Mo Duo rubbed the crystal saber in his hand. The cold scales and the hot blade collided together, almost burning his flesh and blood. However, the chief felt the pain but did not find it unbearable. He felt that the ancestors
Along with the burning pain, the power was transmitted into his body.
This saber was smelted from the tribe's treasure, the legendary "Fire Scale Sword" and high-carbon crystal from an alien planet. So Moduo named it "Fire Scale Sword Strong".
There is no way, as the bravest tribal chief among the sand people, he really hasn't read many books. We have to understand.
In addition, the so-called tribal treasure "Fire Scale Knife" is actually a large piece of naturally formed iron containing a certain amount of obsidian fragments, but Chief Modo firmly disagrees with this statement.
This is a treasure given to the Sand People and the Red Lake Tribe by the gods and ancestral spirits! It represents the courage and glory of the Sand People! It is destined to become an artifact shared by all Sand People.
The co-leader of the Sand People... What a glorious goal that is! What a sacred future! What a glorious moment that is! That will be the era of the Sand People! And I will lead this era!
Mo Duo felt a heat in his heart, as if the heat was transferred 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 dream.
"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 charioteers among the speed dragon knights shouted, raising their rifles and spears high.
The War Chief looked at the tank with satisfaction, and also saw with satisfaction the bulletproof armor on his elite guards, the "Blood Lake Guards". Although he hates earthlings, all humanoids, and even all extraterrestrial visitors, he also
It must be admitted that their weapons are really good. It is precisely because he now has twenty tanks, five thousand elite soldiers armed with rifles and crystal sabers, and a thousand elite riders and mounts equipped with alien defense armor.
"Blood Lake Guards" now had the voice to speak in the lords' meeting, and also had the confidence to directly attack Tulong Port.
Those scaleless short-nosed monkeys are just relying on the strength of their boats and their cannons! Now that I have their weapons, why do I have to wait for those cowardly losers who have settled in the city-state to be ready?
I will bloodbath this human city! Let their skulls become the steps to my throne!
The great chief adjusted his special defensive armor again, and then 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 long gun on his back and a handle in his hand.
The long-handled saber 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 a soup with human blood! Ravage! Warriors of Nuwa!"
The sand people riding velociraptors mixed with the roaring tanks began to accelerate. Not only the powerful "tribal faction" like Chief Moduo, but also the sand people who launched the charge at the same time, there were more than ten tribes.
One hundred thousand riders formed a flood and surged to all sides of Tulong Port.
Of course, it is unknown how much confusion there was. 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 bumped into each other during the advance.
The sand people shot and threatened on the dragon's back but killed one of their own. The tank advanced and crushed the cavalry next to it. The above happened countless times. But anyway, after more than ten minutes of charging, Chief Moduo
With his son and a small number of guards, he finally rushed to the gate of Tulong and saw the hemispherical light curtain covering the entire city.
At this time, he himself couldn't find the commander under his command, but the chief was not worried at all. After all, weren't he surrounded by tribesmen who were armed with live ammunition anyway?
We alone have more warriors than all the humans in the city, how can we lose? Just rush in!
The great 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. The Sand People's collaborators had said that that kind of shield could not stop people at all, so everyone just
Just drill through it.
"Go through that light curtain and fire!" the chief shouted 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 a "Duang" sound was heard. The gun barrel had already hit Chief Modo who was riding the highest target and had the largest target.
The great chief lay on the ground, bruised 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 also completely stunned. The chariot
Without realizing it, keep moving 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 defensive firepower in the city also began to show its power, creating various explosions in the dense enemy group. Every blooming flame flower can kill more than ten people.
The sand people warriors turned 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 up half of his father's body, only to find that only the other half was left.
His upper body 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 slightly tremblingly tapped his son's forehead.
"Fight, for Nuwa..." The great chief left his last words and died just like that.
Tutu hugged his father's half body and sat blankly on the spot. Explosions erupted around him, and energy and physical bullets passed by him, but miraculously they did not hurt him.
After a while, he slowly came back to his senses and closed his father's eyelids with trembling. He held the "Fire Scale Sword Qiang" and stared at his father's body on the same spot with grief and indignation on his face. For several minutes
Finally, he withdrew his eyes and looked at Tulong 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 he could see was the constant light spots.
The flickering, always followed by the sound of piercing the air and the sky-high explosion fire, were like the bloodthirsty eyes of terrifying beasts, hidden in the shadows, but always able to crazily devour the lives of the sand people.
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 did not 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 already prepared and sent all his most proud disciples. The famous wind fist is quite popular among the sand people.
Then the Awakened One of the God of War appeared in front of the defeated troops, and swung an eye of wind with his fist, sucking dozens of fleeing sand people together and turning them into a ball of flesh and blood.
However, even with psykers in charge, it took the various sand people lords a day and a night to finally get their troops to settle down. By this time, even the most radical chiefs knew that without heavy artillery,
, even if another million-strong army comes, there will be nothing that can be done against that human city.
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 full of anger towards 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? It can also produce military batteries? Ah, because it is delivered to the Governor's Mansion
Sponsored? If such words were put in the Navy, let’s see if they would be shot!”
"Why can those four fortress laser cannons only target 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.
Only against the empty ones?”
Eleanor looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless and choked. She didn't want to look good on anyone, so she just 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 want to congratulate me on my victory, then don't say anything." Eleanor continued to play with her whip and responded lukewarmly.
"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 furrowed: "Captain Winter? There is 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 had also made contact with the remaining soldiers at the No. 12 Guard 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.