of the Red Scythe, also died in that battle, and countless ordinary families of the Red Scythe were also dressed in black.

Brand's muscles were tight at the moment, even though he seemed indifferent on the surface, but in fact he was still a little flustered.

After all, this is the blood lotus, the blood lotus that killed his father back then.

But this fear also made Brandon angry.

Why do I fear? In the past ten years, he has not been afraid of life and death training, and has improved his strength. Isn't it true that he is today?

He wants to avenge his father and kill his father and enemies with his own blood.

Brandon's body instantly grew bigger, and instantly turned into a five-meter-high King Kong!

Exclusive skills of the S-level weapon genre, unmoved like a mountain!

Then, Brandon rushed towards Zhao Changan with a roar!

The speed of the two was extremely high, and under the gloomy sky, two lines, one green and one red, collided together.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise between the sky and the earth, and the two lines separated one after another, and then collided again.

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In the federal resident, Jiang Liu looked pale at this moment.

What needs to consume Frostmourne is not source power, but mental power.

Among the nine schools, with the exception of the witch and hacker school, the other seven schools will not conduct special training for mental power.

Although Jiang Liu's source power is comparable to D-level professionals, his mental power is still E-level.

Forcibly controlling more than 20,000 dead people, Jiang Liu's mental power is rapidly draining. Until now, he felt that steel nails on both sides of his temple seemed to be slowly piercing into it.

Jiang Liu stretched out her hand and rubbed her temples, and Diana next to him found that Jiang Liu was wrong.

"What's the matter with you?" Diana cared.

Jiang Liu still bowed his head and waved his hands: ‘It’s nothing. ’

He looked up into the distance, where the war was still going on, and the dead were rushing towards the enemy under his drive.

This battle must be over soon, Jiang Liu said to himself.

With his current situation, he can control these dead for half an hour at most, and then if he wants to continue his control, he must at least recover for a while.

Jiang Liu slowly raised Frostmourne again, and this weapon had undergone earth-shaking changes in just an hour.

The surface of the sword body is close to black and blue, and if you look closely, you will find that there seem to be countless dead souls twisting inside the sword body.

The bodies of most of the dead on the battlefield suddenly trembled, and the offensive became more and more fierce!

"Support! I need support here!"

"Madrid! What are you doing! Don't come here! Come over again and I'll shoot!"

The battlefield at this time was extremely chaotic. The soldiers of the Red Sickle didn't seem to figure out what happened. Even though some soldiers figured it out, their morale dropped to freezing point in an instant.

"Shoot! Everyone shot at once! These monsters are no longer our comrades-in-arms! I order you to shoot as a political commissar!"

Red sickle's political commissars began to play a role, and at the request of the political commissar, the soldiers finally launched an effective counterattack.

But is such a counterattack really useful to the dead?

They are already dead people, even if their bodies are destroyed again, they will not be able to rest their souls.

Unless they can completely destroy their bodies.

Command center behind the red sickle.

This is a command center spliced ​​by three command platforms. Its internal area is 20,000 square meters, and it can adapt to various terrains.

There was silence in the command center at this time, and the gray-haired old man headed by him looked solemn.

"This war cannot continue, we must retreat." The old man said slowly.

"It cannot be withdrawn. The faith of the soldiers can support us to win this war!"

A middle-aged man on the left hand side of the old man stood up righteously.

"Commander Zhukov, have you ever thought about what it means if we retreat? This represents another failure of Red Scythe! The people cannot accept this failure! Red Scythe cannot accept this failure!"

The old man called Zhukov looked sullen.

"Commissar Brewer, the fighting has continued, and our casualties have reached one-third."

"War shouldn't be fought like this. Right now these soldiers are among our elite. Winter will soon arrive. The colony beasts in the polar regions will once again form a tide of beasts. Without them, how would we spend this winter?"

Zhukov tried his best to get the other party to agree with his point of view through reasoning, but unfortunately, his method was useless at all.

Instead, Brewer said: "Once we can capture the frontline station of the Federation, half of the Federation will be covered by the cannon of the Red Scythe. Do we still need to worry about the beast tide by then?"

"The glory of the red sickle will envelope the entire federation, and our people can also live in a place where spring flowers bloom."

Zhukov suppressed the anger in his heart forcibly.

The Brewer in front of him did not understand military at all, and the war had reached this stage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They had lost one-third of their troops but had not yet taken the frontline station of the Federation.

Even if they succeeded in taking down the federal resident, it was almost October now. If they didn't take enough areas before November, then the polar beast tide would sweep across the entire red sickle.

"Commissar Brewer, now is the best time to withdraw troops."

Zhukov pointed to the screen on the wall and said: "You have also seen that the Federation seems to use a special weapon. Our fighters have become the opponent's weapon. This has had a great impact on our morale."

Brewer looked gloomy and said: "Commander Zhukov, the reason why the morale is low is entirely because of you! Because of their disloyalty to the Red Scythe!"

"Come on! Take Commander Zhukov down!"

Brewer attacked on the spot, and many commanders on the scene looked shocked, even Zhukov.

Outside the room, three A-level professionals walked in, and they stood beside Zhukov with embarrassed expressions.

"Why, do you want to disobey the order?" Brewer said.