The two old foxes have already completed their first confrontation before they have even met.

Liu Dazhi's note almost demoralized the arsenal, but when he met the opponent, Ma Zhan not only succeeded in resolving the crisis, but also used his strength to make the team gather strength and twist into a rope.

Liu Dazhi didn't know that his casual move would produce such a bitter fruit, but even if he knew, I am afraid he would not regret it, after all, he did not lose a single soldier, with the shrewdness of the old man Ma, without this note, there would be another way to boost morale.

He was not a professional soldier, had no military training, and did not have any decent combat command experience, but his 30 years of business experience had sharpened his shrewd calculations, and all he had done to him to fight a war was all a bad one.

Yes, it is infinite, there is no bottom line, and everything is done!

In those years of business wars, he Liu had unique technical resources at hand, and he made Party B a big guy and beat all Party A.

He can not only use money to beat his opponent to the north, but also use indiscriminate means to disgust people, Liu Dazhi's name can already be equated with capriciousness and rebellion in that business circle.

This is not to say that he is short-sighted and unscrupulous, on the contrary, he has never underestimated any opponent, he can always grasp the opponent's weakness, and when it is just right, repeatedly stab the knife, and put away his prey well.

Right now, he sat on a small hill and looked at the camel hill a dozen kilometers away, and a dirt fork in the road was located, where the mountain gate of the arsenal was located.

Several mutants who were sent out to scout locked on to that location with their keen sense of smell. The camouflage of the arsenal is actually good, but no one thought that human smell would be the main factor in exposure.

One or two thousand people live together, eating, drinking, and sleeping, and they don't feel abnormal when they get used to smelling all kinds of smells, but in the noses of outsiders, it is a particularly rushing smell, and this smell spreads out through the commonly used mountain gates.

Liu Dazhi closed his eyes and was pondering, he was used to empathy, and he also liked empathy. Because in this way, it is possible to judge the level and mental state of the opponent and thus make decisions.

"If I were guarding the camel mountain, knowing that an enemy was coming, what would I do?"

Gradually, a simulated battlefield appeared in his mind, and the contest between offense and defense went in a general direction. He was sweating profusely for a while, and after figuring out a few key points, he calmly showed a smile that was in his hands.

In the space of these two hours, he had hatched a series of conspiracies to drive the horse to the place of mortality.

Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, the mutant cubs in charge of overseeing the battle got impatient and interrupted his fantasies, gesticulating and urging him to go up and attack.

Liu Dazhi was not annoyed, grinned and pointed to the sky, the gradually darkening sky was no longer suitable for an immediate attack, and it was recommended to camp on the spot and wait for dawn to attack again.

Those little cubs are not inintelligent fools, in the past, Red Eye led them to besiege the grain store, and chose to attack at dawn many times, and has already conveyed to them the importance of the time factor.

Now seeing that Liu Dazhi pays attention to the time and weather, and seems to be familiar with military affairs, he no longer despises and urges.

They each scattered into the mutant pile, and soon organized sixty or seventy thousand cannon fodder into a burrowing army, and built fortifications on the mountain.

This is also the experience taught by Red Eye, mutants originally followed the experience of the beast, lying on the ground and falling asleep, which is very passive when fighting, human artillery fire fell from the sky, and the mutants killed did not know what to do.

After the two fiascos at Dashun Port and Liangdiangu, these mutants have learned to burrow in place and hide their bodies in them.

Liu Dazhi looked at the formation of sixty or seventy thousand mutants digging pits on the spot, and his heart was full of shock.

Perhaps it won't be long before these savage and mentally retarded species will live in houses, and in a hundred years, they may be able to form their own language.

This kind of execution is almost 100% of the race, and all that is lacking is a ruler who has evolved to an advanced civilization. Red eyes are very likely to reach that height. If by then, he Liu Dazhi may be able to achieve a certain status with his incorruptible tongue. After all, the higher the intelligence, the more intelligent and clever subordinates are needed.

He came back to his senses and looked at the camel mountain dyed red by the setting sun, the lonely peaks standing on the plain, maybe taking this arsenal, Red Eye would train a team of mutants who could use guns, that would be too terrifying.

Chilling, Liu Dazhi was frightened by the thought that suddenly popped into his mind, and ran down the mountain bag with about 20 cronies and blended in with the mutants.

He calculated that Ma Zhan would come to attack tonight, and set up a few bonfires.

In his deduction, the defending arsenal has little chance of winning, and there is a chance to take advantage of the mutants' unstable foothold to meet head-on, preferably by breaking their chain of command.

Past experience has taught humanity that wandering mutants are not scary, but scary is that they are organized and are not afraid to attack.

Now this group of mutants has a human brain. He Liu Dazhi is this brain, and this is the most dangerous thing.

From the point of view of the arsenal, mutants can't make fires, and the ones who can make fires must be his Liu Dazhi's campsite, which is a very tempting bait, knowing that it is dangerous, they have to bite the bait and taste it.

