Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

A philosopher is said to have spoken more than a hundred years ago.

“I don't know what kind of weapon World War III is going to use, but I do know that World War IV is bound to sound like a collision of stone axes and wooden sticks. ”

It fits perfectly in today's battlefield.

Hundreds of thousands of temporarily assembled Uhe people, apart from the usual hunting and killing, have not received formal large group army assault training, the only tactics available are human sea tactics, ants attached to the siege.

The only thing Lord Goldtooth can tell these people is to pull the front a little longer, spread the infantry a little wider, and never crowd them together, like stupid marching ants - a tactic that proved to be the most efficient suicide as early as the First World War.

Yes, they stretched the front to the limit, almost flushing from all directions towards "New Golden Mountain”.

Although the vast majority of trapped slaves and recruits are inexperienced, it is good that they are not entirely on foot, and many are riding civilian vehicles with steel plates and strange motorcycles, barely a “motorized” force.

While even hanging seven or eight layers of steel in the face of advanced doomsday weapons will not help, such “tight” protection will at least provide the Demons with the illusory sense of security that will make them go faster, more resolute and even fanatical.

At one time, the depths of the wilderness were filled with more barbaric howls than beasts, tens of thousands of civilian vehicles rolling up and rolling smoke, and a bloody jungle suddenly appeared on Trango Beach.

White Deer once got something called "DVD” from a trader, saw a lot of movie clips describing life before the war, including, of course, ancient war scenes over a hundred years ago.

He thought that the real war was smoke, gunfire, everything burning, loud, amazing.

However, the “New Golden Mountain” in front of us is a dead end, with the first wave of slaves and recruits from the attacking side rushing near the entrance where the bomb exploded from the ground, and the ground remains unresponsive, as if it were a ghostly empty city.

It was not until a large number of slaves and recruits rushed into the ground along the slopes that a large number of “buzzing” things flew out of the ground.

That's a drone.

In the wilderness, drones are synonymous with Reaper, and once targeted, no one can escape.

Indeed, a drone danced and landed lightly, landing in the most dense part of the attacker, and then exploded severely, bursting into a series of arcs with teething claws covering the 100-meter range.

The aggressor's enthusiasm was like being whipped hard by a cold, icy whip.

Everyone was wrapped in a glossy blue light, falling straight down.

They still didn't make a sound.

You can't even see a little bit of smoke and blood.

It's like an absurd, incredible dream.

But the lives of countless people were so silently and carelessly harvested.

Such a scenario should frighten the attacker, but most of the attackers swallowed pills, burned the nerve in the brain responsible for “fear," still holding the arc, rushing forward, and then dying in the dark blue light.

White deer clamped his fist, peeked not far away, and stood on the armored car and glanced at the big golden tooth.

He found the Golden Tooth boss as usual and even beat up an arrears, seemingly irrelevant.

White deer understood.

The attacking recruits, like the defensive drones, are consumables.

If he wasn't lucky enough to follow the Goldtooth boss, he would have been found in these fallen bodies.

Just half an hour.

Tens of thousands of slaves and recruits are almost depleted.

Even if some of the people were able to rush into the ground hole, the defense was obviously waiting for work, and it is estimated that these Uzi people would have been torn to pieces long ago.

And they haven't even seen the ghost of the defense.

How can we fight this war?

Just as he was restless, the white deer suddenly heard a dense tsunami, sharper, quicker and more thrilling than the train cannon.

When I looked up, I saw hundreds of white lines passing through the sky, tearing the clouds of lead and grey, drawing an awesome arc, like eyes, entering through the cave fish above “New Golden Mountain”.

Boom, boom, boom!

A thunderous burst of thunder broke through the ground above the whole "New Golden Mountain”, and infinite flames erupted hundreds of meters from the cave, accompanied by a large number of burnt corpses and distorted debris.

Across the boots, the white deer felt their footboards warm up suddenly, the earth seemed to be burning and the ground had turned into a flaming sea.

“Precision of missiles, as it turns out. ”

Brother calmly analyzed, “Turns out, tens of thousands of human lives in the savage wilderness are just 'fire reconnaissance’ between the Golden Tooth boss and the 'covenant’. The aim is to understand the defenses of the 'New Golden Mountain' underground, lock the fire points that keep firing and the temperature rising, and finally rely on the precision missiles of the rear 'covenant’ launch base to silence and solve the problem!

