Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The strong man's weird and angry laughter caused many dissatisfactions.

This small assault ship, which belongs to the third division of the Federation Army's Tianyuan fleet, has only just entered the military service. Its members are newly assembled, and its armorers are assigned to the ship, in response to the impending threat of war from the Empire. They have just been drawn from all over the country and are not yet familiar with each other. This ugly Scarface man, Ping Su, is alone and mysterious, and many people do not know his identity.

“This guy...”

His armored chest represents the dark gold wine of the Major's rank, the Nine Star Dragon Battle emblem, which is not daring to reproach loudly, but also can't help the soldiers chirp kook, “Can you laugh at this time, is it crazy? ”

“Leave him alone. He's crazy. ”

The veterans who knew about it immediately stopped the recruit's balls from continuing the discussion, "Don't you know, he's just an 'insane dog who can't die'! ”

These six words suddenly stirred up an exhalation among the soldiers: "Yes, it was the mad dog! ”

Undying mad dogs, among the grassroots troops of the Confederate Army, are all small and famous figures, except for the notorious and daunting ones.

He was the kind of person who took the pleasure of seeking the stimulus of death, active in an underground arena where life and death fought against each other eight or nine decades ago in the peace years of the Federation, leaving indelible scars on himself while defeating countless opponents.

Later, he suspected that the underground arena was not exciting enough. He wandered into the wasteland by the stars and searched everywhere for demonic beasts and the trail of star thieves. Hundreds of adventures of nine lifetimes did not kill him.

As the Confederation opened up four new worlds, especially the Tianhuan War, the mad dog became more like a fish.

By virtue of his powerful armor, he joined the Confederate Army and was extremely active in the Tianhuan War. Thousands of Tianhuan Armorers who died under his command were immensely “killed by a thousand people”!

Rather, such a fearless warrior should be crowned as a “hero”.

But all around this mad dog, besides having the guts to laugh with death, there seems to be a very intense curse.

In each battle, he voluntarily asked for the most dangerous tasks, and in each case the worst situations were encountered, which had to be accomplished at great risk. Instead, he traded himself for a staggering scar, and his companions who carried out the tasks together often died from death.

Hundreds of missions, every time, a squad or a squadron strikes together, obviously he rushes to the front, facing the fiercest artillery fire and the sharpest sword, but the end result is that the squadron is completely extinguished, only he is like a piece of dirt mixed with steel debris, after being dragged back to make up the stitches, and miraculously survive!

It's like, there's some kind of powerful, weird force that supports him in this shattered shell, walking, killing, and fighting death!

“This guy, how can he die and not die? ”

“But all his comrades who fought with him died, and he was a complete disaster star! ”

“It's not a disaster star, it's a mad dog, it's a mad dog who wants to die, but can't die! ”

In the name of the mad dog, it spreads through the grassroots of the Confederate army.

If that were the case, with his wild accumulation of war, he would still have at least the rank of colonel, with the power to command a regiment.

However, he was a person who was trying to cultivate irreversible means, purchased prohibited drugs explicitly forbidden by the military and the government several times through underground channels, and even secretly went to Dragonsnake Star, Fish Dragon City during the holidays to unlawfully stimulate and strengthen his body, thus contradicting the local gang, reportedly killing hundreds of gang members with one breath, making the Dragonsnake Star domain panic, and thinking that the Federation was about to annex this place.

Anyone familiar with mad dogs knows why he went to the Dragonsnake Star, what “illegal stimulation and enhancement” is an excuse, he is just bored to want to kill or be killed!

The true reviser is the most resolute atheist. In the words of "disaster star”, it can never be established officially, but three or five times violating a military order is enough to wipe out all his bloody battles. After 30 or 50 years of joining the Confederate army, he has rushed into the realm of Kindan, and he is still only a small major.

Crazy dog doesn't care. Neither rank nor command is what he is after. He just needs to be able to get into the most dangerous battlefield, the most dangerous front line, the most dangerous task!

“No wonder he met the main force of the Black Wind Fleet. He was here! ”

“I hear he's the ‘guy’, a hundred years ago... right? ”

“This time it's over. Ah, he, he's coming! ”

In tension and fear, the soldiers did not deliberately lower their voices, let alone push them to the limit, and could not escape the ears of mad dogs.

With a dragon killing knife more than three meters long, he didn't panic and rushed to the soldiers, covered with scars, his muscular burst face with a seeping smile, staring at the crowd.