From the dark day to the second half of the night, Liu Dazhi hid in a hole dug by mutants that resembled a foxhole, and his two eyelids couldn't help fighting.

He was disappointed at first, if the horse struggled and did not come, it meant that the opponent was too loose.

Later, I was happy, who doesn't like to pick soft persimmons and pinch them, the more vegetables the opponent has, the happier they are.

In the midst of his unpredictable expressions, he couldn't help but calculate another result, but suddenly the firelight lit up the night sky, and a series of roars came.

"Oops......"

Liu Dazhi threw himself into the dirt pit, watching with regret as the fire trap set up in the distance was blown to slag by the dense artillery fire.

The intelligence is insufficient, and he is used to using the armed level of the dungeon to simulate the strength of the human resistance, but he didn't expect that there are more than one cannon hidden in the arsenal.

The trap that was originally set has become a laughing stock for pediatrics in the catharsis of absolutely violent artillery fire. Even the roaring bonfire, which pointed the way for the artillery fire, caused huge losses for the mutants.

Liu Dazhi regretted that his intestines were blue, although the dead were all mutants, and most of them were level 0 cannon fodder, but at the moment these are his Liu Dazhi's bargaining chips, and the money from the loan is also money, and it will have to be repaid sooner or later!

Angry, he didn't wait for the attack to be organized, and the mutant cubs had already arrived together, and the master squeaked and screamed inquisitively, and after gesturing with his hands and feet, they actually led the mutants out of camp and retreated.

Now there is only one way in front of Liu Dazhi, to take the lead in the attack, and he has to leave a few lives behind and show loyalty in order to save his status and life.

He hatefully picked up the weapon in his hand and struck a shuttle in the direction of the camel mountain, which was still not relieved, and even pulled out a long knife and slashed indiscriminately for a while, and then stopped breathlessly.

Some cronies approached him and handed him soup, which temporarily soothed his resentment.

"Haha, stupid, stupid!"

In the hinterland of the camel mountain, under the hot spring courtyard of the arsenal, Ma Zhan was so happy that the old man even took out a small pot of liquor and took a sip of the military ration package.

Through the huge projection screen on the wall, he even clearly captured the image of Liu Dazhi being reprimanded by the mutants.

Camel Mountain's surveillance intelligence network covers thirty miles around, and most of Liu Dazhi's actions in the mutant team can be filmed. Using data analysis, he could almost tell the mutant's plan of action.

In the same simulation, one is imagination and the other is intelligence analysis, Liu Dazhi is defeated by his confidant and does not know the other.

This is not to blame him, don't say that he is a newcomer, that is, Ma Fen has been operating in Camel Mountain for several years, and he has never found such a strict monitoring network around Camel Mountain.

Those ubiquitous cameras, hidden in trees and rocks, are durable and invincible.

Nantes and the "second master" were equally excited when they sat behind Ma Zhan, and they ate "takeaway" from the arsenal canteen.

Ever since the old man announced to them that he would not expel them so that Liu Dazhi could succeed, the pests were so grateful that they fled like lost dogs, and finally had a place to be accepted and recognized.

"Mandrill" reluctantly took out one-third of his smuggling to honor Old Man Ma, and Old Man Ma, who ate this kind of military supplies for the first time, was fresh for a while, and even praised it repeatedly.

The pests have long been tired of eating, but they have a soft spot for the local canteen, and it is precisely by taking the opportunity to eat that they slowly integrate into the life of the residents of the arsenal.

In this regard, Liu Lang may be the best one.

Lao Ma didn't know what was going on in the past few days, so he came to the underground combat command room twice, but he stayed for a while and left, without saying a word.

Later, he nested in the courtyard in the middle and did not go out, Nantes asked Sister Hua to investigate twice, and found that this rough man actually picked up a branch and counted the leaves.

"Is this guy sick?" Nantes, who had never experienced emotional baptism, did not understand his abnormal behavior in the slightest.

Sister Hua didn't say anything, but just said: "He's fine, don't worry about it, take care of yourself!" ”

It turned out that Nantes had also fallen into a little trouble these days, he had been running here too hard with the "second master" during this time, and he was so nurtured by Xiao Yang that he liked to talk about it.

That Ma Xiaoxuan didn't know why, and suddenly looked at Nantes correctly.

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl was in love for the first time, and she didn't know if she was self-taught or if she had seen something from the old era, so she recklessly recognized him as her godbrother.

Nantes is as simple as a blank sheet of paper in terms of feelings, and there are two women around her in the past six or seven years, one is the "second master" who is good-looking and attractive, but his style of action is more manly than that of men, and the other is also good-looking and attractive, but cold as an iceberg "Sister Hua".

The only ambiguity he has that he is ignorant about comes from his peer Liu Feifei, but unfortunately Fortress Mountain turned his face and said goodbye and never saw him again, especially when he returned to the old land with Xiao Yang later, but he missed the opportunity to get along, only knowing that she was abducted by mutants, and she was more than lucky.

Now, in the face of a young girl who is six or seven years younger than himself, he is a little overwhelmed: "The old horse has not taught it......"