At noon on the second day, when the firewood in the camp was burned, the hot rice porridge was turned up in the pot, and the tent, which had not been moving for a long time, finally opened the crack.

Due to the imbalance of the damaged limbs, Yun Mo walked with a little lameness, and his shriveled wrists and ankles were exposed on the outside, looking very terrible.

"Yun Mo!" He Zijin hurriedly stepped forward, trying to prop up her body, but who knew that Yun Mo's left hand was tilted, gently slapped her hand away, and continued to limp forward.

"I'm not wasted, I don't need support." Yun Mo said lightly, "When I become the second Bafman one day, it's not too late for you to help me."

He Zijin sighed helplessly, Yun Mo was too stubborn in her bones, not to mention that she would not show weakness on weekdays, but now that everyone was present, she would not show the slightest weakness. Even though she was seriously injured and looked worse than Xiao Chen, her momentum seemed to be heavier than before.

"Major Cloud." Major General Debang took the lead in making a statement, and asked gently and politely, "I hope you will take over the next matters."

He was an acquaintance, and when he saw Yun Mo waving He Zijin's hand without a trace, he clearly knew that he couldn't mention half of her body in front of Yun Mo.

A minefield that even He Zijin can't touch, unless he wants to disgust her, otherwise, it's better to keep his mouth shut. Debang just got Yun Mo's blue eyes, and he didn't dare to guarantee how long this favor would last.

Therefore, he treats Yun Mo as usual, even if the current state of this major is not much better than that of Bafman, but for Yun Mo's military spirit, he admires it from the bottom of his heart.

After all, being able to fight back against dragons and defend your teammates is not something anyone can do!

"How many people are here?" Yun Mo's gaze swept over the crowd gathered on the beach, and frowned. Are you halfway there?"

"Yes." Major General Debang calmly stated, "All the consuls were present, and the youngest special forces in the unit were left behind. According to yesterday's temporary rule, if we die in the sea, they must immediately return by plane, without retaliation, without turning back, and flee as quickly as possible. Never come back."

Yun Mo nodded. "You're doing a great job."

Those in high positions made sacrifices worthy of their status, and bought time for the survival of their juniors, even if they did die on the battlefield yesterday. It's not in vain to be a soldier.

"It's our job." "The Germanic nation will not retreat, my mother taught me that since I chose to be a soldier. The battlefield is the destination."

Yun Mo Jaw, for this Debang Major General. She's kind of important.

A junior who will look at his face, show loyalty, and respect his own position, although he has some nationalist spirit, can be regarded as a qualified cultivable object.

Even if he doesn't have any special abilities, he is only the best among ordinary people. But who is sure that he will be a mortal for the rest of his life?

The evolution of mankind is the general trend, and the end of the world has begun in May. The virus contained in the human body should also be at its limit. I think in the second half of the year, and even in the future, more and more supernatural beings will be born. In addition, the group of supernatural people will tend to be younger and younger.

Yun Mo walked to the center of the camp and found a place to sit down casually, Alice naturally sat beside her, holding a dark purple flame in one hand to melt a palm-sized scale armor into liquid, and with the other hand, he scooped Dong Chongcheng's steel rod and skillfully quenched the liquid.

The purple fire quickly brushed over the body of the stick, and after only a small stroke, the stick completely turned into a high-temperature liquid. The clumps of black and iron-colored impurities were removed from the body of the stick by Alice, and they were the alien scale armor that was first created.

As if by magic, the liquid was stretched and condensed into a stick shape, and then the blue dragon scale armor was covered with it, and the hands quickly intertwined into a dazzling texture.

This is the same forging technique as the rhyme, the product of the void, and there is no semicolon for this one.

Yun Mo quietly watched Alice finish the mold of the stick in just five minutes, and then mixed a lot of alien scale armor and heavy metal, and by the final stage, a stick that was hot red had already taken shape.

"Huh-" Her fingertips moved slightly, and a large patch of cold water instantly enveloped the shape of the stick.

One is extremely hot, the other is extremely cold, and under the touch of the two, the stick cools and solidifies rapidly, steadily showing a burst of "great instrument beginning" power.

Alice pulled the stick and shook it gently, shaking the cold ice slag to the ground, and when the water vapor dissipated, a gray stick about two meters four long appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It looks very quaint, low-key, and inconspicuous, except for the sharp cone thorn on the head of the stick twice and the intricate pattern at the end of the stick body, it seems that there is no attraction anymore. In addition, the stick is still the most gloomy gray, but I am afraid that once it is lost in the arsenal, it will not be found in ten years.

