At 11:12 p.m., Tie Luo, the sandman patriarch who was sitting on a large spear and fast dragon, closed his eyes and recuperated, received the news that his exploration team that had entered the military station had been sent to the sky by the thunderbolt.

The Sandman Chief twitched his alligator-like nose in exasperation, and fed his mount the remnants of the expedition who had returned with a report of serious injuries. It was a swift dragon king, almost comparable in size to the prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex of Earth. It opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the wounded soldier who was so frightened that he couldn't even scream in three strokes and two strokes, but it snapped its mouth again, looking unpalatable.

The black-scaled Tiero chieftain, of course, who had always claimed to be the king, kicked over a shivering yellow-scaled servant next to him, and then stepped forward and whipped him with an electric whip.

All the red-scaled and yellow-scaled sandfolks beside him didn't dare to come out for a moment, except for the green-scaled sandman leaning on the chariot and wearing an empire-style armored helmet, watching all this with great interest.

Chief Tieluo knew that he had only half a life left for the servant lying on the ground, so he did his best a little, and couldn't help but glance at the armored helmet that the other party was leaning on the chariot, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Fake alien devil, if I didn't still point at you to drive the chariot, I would have killed you now!" The craftsman in the green skin, seeing my noble black, still dares to sit? ”

He didn't know, and the other party also held the "It's just a barbarian slave owner, who has never seen the sea of stars and has never bathed in the light of civilization, ignorant and ignorant, arrogant, and arrogant, I really don't know where the superiority comes from." ”

Yes, it is difficult for progressives like the Captain of the Green Scale Chariot who have had a "higher education" to see the world overseas as their own.

Although these five chariots were bought by Chief Tieluo himself, the chariot captain was a "civilized person" trained by the secret training camp of the "collaborators", who had mastered the skills of chariot driving, cultivation, military communications, and gunnery, and could also speak fluent galactic lingua franca. He, a "barbarous slave-owning chieftain," could not command them at all.

"I warned you a long time ago. Now that the earthlings have abandoned their base, there is no way that there is anything left to use. The chariot captain said in a playful tone, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a tramp scavenging the waste.

"Hmph, even a dead hairless monkey corpse is useful! I'm going to hang their heads on the flagpole and keep their bodies to feed the dogs!" ”

"So the ten-man squad plus their Speedy Dragon mounts were sent to the sky along with the traps left by the earthlings! You didn't get anything, and you lost a lot before you could reach the enemy! The chariot captain said, "Tie Luo Gong, we are the experts in combat, please accept our advice next time, how about it?" ”

Chief Tieluo glanced at the other party without yin or yang, and suddenly drew his knife in his hand, and immediately cut the servant lying on the ground into two: "Well, I feel much more comfortable now." ”

Sure enough, it's a hopeless barbarian slave owner! The chariot captain looked at the dead servant with some pity and sighed with emotion. He didn't expect that he was also part of the barbarian tribe before he received "higher education".

To save the sandmen, to win our independence and freedom, we cannot rely on these slave owners and nomadic chiefs. Or rather, they are more hateful than humans! Only those of us who have seen the vast world are the backbone of the nation! After this campaign, it is time to seriously think about the future of the nation. We have to wrest power from these fools and establish a unified government, a new school and an army...... Well, then I can retire and find a school to teach astronomy to my children. This is the first lesson for everyone to learn about the world, and it is also my favorite thing to do!

The chariot captain pondered about the future of the herd with concern for the country and the people, and then heard the chief of Tieluo say in a loud voice: "Go, the hairless monkeys can't run far!" ”

Under the chieftain's order, more than forty horsemen, plus five chariots with a strong sense of stitching, quickly advanced in the direction of the mountains to the north.

The combination of vehicles and cavalry sounds like a combination full of slots, and I always feel that I can't run much faster than the two-legged light infantry. But in fact, this seemingly nondescript team moved quite quickly, and in only an hour, the northern peaks could be seen.

It must be admitted that although Chief Tieluo is a prehistoric chief with a caste mind, his judgment is still accurate. The Panther with its earth-made batteries couldn't run fast at all, and the heat and smell left behind were all the more obvious. In addition, the spear speed dragon, the main mount of these sandfolk warriors, is not only sensitive to smell but also senses heat sources, making it the best pursuer. Moreover, this group of animals that are somewhat similar to the carnivorous dinosaurs of the prehistoric era of the earth are extremely fast, full of physical strength, able to pounce, bite and gnaw, and wear a rather thick scale armor, which can almost be regarded as perfect predators.

It is a terrestrial creature that can compete with a vehicle for long distances, and it is also a large predator, which is really unscientific if it is placed on Earth, but after all, it is understandable that this is an alien planet far away from the Milky Way.

So, in just over an hour, the group had already arrived at the bottom of the mountain. The chief could even see the mountain in its entirety, like the head of a terrifying round-faced beast that had chosen to devour people.

Chief Tieluo hesitated, then waved everyone to stop, ready to have a few more scouts go up and check it out. However, when he was about to take the roll call, all the red-scaled and yellow-scaled sandmen shrank behind the tank, and no one dared to show their heads.

