Moduo rubbed his hand against the crystal saber in his hand, the cold scales and the blazing spine colliding with each other, almost burning his flesh. However, the Great Chief felt the pain but did not feel unbearable, and he felt that the power of his ancestors had entered his body with the fiery pain.

This saber is smelted with the Horde's treasure, the legendary "Firescale Knife", and high-carbon crystals from Alien. As a result, Mo Duo named it "Fire Scale Knife Strong".

No way, as the most courageous tribal chief among the sandmen, he really hasn't read a few books. We want to understand that.

In addition, the so-called tribal treasure "Fire Scale Knife" is actually a large naturally formed iron piece containing a certain amount of obsidian fragments, but Chief Moduo resolutely refuses to admit this claim.

This is the treasure that the gods and ancestral spirits have given to the sand people and the Red Lake tribe! It represents the courage and glory of the sandmen! It is destined to become an artifact for all the sand people.

O co-lord of the sandfolk...... What a glorious goal! What a holy future! What a glorious moment it was! That will be the time of the sandmen! And I'm going to lead this era!

Mo Duo felt a heat in his heart, as if it was hot from his hands to his body. He knew he was a little floating, but he also knew that once he took the human city in front of him, then all of the above was not just a dream.

"Ready? My warriors? The Great Chief, who was riding on an oversized spear dragon, shouted loudly.

"For Nuwa!" The Sandfolk Knights, uh, and the charioteers in the midst of the Dragoon Knights, their rifles and spears raised and roared.

The Great Chief looked at the tank with satisfaction, and also saw with satisfaction the bulletproof armor on his elite guards, those "Blood Lake Guards". Although he hated the earthlings, hated all humanoid creatures, and even hated all extraterrestrial visitors, he must also admit that their weapons were really good. It is precisely because he now has twenty tanks under his command, 5,000 elite soldiers armed with rifles and crystal sabers, and 1,000 elite "Blood Lake Guards" with riders and mounts equipped with alien defense armor, that he has the tone to speak in the lords' meeting and the confidence to directly attack Tulong Harbor.

Those scaleless short-nosed monkeys are just relying on the guns of the ship! Now that I have their weapons, why wait for the cowardly wastes who have settled in the city-state to get ready?

I'm going to wash this human city in blood! Let their skulls be the ladder to my throne!

The Great Chief straightened his special defensive armor again, and then looked at his young son Tutu beside him. The young man of the sandman was dressed in red armor, his face could not be seen clearly, he carried a spear behind his back, and held a long-handled saber in his hand, but he was trembling slightly.

"Scared? My son ......," said Modot.

"Father, father, no, don't dare, I ......"

"Learn the first lesson, my son, learn to overcome fear on the battlefield. All you need is a living human, bite off his neck with your own mouth, drink his blood, and eat him! You will be fearless! You will conquer your enemies and conquer your fears! The chief patted his son on the shoulder, then ignored it, and once again ran to the front of the battle, holding his sword high and pointing it to the sky, and shouted to everyone: "Today we will make soup with the blood of men!" Ravage it! Warriors of Noa! ”

The sandmen on the athlon rode mixed with the roaring tanks and began to speed up. Not only was it the most powerful of the "tribes" like the Grand Chief of Moduo, but there were also more than a dozen tribes with more than 100,000 horsemen who launched the charge, which merged into a flood and rushed to all sides of Tulong Harbor.

Of course, it's unclear how much confusion there is. The timing of the attack was not uniform, the soldiers of tribe A stopped the advance of tribe B, and tribe C and tribe D got lost and collided together in the advance. The sandmen shot and intimidated on the dragon's back but killed their own men, and the tank advanced and crushed the cavalry next to it. All of this has happened countless times. But in any case, after ten minutes of charging, the Grand Chief of Moduo finally rushed to the city of Tulon, with his son and a small number of guards, and saw the hemispherical light curtain that enveloped the whole city.

At this time, he couldn't find the commander under his command, but the chief was not worried at all. Anyway, aren't there all the people around you who are loaded with guns anyway?

We have more warriors than all the humans in the city, how can we possibly lose? Just rush in!

The Great Chief continued to cheer: "Rush in!" Rush in! He was not afraid of the light curtain that could withstand the bombardment of the tank's main guns. The collaborators of the Sandfolk have said that that kind of shield can't stop people at all, everyone just needs to get through.

"Go through that curtain of light, and fire!" The Great Chief yelled at a chariot beside him.

The chariot began to move forward, twisting the turret as it moved forward, looking for a target, but the target was not found, only Duang's sound was heard, and the barrel of the cannon had already crashed into the Grand Chief of Modor, who rode the highest target and the largest target.