“Get ready, Deer, we're going. ”

Sure enough, when the white line appears in the sky, the look on Big Goldtooth's face changes.

He stared straight at the white lines, his face twitched, and he cursed, seemingly fearing and loathing the horrors of these "precision missiles”.

After all, he was not wrapped up in emotion for too long, licked his lips, gave out a mouthful of sputum, and personally inserted a bloodstained flag into the armored car.

Thirteen red and white strips, fifty white asteroids embedded in the blue rectangle in the upper left corner, are said to have represented the most hegemonic power on the planet, the sun shining, nothing less than the glory of the flag - but what use is that, the war destroyed everything, including the flag of war, and now the glory of the past is only occasionally shining between the claw teeth of wolves and dogs in the wilderness.

“Shh, shh, shh. ”

The white deer heard a sudden noise in the armored car of the Goldtooth boss, as if something pierced the horn, followed by a set of loud music.

He thought it must have been a generous and exhilarating song, but he didn't think it was a very strange, very nice song, but it didn't seem like a very good country song for battlefield killing.

“in heavenly West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Chanan Doa River

It's a long way from home. Older than the trees.

Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

The country road. Take me home. That's where I live.

West Virginia, Big Mountain Mama

Country road, take me home! ”

In beautiful, warm and even slightly “earthy” music, all the banner gangs were dressed in battle and armed.

Boss Goldtooth had three or five rounds of bullet chains wrapped around his chest, dozens of grenades hanging from his waist, and an airborne artillery cannon in his hand —— for Christ's sake, is he really human?

MAGA!

In the singing, the golden tooth shouted out loud and bleeding.

MAGA!

All the Citigroup are insane and insane.

The real battle has begun!

White deer have some regrets about their choice.

He found that the Goldtooth boss was simply a lunatic.

Earlier, when those temporarily captured a good number of slaves and recruits stormed, Goldtooth was deeply at the end, like a ruthless conspirator, and naturally kept the white deer safe.

But now, when it's the flag's turn to help their own people fight, this group of lords, “the boss of the boss”, don't rush to the front, not even in an armored car, but across the armored car's flare gun, holding that bloody flag, yelling “country road, take me home” “war song," haha laughing, "Ha - ha -" strange screaming, as if it were a tough, fearless cowboy, wondering whether the underground could still fly out of the new drone, blow up a lightning thunder.

Even the white deer had to sit in an armored car closest to him and tremble with his head Cesar, afraid that his life would be accidentally reimbursed with the Goldtooth boss.

But they finally burst into the ground with no obstruction along the way - the precision missile bombing just now did crush the defensive fire points deployed on the outskirts of "New Golden Mountain" all together into powder, and once they enter the chaotic alley warfare in the city, the high-end weapon power of the underground people will be minimized, while the demons' numerical advantage will be maxed.

They sang and poured bullets, crushing the burnt corpse and storming along the rugged slopes, quickly rushing from dozens of different slopes into "New Golden Mountain”.

Presenting a sophisticated and flourishing underground city in front of us, all demons can't believe their eyes.

The white deer had not seen the scenery outside, and the sober air pounded his head and hit Venus with tears.

“It turns out there's such a good smell in the world. ”

The white deer burst into tears, “There is no smell, no rust, even less acid rain and radiation sweetness, that is, the air, the purest air! ”

He's a little drunk.

The same goes for the soldiers around us.

Someone even cried, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The towns ahead are even more dazzling and unquenchable.

All demons have thought about underground cities countless times - decorating this paradise with the most gorgeous, luxurious scenes they can think of.

But real underground cities are a hundred times more gorgeous and extravagant than they think.

Not to mention scaly, automatic lighting, futuristic high-rise buildings.

Not to mention everywhere, planted with artificial gardens all over the city.

From time to time, a misty piece of water is sprayed across the pipeline, wasting the pure water that the demons see as life in the countless wilderness, just to bring a hint of coolness to the underground people.

So poor and luxurious!

So absurd!

So inhumane, so heinous, they can do it!

“See, these underground people would rather waste precious pure water than give us a life! ”

Boss Goldtooth yelled, "Then go ahead and take back what's ours with our bullets and slaughter knives! ”