The chief was furious, and just as he was about to drag two more slaves to feed his mount, the captain of the chariot had already crawled out of the clamshell on the top, and said, "The gentleman sent over there has made it clear that this group of hairless monkeys has suffered heavy losses!" Everyone is wounded, and there are only weakly armored personnel carriers, and we have five tanks, which is overwhelming! They can't be our opponents! The frightened earthlings should have fled into the mountains by now. ”

Chief Tieluo felt that this made more sense, the giant speed dragon under his crotch had been a little restless since just now, and it was obvious that he could smell the aroma of his favorite food—this big guy had eaten people, and he especially liked the taste.

Obviously, the team of deserters of the hairless monkey should be very close to him.

"Ready to go out of the ......" As soon as Tie Luo opened his mouth, he seemed to hear a sound that broke through the air, and before he could react, he saw the head of the captain of the chariot team turn into a mass of flesh and blood, splashing his face.

The dragons and the sandmen were in chaos, and even the drivers and gunners of the vehicles were in chaos. As for the chieftain himself, for almost half a minute was in a state of confusion.

After a while, the rest of the charioteers subconsciously opened fire in front of them. The ion beam slammed into the mountains in the distance, killing not a single enemy except for a pile of falling rocks. The only good thing is that the pale blue halo finally brings a hint of brightness to the dark night, and although it is far less than a professional flare, it still allows the sighted sandmen to barely see the enemy's tracks. But I saw a few figures burrowing into a canyon at the bottom of the mountain in a panic, and then disappeared without a trace.

The canyon was not very spacious, and it was inconspicuous in the steep rolling hills, and even in the daytime, it would not be possible to find it if you did not go out of your way to look for it, but if you looked closely, it should still be enough for chariots and speed dragons to pass.

"Kill those hairless monkeys! I want their heads to be drunk! Tieluo Khan roared, wearing the composite armor he had obtained from the "collaborator", carrying a large sword made of high-carbon crystal more than two meters long, and took the lead in riding his huge speed dragon and a horse ah, no, a dragon.

This is the case with the nomadic leaders of the city-states with abundant martial virtues, whose own strength and courage can determine prestige, so they must also be heroic!

Naturally, the charioteers and sandmen followed. The former still had some hesitation, but the captain died for a while and didn't know who could still call the shots. Although they have received professional training in armored troops, their professionalism is limited after all, and they are really far from the word "elite".

In this way, the sandmen plunged headlong into the canyon with hot heads, and in a few minutes they were crushed into a long snake formation by the objective terrain. The head of the snake is naturally the brave and incomparable chief of Tieluo, and the snake tail is the most cautious yellow-scaled sand people, and he also rides the skinniest speed dragon, looking ready to escape at any time...... Oh, he couldn't run away, and a boulder that fell from the sky out of nowhere smashed him and his rider squarely, and he was flattened on the spot. And the tumbling boulder completely blocked their way back.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Mines buried in the canyon – not actually professional anti-armor mines but modified grenades – still create considerable damage and confusion in such a narrow environment. The driver twisted his direction to avoid the explosion, crashed headlong into the mountain wall, or rear-ended the tank in front of him, or crushed his own man riding the dragon. Such a thing suddenly formed a chain reaction that collapsed the whole army.

The charioteers wanted to counterattack, but they didn't even know where the enemy was, and the elevation angle of the cannon could not be raised so high. A few heroic ones opened the flap and tried to operate the cannon, but they were attacked by the dense fire from both sides.

As for Chief Tieluo...... He and his huge speed dragon had been bombarded by the dense barrage at the head, and the flesh and blood of the two corpses were blurred together, and the whole thing was not embarrassed.

"Rush!" An impassioned voice vaguely came through the canyon, but was interrupted by a louder voice.

"I'm heading at you! If there's one that moves, keep shooting for me! ”

The sandmen were desperate, but they could only blindly shoot at the surrounding dodge, and the action of shooting made Yu Lian instantly think of the mysterious vast land known as the birthplace of mankind in his hometown, and couldn't help but look at Sergeant Youyou who yelled "rush" just now.

The big black man shrank his head, trying to disguise himself as a killing machine with no emotion, and was preoccupied with shooting at the enemies in the canyon.

The shooting action is very standard, so the hit rate is also good, much more professional than his compatriots in the vast and mysterious continent.

Well, it's really a bit homesick. Why don't I set a small goal for myself, go home or something?

Yu Lian sat back and watched all the movable sandfolks be knocked to the ground. It was only then that the soldiers with power armor slowly emerged from the ambush and cautiously approached the chariot. As Yu Lian had asked in advance, they refilled the wailing sandmen and athlons on the ground, and then lifted the roof of the immobile tanks and threw a grenade directly into them. After repeating this four times, the last tank let out a cry, and several green-scaled sandmen crawled out and surrendered on their knees.

So, at less than 3 a.m. on November 14, the soldiers of Station 12 ended their fifth battle in three days.

But this time, they had zero casualties.