On this night, too many things subvert Vlasov's normal perception.

He never thought that a normal person could walk onto the battlefield with tons of weapons and equipment, nor did he think that anyone could carry the heavy tower shield he made.

As for those killed fighting corpses... Vlasov admitted that some things are indeed true. Legends are legends after all, and as long as bullets penetrate their bodies, they will still hurt.

That's it now.

Overcoming his inner fear, Vlasov jumped off the armored off-road vehicle and rushed towards a dark shadow rushing from the front.

It was a ferocious corpse that was originally hidden on the wall but now wanted to escape.

The headlights of the two off-road vehicles shot straight, illuminating it's body higher than the normal person's body and its grayish-white skin. Vlasov held the assault rifle in both hands and strided across the snow, accelerating like a tiger locking in prey, hitting it directly, knocking the unexpectedly aggressive corpse backwards, and finally losing balance and falling to the ground with four legs facing the sky.

Vlasov was cunning, and he replaced his shoulder with a hard assault rifle stock. The corpse screamed, rolled on the ground for several rounds, struggling to stand up.

He won't give this monster any chance.

The assault rifle was equipped with a light lamp, and the bright light column locked the ferocious corpse. Although it was very fast, rolling and crawling quickly, the pain caused by the impact made it uncomfortable, and its face was filled with anger and hideousness. Vlasov didn't care about that much, aimed directly and pulled the trigger, and a short shot pierced the ferocious corpse's neck, then hit the head. The ferocious corpse suddenly fell down on the snow as if it was electric shocked, blood flowed out of its neck, entering the final painful struggle, and it was also a state of twitching that was completely controlled by the nerves.

Vlasov had been a soldier and his battlefield intuition was much sharper than that of ordinary people. After shooting this evil corpse, he immediately turned to the side: there was another evil corpse there, which had been shot in the thigh by Cao Xinneng's heavy machine gun, curled up in the dark corner of the corner of the wall to breathe. It was clear that one side was going to fail, and the biggest problem now was to ensure safety. The evil corpse had been hiding there without moving, but Vlasov, however, saw a gray-white skin with his extraordinary eyesight under the aimless illumination of the headlights.

“It’s there!”

"Catch it!"

"No, just kill it!"

The red flag was so obvious that the evil corpse, which could no longer hide its traces, rushed out of the corner. The shot thigh was bleeding, and it could only jump in the snow like a kangaroo.

Vlasov used no gun this time. He grinned, pulled out the fighting knife, chased after the hunter's footsteps, and swung the knife from behind to cut off the neck of the ferocious corpse. Its head fell down, and its headless body fell to the other side. When the head and the corpse fell, the snow on the ground had been dyed red with blood, and a large part was melting.

The battle ends in a few minutes.

The "Raging Thunder" people cleaned the battlefield one after another and occupied various important positions in the torch arsenal. The collapsed warning tower is being rebuilt, and the damaged heavy machine guns and direct-aid artillery have also been moved away. They have been replaced with new weapons. If Cao Xin had not been able to attract firepower in front and knock out these huge lethal guys as soon as possible, the attacking party would have suffered huge losses.

Cao Xinneng inserted the heavy tower shield straight to the ground, unbuttoned the leather bag of the ammunition barrel on his chest, turned around, and sat on it to rest.

The battle was not as intense as imagined. The army did not work for the fierce corpse in vain. In addition, the Torch Arsenal was large in area, and although it was only focused on defending this narrow area, the fierce corpse was not the opponent of "Raging Thunder" at all.

Vlasov ran to Cao Xinneng like a child, his eyes flashing with admiration: "What should we do next?"

He has now completely obeyed Cao Xinneng and is full of indescribable admiration.

Vlasov even believed that if there was really a God in this world, then Cao Xinneng must have muscles all over his body, just like a human-shaped killing machine forged by steel and iron bones. This guy is simply powerful and doesn't look like a human. God knows where his terrible power comes from. Well... muscles must be muscles. Even the male symbols under him are full of muscles, and they can only become hard through congestion.

The fierce battle stimulated the blood circulation to accelerate. Cao Xinneng sweated heavily, so he simply untied his coat, opened his chest in the snow and ice, revealing his plump and stretched muscles. The thick tendons under the skin seemed to be densely packed with tree roots, and the bulge was so high that it was terrifying.

He was not showing off on purpose, but this practice received unexpected benefits, including Vlasov. All those who saw this scene couldn't help but feel afraid, and at the same time they also developed a mentality of admiration for him.