The big chief was lying on the ground, shattered and broken, but more of a fool who had completely lost his ability to think. As for the rest of the riders, including Tutu himself, they were completely stunned. The chariot was unaware and moved on.

Butan collaboration is actually a technical job, but many people just don't understand this truth.

"Boom! Rumble! "The tank was pierced by an anti-tank missile that did not know where it came from and exploded into a large fireball.

The sandmen continued to be stunned until they were torn to pieces by the dense fire.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "The fire prevention power of the various roads in the city is also beginning to exert its power, and all kinds of explosions are being created in the dense enemy group. Each bloom of a flame flower can turn more than ten sandfolk warriors into powder.

Tutu's athlon was dead, and it took him a long time to crawl out of the heavy corpse and crawl to his father's side with his hands and feet. He lifted up half of his father's body, but found that the other party really only had the upper body left, so he was stunned on the spot as if he had received an electric shock.

Mo Duo rose to the last of his strength, and the "Fire Scale Knife" in his hand · Qiang" stuffed it into his son's hand, stretched out his hand and nodded his son's forehead with a slight trembling.

"Fight, for the sake of the ...... of Nowa," the Great Chief left his last words, and just gave his breath.

Tutu hugged his father's half of his body and sat in place. Explosions erupted around him, bullets of energy and entities passing past him, but miraculously did not hurt him.

After a long moment, he slowly came back to his senses, and shuddered and closed his father's eyelids. He carried the "Fire Scale Knife Qiang", and stared at his father's corpse again with a sad and angry face. After a few minutes, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Tulong City angrily. Under the cover of the translucent light curtain, the outline of the city, the flickering of artillery fire, and the position of the enemy could not be seen really, only the continuous flickering of light could be seen, followed by the sound of breaking the air and the explosion of fire, like the bloodthirsty eyes of terrifying beasts, hidden in the shadows, but always able to frantically devour the lives of the sandmen.

The chief's son picked up his father's sword, dragged it past a dragon that had lost its owner, roared wildly, and then turned over the dragon and ran as fast as he could, in the opposite direction of Tulon.

He didn't even return to the camp, he left the battlefield completely and fled into the desert.

Tutu wasn't the first sandman to escape, so it wasn't noticeable.

The collapse of more than 100,000 horsemen almost triggered a general rout of the entire army, but fortunately, the Great Elder Hessen had already prepared and sent his most proud disciples over. The famous Wind Fist, which is equivalent to the God of War in the minds of the Shamin, appeared in front of the rout, and swung a wind eye with his fist, sucking dozens of fleeing Shamin together, stirring them into a ball of flesh and blood.

However, even with the psionics in charge, it took a day and a night for the various Sand Folk Lords to finally settle down the men under their command. By this time, even the most radical chieftain knew that without heavy artillery, even if there was another million troops, there would be nothing to be done with that human city.

The army of the sand people retreated and set up camp tremblingly, and did not dare to make a mistake for a while.

Lieutenant Colonel Eleanor Bonaparte, who had just won a brilliant battle to defend the city, did not feel very happy. She was furious at the standard city defense system.

"Why can't the four heavy ion cannons fire once the City Shield is activated? Because the battery is not enough? Ha, Pazon? Isn't this home appliance company? Can also produce military batteries? Ah, because of the patronage given to the Governor's Palace? If this kind of thing is put in the navy, let's see if it will be shot! ”

"Why are the four fortress laser cannons only air-to-air, and who designed them? What, the Alliance's Northern Star Arsenal? Oh, and the air-land design is at least a third more expensive? So I bought the one that can only be short? ”

Eleanor looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless, not wanting to have a good face for everyone, just sitting in the office sulking.

"Size...... Sir, there is good news. Major Dorset came in, and when he saw that the eldest lady's face was not good, he quickly changed his name.

"If you want to congratulate me on your victory, don't say it." Eleanor continued to play with her whip and responded lukewarmly.

"But it's not. And two pieces of good news! ”

"Oh?" Eleanor was a little interested and looked at the other party.

"We've got in touch with Captain Winter of the Hell Paratrooper Division. He and his men have arrived at the New Jade Gate! ”

Eleanor's eyes lit up and she stood up, but then she thought of something again, and her brows suddenly locked: "Captain Winter? Only one company? ”

How much more do you want? A whole division? Major Dorset didn't hear it, and continued: "In addition, Captain Winter also said that he has also made contact with the remaining soldiers of the 12th station of the garrison! ”

Eleanor's eyes really began to light up this time, and she smiled past the major and ran to the liaison room in a hurry.