Eric Moore's forward force was crippled by a spontaneous explosion of thousands of tons of ammunition, and he had to stop and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive.

Originally, Eric Moore thought that it would only take half a day to reorganize the attack, but apparently he overestimated the organizational ability of the undead army under his command, and also underestimated the strength of the base.

Outside the range of long-range artillery, countless bombers converted from transport planes dropped bombs on the marching army of the undead.

There are so many undead in the dense mass that those improvised transport planes that are only equipped with improvised bomb-throwing sights that are better than nothing can drop bombs with impunity, and there is no need to worry about the dropped bombs falling down.

The threat from the skies made the already slow undead go even more slowly.

But even with Eric Moore, the undead don't have a good life.

In order to save fuel, the air force did not bother them, but the shells of long-range heavy artillery would whistle from time to time, and the undead army that had just gathered would soon be blown up again.

It wasn't until the third day that Eric Moore, the Bone King, set out south with his troops again.

And behind them, the white bones had already spread a thick layer on the land of Hell Valley, and large and small craters continued one after another.

This time, Eric Moore, the Bone Monarch, had left all the human believers in his army in the relative safety of the rear, and he didn't know what awaited them ahead, but there was no doubt that the farther south they went, the fiercer the resistance of the Chinese would be.

The human believers who were able to participate in this expedition were all elites, and when they were tempered for hundreds of years, they would be able to become the emerging force of their own forces, and they would not be able to lose too much as cannon fodder here.

Cannon fodder is better to let those skeleton soldiers and ghouls do this kind of thing, anyway, no matter how many casualties he has, he won't feel distressed - the problem that the Eternal Holy Sect is a headache for everyone right now is that there are too many cannon fodder! Almost 70% of social problems are caused by them!

So even if the casualties were enough to fill the valley, Eric Moore, the Bone King, was still in a good mood.

Even if these losses multiply tenfold, it will not be painful for him, but it will take away a lot of population pressure for him.

Originally, Eric Moore, the Bone King, was ready to be bombed all the way, but miraculously, not long after they left for the south, the continuous shelling and air raids actually stopped!

In this regard, the high-level undead with wisdom generally gave the same explanation - alchemy weapons are very expensive, and those Chinese people are beginning to be unable to stand this endless consumption!

It is a pity that they do not know how far modern industrial mass production can push up the output of weapons, nor do they know how many old bombs and artillery shells are stockpiled in China on the opposite side of the earth.

In fact, the reason why the bombing and shelling stopped was to allow the undead to gather more densely - after a long period of blowing, the undead forces at this time were no longer as overwhelming as they had been, and the lethality of the shelling and bombing began to be greatly reduced.

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"Turn! Turn now, Rusta! ”

“Duang！”

Looking at the car that crashed headlong against the stone on the screen, Rusta reluctantly turned his head to look at the instructor who had been yelling behind him just now.

"Sorry instructor, I didn't notice a ditch over there......"

The instructor sighed helplessly, patted Rusta on the shoulder and said, "It's nothing, it's already very good, this is a wide racing game after all, the actual operation is not so difficult, come on, let's try it." ”

"Oh, yes sir."

Rusta got out of the racing simulator and followed the instructor with trepidation, and for the three days since he was selected, his job was to eat, sleep, play racing, and of course, on the simulator.

It's the kind of racing game machine that can be seen in almost all playgrounds.

After three days of training, Rusta went from being a vomiting man who was dizzy at the sight of the screen to a road killer who could barely drive a car for a few laps now.

But this is enough, anyway, there is a shortage of manpower now, and the poor skills have to be topped, not to mention that the instructor in charge of him really doesn't want to continue teaching.

It's more tiring than going to the battlefield!

He followed the instructor to a large room guarded by guards, and Rusta was a little stunned.

The room was about the size of their Great Hall, and it was full of "game consoles"! However, the racing games they play seem to be a little different from what they have been exposed to in the past three days.

It's really different, the remote-controlled vehicles operated by these people are crude products that have been temporarily transformed, and the operation is not more complicated than the remote-controlled model, which can be said to be a fool's operation - when it was designed, it was never thought of letting these Duze people be operators.

So the need to design a simulator was not considered from the beginning.

It wasn't until the army of the Bone Lord Eric Moore invaded, and a large number of operators had not yet come from Earth, that a batch of game consoles was urgently transported to be used as simulators.

Pressed by the instructor in the chair, Rusta looked at the extra fuel level, water temperature, status indication and other information on the screen, and almost cried when adding the extra row of buttons on the operation panel.

It's easier to say yes!?

Why don't I think it's easy at all?

The instructor glanced at Rusta's bitter face and said, "Don't worry about those meters, unless it turns red!" If it does turn red, call me, I'll take care of it, all you need to do is drive!

Rest assured, the car you'll need to drive is much slower than the one you've played before, and you won't have to hit a rock again.

Also, you don't have to worry about the buttons, I'll put the numbers on them later, you just have to press the buttons in numerical order after you get out of the car.

Look, isn't that easy? ”

Rusta looked at the instructor and smiled more ugly than crying.

The instructor sighed helplessly and said, "Now drive out and give it a try, pay attention to the slow speed, don't hit other people's cars." ”

"Bump...... Crash!? ”

Rusta was taken aback, the car crash had become his psychological shadow in the past three days, which of the games he played was not the scene of the car accident!?

"I ...... Can I quit? I still think it's better for me to carry cannonballs. ”

The instructor slapped Rusta on the head.

"Don't even think about it, hurry up and practice for me!"