"Trucks? There seems to be one here, and I remember one of the trucks that were scattered out at the time was nearby. Jingwei said, waving to the street not far away.

Just as the roar of the engine came, a huge brand new truck slowly drove over, which was one of the several trucks brought by the Salvation Army according to Shen Feng's request.

Shen Feng nodded and said:

"Very well, just let them out and help."

As he spoke, he had already controlled the nursing robot to walk up to the truck and press his hand on the truck.

The tentacles of consciousness are once again connected to the truck through the care robot's communication system, and the closed door of the cabin is immediately opened.

A burst of cold air poured out of the carriage, making people feel comfortable in the hot desert climate.

Inside are two rows of iron shelves connected to various lines, five on the left and five on the right, and on the iron shelves are cultivation cabins made of fiberglass, which extend to the roof of the car.

In each training cabin, there was a sleeping person.

The nursing robot controlled by Shen Feng's consciousness tentacles released a wake-up signal while clapping his hands and saying angrily:

"Wake up, the sun is shining on your buttocks, it's time to get up and get to work!"

Jingwei on the side took a stack of clothes found from the apartment next to him, threw them into the carriage, looked at the huge carriage in front of him and said:

"Tsk, it's already marinated, it's almost time to use, but these clones don't have a backup transmission of consciousness, and after they come out, they're just puppets controlled by you, so I always feel like it's a bit wasteful to use it like this, shouldn't they be used as reincarnated bodies when they die?"

As he spoke, all the lights in the car's cold storage had been lit up, and the lights in the cultivation cabins flickered, looking like huge pieces of jasper.

Then, all the hatches of the cultivation chamber were opened at the same time, and then the figures inside woke up one after another, crawled out of the cultivation cabin, and stood on the edge of the cargo compartment with the wet culture liquid on their bodies, looking at the two robots outside.

Ten people, each of them is Shen Feng's appearance!

The eyes of the ten people were all very bright, and the toned bodies showed the power of genetic tuning technology.

The most important thing is that each of these ten Shen Feng has been injected with Pangea virus and has a silicon-based brain!

Originally, Shen Feng was going to use these clones as his backup, and when there was a danger of destroying himself, he was able to reborn from these bodies, but now he temporarily unsealed these ten backup clones directly and used them as his stand-ins.

"Plans don't change as fast as they go, and it's not bad to be a stand-in now, and maybe you can fish out the guy who is hiding behind the scenes." Ten clones said at the same time.

Originally, there was no information stored in their brains, but at this time, the silicon-based brain was remotely controlled by Shen Feng's body, which was much more convenient.

In the abandoned houses of Abu Kemal City, the corners of Shen Feng's mouth, who was closing his eyes and sinking his consciousness body into the network, raised slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that a clone clone with a silicon-based brain was also a good choice.

He was now using these ten clones to see and feel at the same time, and the whole person was immersed in an extremely mysterious feeling.

It's as if the whole of yourself has been expanded.

This sensation is different from what you feel after controlling the Grey Tide, and is somewhat similar to that of a symbiote.

It was as if he himself had become a symbiote of a dozen stand-ins.

"Speaking of which, if I make thousands of clones and control them at the same time, won't I be invincible?" Ten Shen Feng looked at his hands and said at the same time.

The erotic robot controlled by Jingwei rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't think about it, just the synchronous transmission of information is enough for you, and you are still the ontology's control of the stand-in, no different from the gray tide stand-in, as long as the ontology is destroyed, no matter how many stand-ins you have, it is useless."

"At the same time, you can't load every stand-in with a backup of memory and consciousness, otherwise, every stand-in is you, and there is no main consciousness, so who listens to whom? In the end, it is estimated that you and your stand-ins will start killing each other without the help of the whisperers, after all, the meaning of your own existence comes first for the individual. ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and patted the head of the nursing robot next to her:

"Unless your subjective consciousness can exist in all the stand-ins at the same time, and it is unique and irreplaceable, otherwise, don't think about it, brother, think about how to complete the task of this apocalyptic world."

The ten clones, along with the nursing robot, tilted their heads at the same time, looking like they were unloved, and then they all started to get busy.

The first is to search for explosives among the ruins of this town.

This is not difficult, after all, it is the Middle East, even though the vast majority of people are now addicted to the virtual reality world, and most of them have died, but the various arms accumulated in the past are still ridiculously large.

In just such a small town, there are four small arsenals, and the various explosives in them have reached the destructive power of 100 tons when converted into TNT.

The truck was quickly filled, and the care robot stand-in and the sex robot controlled by Jingwei opened the cockpit door and sat in.

Then, to the delight of the ten clone doubles, the two mechanical doubles started the truck's engine and headed for Baghdad.

Controlling the nursing robot, Shen Feng's heart was full of excitement at this time.

Although he has seen all kinds of winds and waves, and he himself belongs to one of the winds and waves, the self-detonating truck has always belonged to the romance of the man in his heart since he used to play the old-fashioned real-time strategy game "Red Alert".

It's still very cool to be able to be romantic in person today.

After the self-detonating truck driven by the mechanical double left, the ten clones left in the town glanced at each other, found a street with the highest concentration of purple vines in the town, directly cut through the purple vines, sat cross-legged on the ground, and stuffed these superconductor vines into their mouths.

Their flesh and blood bodies didn't play much role, but the silicon-based brains and silicon-based structures they possessed could be used as Shen Feng's support force in the virtual reality world.

In the city of Baghdad, the Salvation Army soldiers who were about to run out of ammunition had gloomy faces, and their hearts sank as they looked at the robotic enemy soldiers who were constantly being blown up to scrap metal and constantly replenished.

The electromagnetic pulse bombs brought by them have long been exhausted, and the number of those robots is too many, and they are coming from all directions, and they are not afraid of death.

Many of the robots even come in vehicles, which is very strange.

Although the Salvation Army's top-of-the-line strategy, under the command of the Legion Commander, allows each shell to take as many mechanical enemy soldiers as possible, and the team has not suffered any casualties until now, the number of opponents is simply too large.

What's even more worrying is that the silver-purple gray tide has no movement around the entire city of Baghdad, but it feels like it will pounce at any time.

"Commander, we have less than 0.5 base shells, and we will be completely exhausted in a few salvos at most, what next?" Rogers asked, frowning.

Although they also found some ammunition in the city of Baghdad, they did not solve the urgent need at all.

The legion commander looked at the commander who was standing on the side without moving, and the words that he originally wanted to retreat did not say at this time, but his expression sank, and said:

"Keep the last shell in all gun emplacements and prepare for street battles!"

At this time, in the suburbs outside Baghdad, after a recent charge of the mechanical enemy troops was dispersed, they did not rush to attack, but began to gather.

Robots continued to merge into it in the distance, and an army of tens of thousands of robots had been formed by this time.

Not to mention that the ammunition is running out now, even if it is not exhausted, in the face of a mechanical legion of this size, the Salvation Army is likely to be wiped out after a bloody battle.

The commander of the corps was in a solemn mood, and he had to ask the commander for instructions.

At this moment, a huge truck drove in the distance, new and eye-catching, and it seemed that the car stereo was still playing a song loudly, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The legion commander couldn't help but be stunned.

Isn't this the truck they brought in?

Hijacked?