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Brother Pip received a call from the depths of his genes, if the genetic material of Greenskin's mess that even animals and plants can't distinguish between animals and plants is really genes, in short, it is not an exception.

Deep in the northern wastelands, more than one of the Great Meadows felt the call, and of course those Big Mews might not be as clear as the images they saw, but they were enough to give them a whole bunch of weird inspiration.

So the Mao Federation players are blessed, so the New Huaxia players are blessed.

The whistling steel is supported by a few short legs with obvious advantages and disadvantages, and leaves a solid footprint on the wasteland at a speed slower than the green skin walking, these strange objects that say that tanks are not tanks, and that walking mechas are not walking mechas are driven by magic crystals, each of which is a limited edition built by hand, and even the energy circuit is different, each with its own shortcomings, and the high failure rate is terrible.

But the greenskins feel this thing Waaaagh walking from the bottom of their bones, and those big guys who are more than three meters tall would rather tear down the shells of these weird mechs than stuff their huge bodies into it.

And the boys who were supposed to operate these war machines were used as cushions under the butts of the big guys.

Even if a small mecha like the Great Skill Boss Sanling Wushen is prepared for the kids, it can't stop the enthusiasm of the greenskins, and thousands of kids are abandoned in the wilderness because of the ass in just one day.

The big techies can't control this kind of behavior at all, and the greenskins always have a chance to break the rules and have fun with it.

Along with the February Fortress, there is also the border of the Kingdom of Kislev, and the players of the Mao Federation do not try to expose themselves to the defense line for reasons such as glory and blood, but every year the Greenskins will regard the direction of the Kingdom of Kislev as the main breakthrough, which is a habit formed for thousands of years.

"Babaev, give me a slap in the face and see if I'm dreaming!" A sentry hiding in the cordon tried to drag his sleeping companion beside him, and just yesterday the two of them got a bottle of high-purity spirits, and had a Mao-style drink, but this morning the wine did not wake up.

He felt as if he had seen a strange army of greenskins on the distant horizon.

Babaev, who was asleep, opened his eyes, did not hesitate to fulfill the wish of his companion, and slapped him in the face with a loud slap: "Yakov, haven't you woken up yet, trying to make me laugh?" How could such a request be made? ”

"Damn, report to the top, the Greenskin invasion has begun!" Yakov straightened his crooked hat and stumbled out of the outpost, where only the two players were active, and in order to prevent accidents in the player's communication system, a beacon was prepared in the center of the outpost, which emitted thick black smoke when burning.

Yakov lit the fuel in the beacon: "It's time for us to go, Babaev, this time the greenskins are equipped with tanks!" ”

Babaev leaned on the wall and looked at it, and the vertigo from the hangover disappeared completely, and he saw the group of greenskins helping the tanks to turn and aim at his side.

"Let's go! Walk! Walk! Babaev jumped out of the outpost in disbelief and dragged Yakov all the way west.

Soon, the two of them heard the sound of Greenskin's cannon.

"I think we ran early." Yakov stood three hundred and fifty meters west of the outpost and watched as the sporadic shells fell around the outpost, but they did not fall in the outpost.

"Remember when they first played with muskets?" Babaev did not underestimate the green monsters: "In the beginning, many of them used muskets as clubs, and sometimes they could kill themselves or their own people. ”

"I know they're quick learners in this area." Yakov stopped talking, because two shells hit the inside of the outpost solidly, blowing the improvised fence apart.

"Alert Post 3 spotted a medium-sized group of greenskins with something like a tank in their hands." Babaev sent two messages in a row in an attempt to draw attention to the above, and he quickly realized that he had done useless work.

The beacon signal along their outpost, like a growing fiery snake, burned all the way to the rear.

This year's green disaster is ahead of schedule!

Babaev and Yakov looked at each other, and this was not good news for them.

Unlike the New Huaxia who took over the aboriginal empire smoothly, the rise of the Mao Federation was pressed into a mud pit from the very beginning.

The ruler of the Kingdom of Kislev was keenly aware of the existence and intentions of the players, and directly took the lead in the rebellion, preferring to split the Kingdom of Kislev in half rather than give in, and the entire Kingdom of Kislev was drawn into a brutal civil war.

This war was fought from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, no matter which side did not take advantage, behind the female tsar stood a double-digit legendary powerhouse, and the kingdom of Kislev, which had been fighting with the green skins for many years, had a great advantage in legendary power, and the existence of these legendary powerhouses made the numerical advantage of the players come to naught, and the two sides could only crawl and roll in the quagmire of war.

If it weren't for the fact that the New Huaxia people broke through a supply line in the northern wasteland a while ago, the Mao Federation players would not even be able to support the aborigines in their own territory.

There is no way, most of the territory of the Kingdom of Kislev belongs to the northern wasteland, and there is almost no grass, so the people here are fierce, and every household is rich in hunters.

The two sides of the civil war have agreed that when the Green Plague comes, they will temporarily truce to resist the invasion of the Green Skins, and then fight their own war after the Green Plague.

The Kingdom of Kislev has not been without civil strife in its history, but they have left behind the tradition from the very beginning, and all civil wars must make way for wars against the Green Plague.

And now, the green disaster is ahead of schedule, just when the two sides have just reached an agreement on this matter, the timing is too coincidental, neither the Mao Federation nor the Kislev aboriginal forces are ready to deal with the green disaster.

The food prepared for the warriors has not yet been collected, the previous war consumed a lot of stockpiled food, weapons and armor, and the two sides did not agree on the logistics route, and even the defense area was not divided in detail, so the war came so suddenly.

Mao Federation can only rely on his own strength to withstand the pressure temporarily, and at the same time pray that the female tsar behind him will not take advantage of the God-given opportunity to give them a set of righteous backstabs at this time.

Fortunately, the female tsar is a very charismatic person, she kept her promise, not only did not fall into the ground, but also promoted and allocated a large number of logistics supplies to the front line of the confrontation between the two sides.

The dawn of an end to the civil war seemed imminent.