O'Neal kept watching the game from behind, and he drove an off-road vehicle after the gunfire completely subsided. He jumped out of the cab, ran to Cao Xinneng in two steps, and hurriedly handed over a cigar, cut off the end with the cigar, and turned on the lighter very attentively.

After following Vlasov for a long time, Cao Xinneng also learned to smoke cigars. However, this kind of thing is not large in quantity and is expensive. However, with his current identity, there is no need to worry about money.

"Now arrange for personnel to clean up and guard."

Looking at O'Neal and Vlasov standing in front of him, Cao Xinneng took a deep breath with a very comfortable look and issued an order in an unquestionable tone.

"Ensure that the power system is supplied normally and all faulty machinery are repaired as soon as possible. We don't have much time and we must produce enough weapons and ammunition to arm 3,000 people before other gangs pay attention to it."

"Heavy combat vehicles and armed helicopters must be put into production as soon as possible. We need heavy firepower and air support. Hehehehe! Wars cannot be done by just running and jumping on the ground. If possible, build me a 105mm caliber assault rifle that can carry and fire."

Of course, this last sentence is a joke. However, it is half true and half false. With Cao Xinneng's current evolution level, if there is such a weapon in the world, he can operate it completely.

“In addition, our biggest problem is food.”

As he said that, Cao Xinneng turned his gaze to O'Neal standing diagonally opposite: "I'm afraid you have to tell your boss that from tomorrow, the food supply I need will double. The food type cannot be too monotonous. You can't give me food every time, including daleba and potatoes. You have to change something else, such as bacon and sausage, sauerkraut and vodka. The young men under my command are all great, they can beat and beat them, and I have to be responsible for them, at least let them have a few good meals."

O'Neal smiled bitterly on his thin face.

To be honest, Cao Xinneng has a lot of requirements.

According to the cooperation agreement signed by "Rage Thunder" and the boxing arena, after occupying this arsenal, the weapons produced will be given priority to satisfy the "Rage Thunder" gang, and the remaining part will be left to the underground boxing arena to handle.

This is an exchange and an indispensable cooperation.

Although Cao Xinneng is very powerful, he can never change the fact that he is an outsider. Although he integrated Vlasov's gang and led this "Raging Thunder" team to build an arsenal, he still lacks stable logistical support.

He has to work with others.

Building an army requires all aspects of the problem.

To be fair, Cao Xinneng doesn't like this place. It's too cold and remote, and the small population makes people feel panicked.

It’s better to have your own country. Especially the appearance of these people, their white skin is always as good as yellow skin.

But no matter what, these people are very good at fighting, and with a little training, they are all very good fighters.

"It's too late today. I want to see enough vodka in the supply supplies and the red cabbage soup in the supply supplies."

Cao Xinneng patted O'Neal on the shoulder hard, regardless of whether he was frowning at the other party, shouted with a loud sound: "I have to let my brothers have a good meal, this is the reward you deserve!"

All the gang members present applauded this sentence and burst into thunderous cheers.

...

Liu Tianming has figured out the basic situation of his area.

This place is located in the northwest of Urumqi, and the north is Usu City for more than 30 kilometers.

The offspring constantly brings back new prey.

Most of them are ferocious corpses, and a small number of animals. There are wild goats and cows that I don’t know where to get them.

All 108 sub-body bodies have been hatched, and they have grown into normal shapes. They are all standard bodies with a height of 1.5 meters and tall and thin figures. These sub-body bodies are thin, with a hunched back, but the proportion of their hands is very long, and the joints of their legs are also very strangely bent, looking like enlarged versions of monkeys.

The child body has a very weak concept of clothes, and being naked is obviously more convenient for them to move. If it were not for the arrival of winter, they must ensure that their bodies lose their ability to move in a severe cold environment, and they would not think of entering the clothing store in the city.

Loose sweatshirts are suitable for them, but all the bodies are unwilling to wear shoes. Their foot skin is half a centimeter thick and has strong toughness, which is equivalent to a pair of super sneakers they come with. The extraordinary agility and flexibility ensure the hunting effect: starting from the first batch of three evil corpses brought back, they brought more than 400 evil corpses to Liu Tianming.

In addition, the most prey is the mice. The child is extremely skilled in catching mice. This work can be carried out at night, and the child can also eat and replenish energy. Under normal circumstances, each child can catch more than twenty mice every night.

After the first snowfall this winter, Liu Tianming and his children encountered their first trouble.

There is not much food.
Chapter completed!