However, Dong Chongcheng was very happy, he excitedly took the stick from Alice's hand, and for the first time showed the frank side of an eighteen-year-old boy, he actually thanked Alice in unskilled English one after another, completely forgetting the fact that Jì could speak Chinese.

It wasn't until Fujiwara Kane's eyes couldn't see it and gave him a limp that he realized that he had made a joke.

"Really! Three hundred kilograms! Dong Chongcheng waved the stick with a little difficulty, with a joyful smile on his face, "It's a little heavier, but it's very handy!" It's been a long time since I've met a stick dancing so hard! "

The weight of 300 kilograms is equivalent to 600 kilograms, and the specific example of 600 kilograms is like three domestic pigs raised in the countryside.

Dong Chongcheng is a single-parent peasant child, and the peasant child pays attention to strength, but whenever he thinks that he can carry 600 catties of meat with one hand, he wants to immediately go back to the base to get a piece of land to farm and plant rice and raise pigs

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Obviously, the simple child couldn't hide his words, so he told Fujiwara Kanichi what he thought in his heart, but he didn't expect to get the support of the other party.

Fujiwara Kanichi grew up in Japan, and due to the small size of Japan's land and lack of materials, he also developed the concept that the Japanese value the world of food. As a result, the two really hit it off, and they both held the weapons they had just acquired and drew them on the sand, pondering how much wilderness they would reclaim.

"With my current ability, ten acres of land in one morning is no problem, I want to make a pigsty on the edge of the field, catch some mutant piglets and domesticate them."

"The land in China is vast, and it is a waste to use it to grow food, and fruit trees also need it. Mutant plants are a good choice, they are fierce but they bear fruit quickly and can meet the supply of the base."

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The future large granary of the "Glory" base is being sketched out in a few words from the two of them, of course, what they say at this time, no one takes it seriously.

Only Yun Mo and Alice turned their heads to look at the two of them, and sighed in unison, they still have brains.

It's good to know about sustainable exhibitions...... Save yourself from starving to death. If they still need to guide them in farming, it will really turn the world upside down.

"What is the strength of He Zijin's arm?" Alice asked, "Bow and whip, heavy metal or light material?"

"She has weak limbs, and she is still practicing chopping ten kilograms of rocks, and her progress is slow." Yun Mo said, "Light material is the best, she is not a rough man, and it is inconvenient to run away with heavy metal."

Alice nodded, her round nails gently scratching the dragon's faded soft skin, and in three or two strokes she pulled out a milky white strip.

This soft skin, which is almost invulnerable to human beings, has been ripped off by Alice so lightly, which feels ...... It's like watching a little ant run over a Tyrannosaurus rex!

"Red ......" Yun Mo looked at the delicate layer of oil applied to Alice's nails and said, "It seems that you fit into this character very well, very woman."

"Necessary." Alice replied, "This is not a simple nail polish, it is a highly toxic vegetable oil, it will melt when it encounters the saliva enzymes of any living being, it is very toxic, and humans will die within a minute after ingestion, and the pus and ulcers all over the body will die."

Yun Mo: "......"

"Then your lips are red......"

"Same thing." Alice laughs, "However, this vegetable oil also has limitations, and if it encounters a species with excellent immunity, it will also be treated as general toxicity."

"It's like the alien species you deliberately cultivated, if they really fused with your genetic venom, the toxins I carry on my body can only be regarded as pediatrics." Alice tore the soft leather into thinner strips and continued, "How many aliens will be left after this screening?"

Yun Mo's eyes deepened slightly, and he said: "One thousand is the base, and they are all the elites of the elite."

Alice gathered together twenty-eight pieces of soft leather that weighed more than five meters, continued to tear them neatly into threads, and then quickly weaved them: "The Empress will breed the next generation of mutants, and their gestation dates will be shorter."

"Well, three generations, or four generations." Yun Mo rubbed the corners of his forehead and said, "When the war in Australia is over, the soft skin division will be awarded to the soldiers who are strong. Of course, if you have time, it will be more sincere to make a few vests."

She did not bring up the matter of the present soft skin, because she could not trust enough of the current kingdoms to have enough trust and high hope.

She wouldn't give the soft skin as a cabbage until the results they presented to her didn't meet the requirements, because by doing so, they would not only not cherish it, but they would ask for more.

For example, bring one for comrades-in-arms at home, one for relatives and friends, and one for the research institute......

Only through the experience of blood and fire will they value these things in exchange for their lives, so that they will not throw it away like garbage, after all, this is their fight and glory in Australia, something that no military rank can match.

Moreover, it will also give them a sense of belonging and identification with her, and after believing that the things she gives are the highest glory of a soldier, the convenience of her future affairs is endless. (To be continued)