Federal medicine is highly developed, and most common scars and wounds can be repaired, at least through a variety of cosmetic techniques.

Although there are some martial arts worshippers who deliberately leave one or two scars on their faces and bodies on the pretext that "scars are the medals of the man" or to commemorate a battle of mindfulness, like mad dogs, they have reached the level of disfigurement and still do not make any modifications, absolutely aliens of the opposite species.

You can see from this that the name "mad dog” is a real name!

“I'm a jerk. ”

The mad dog grinned, his voice sandy and mute, his vocal cords seemed to have soaked in the oil pan of the eighteenth floor of hell, “The thief God couldn't help but kill me, he had to play with me slowly, torturing me one by one, it wasn't that easy for me to die.

“But you're not as unlucky or lucky as I am, you're going to die, you're going to die.

“If you don't want to die, get away from me when you get out. Don't stand in the way of your death, understand? ”

All the soldiers stared at each other and could not say half a word under the oppression of the mad dog's powerful and insane atmosphere.

The mad dog opened his eyes and raised his voice: "Understood! ”

The soldiers fought a deep cold war and nodded.

The mad dog smiled, tapping gently on the shoulder armor, and the folding helmet immediately rose from the gap between the shoulder and back armor, completely covering his ugly head

It is the custom of the Confederate Army that, without concealing the emblem of war and the markings of the troops, the armorer has the right to paint the armor freely, and many people draw some personalized patterns on the helmet or chest, which is both a good psychological hint and adds a certain amount of power.

Crazy Dog's helmet is a white, miserable skull pattern, a skull that sprays all kinds of anger out of its eye socket!

“Federales! ”

There was a roar of fleet commanders around the strike deck, "We are in front of the most ferocious and terrible army in the universe, behind us is the fatherland, the home, the family of countless of our fellow citizens waiting to triumph! Despite the vastness of the star sea, we have nowhere to go! It will be the greatest war in the history of the Federation, and countless history books and poems will sing to each and every one of us for a thousand, 10,000 years! Strike, for the motherland, for the homeland, for the family, for the courage! ”

A large number of federal armorers, including the "undead mad dog”, jumped into the star sea, which was no longer cold and dark, but boiled into a lump of lava by the flames of the tens of thousands of power charms.

They accelerated their disengagement from the mother ship in order not to be affected by the cruel battle of guns against ships. Tens of thousands of crystals were at the forefront of the rectangular battlefield, forming a large array of dense and numb light points, which at first glance seemed like a cloud of colour.

And far from them, there's another thicker, more dazzling flare of light coming at them, their opponents, the Imperial Armorers and the Cosmic Shuttle Attack Cluster!

There, in the tactical communications channel of the Black Wind Fleet, the voice of the Dark Night Commander was equally thrilled in the ears of every hungry, awkward Black Wind Armorer.

“Brave imperial generals, noble immortals, faithful defenders of human civilization! Look, our enemies are dying, like filthy pigs about to be slaughtered! See their fears? See their wanderings? Did you see them tremble? Let's go, end the lives of these poor bugs, don't let them wait too long in extreme fear, harvest them in pain, slaughter them as hard as they can, let these star beachside ants see how powerful real human civilization is! ”

Two armies, royal, solemn, slow forward.

Unlike many people's imagination, the star sea battle, which really brings together thousands of starships, has not changed too much of a dazzling tactical change, even looking a little dull, slow and clumsy.

The presence of magnetic interference, power shields, and force field deflection technology greatly outweighs the attack power of a starship, or reduces its hit rate to an appalling level.

Distance becomes the most insurmountable obstacle. At a distance of nearly 300,000 kilometres, only a Glaucoma weapon advancing at the speed of light can instantaneously hit the enemy. The biggest defect of a Glaucoma weapon is that it fires too inefficiently, cools for too long, and one heavy Glaucoma gun often lasts for only a few dozen seconds, and has to stop and gasp for another dozen seconds.

On the other hand, when a giant starship is accelerated to a certain degree, it is difficult to instantaneously make smart manoeuvres and evasive movements, and even a small steering can lead to severe tears in the shell or internal structure of the starship - even if the ship does not tear, the members of the starship cannot withstand such "speed steering” and the five dirty sixes can burst.

This means giving up part of the speed and gaining some spirituality.

Either go to fucking spirituality, stick to your enemies, or you don't have the exact gunfire, go all the way, go, go, go!

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I'm going to worship my book buddies in the book rating area!

Someone could have guessed the real identity of a mad dog so quickly. Amazing!