"This is natural." Brian straightened up.

"Very well, the safety of the whole team will be left to the two of you." Although Mark didn't know how powerful the lethal weapons were after the evolution of the intelligent mastermind for many years, he was still quite confident in the defensive power of this energy shield.

"Yes!" After looking at Valen's embryo, Brian eliminated his hesitation.

Brian knows that the burden on his shoulders is not light, but as always, he readily accepts it, which is also his personality.

This task is extraordinary, and despite the heaviness of the energy shield, the energy it consumes is enormous.

Every time you open it, you have to weigh it.

After a long time, once it doesn't stand to the end, then the lives of the whole team will "burp".

It was too late, and the two of them turned into cannon fodder and were instantly beaten into a sieve.

Therefore, this kind of difficult task requires someone who knows how to do it.

"Valen, let's go." As his departure approaches, Mark has to be on the lookout.

"Okay." Valen also put away his usual hippie smiley face.

After Ann dispatched the mission, Valen commanded the team to move towards the designated location.

Unlike the frontal battlefield, the earthworks are placed on the side of a more secluded beach.

The cave ** was full of dirt, and a fishy smell came to my nose, and the cold air was bubbling in the forest.

In the open area of the river valley in the distance, a group of men and horses were hustle and bustle, nervously preparing for the fortifications.

Bang~

A loud bang resounded through the valley, and the earth was shaken.

A little red light dragged the tail smoke, and the whistling sound was terrible and tactful, and it rushed towards the dense position of an ant colony.

The red light landed on the ground, and sparks bloomed instantly.

Smoke rose and a blast wave tossed over the men and horses, mixed with dirt chips and the stumps of soldiers, and shot in all directions.

The wailing was blown by gusts of wind and faintly reached, and even the air was bloody.

Looking at this tragic scene of limbs all over the field, Mark was worried.

The bombardment was one after another, and the battle did not even begin, but countless lives were taken, and the end of the mission was in their own hands.

The time bomb is not heavy, but it feels unusually heavy behind your back, because of the weight of responsibility.

The sweat stains on the palms of my hands began to slowly pour out, and the anxiety spread as well.

The more dangerous it is, the calmer it is!

Mark pressed the anxious state of mind and faced it with a calm attitude, only cold and calm can make these soldiers who trust him feel at ease.

The commander was in a panic, not to mention the soldiers who relied on him, and the natural psychological quality was the first element.

The valley was surrounded by freshly dug trenches, and the Mechs were bombarded with artillery fire, and from time to time there were bursts of wailing.

The heavy bombardment did not stop the Thunderbolts' frantic advance.

Drones are raging, hovering in the headspace.

After being shot down, it burns and rolls, dragging the smoke and falling.

Several giant fortresses roamed the position, shooting and killing the fleeing lizard soldiers, and the mechanical soldiers were fighting in tandem with it.

Heavy artillery fire coverage, UAV high-altitude suppression, infantry and tank coordination, these combat methods have become a fixed mode, and Mark is naturally no stranger.

The battle had just begun, and it was extremely easy for the Mech Legion, but outside the range of artillery fire, more black-pressed lizard soldiers were gathering.

The giant rats are noisy, the engines are roaring, the flags are waving, and there are even more people.

Dozens of behemoths towed the howitzer to move slowly, and when they reached the predetermined position, they began to return fire.

Mark looked at the behemoths, presumably the two-incisors that Valen was talking about.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't know where this extremely inconspicuous thunderstorm got so many weird creatures from?" ”

Valen smiled, a mysterious expression: "The people of the North are mercenary, they believe that money can buy anything. It is naturally not strange to have such strange creatures to help in the war, not to mention that they themselves are of a complex race, and their reproductive methods are all born through a shared 'uterus'. ”

"Sharing a 'womb' birth? What is this again? Mark wondered, there are more shared objects, has the people of the North developed to such a point?

"I don't know, but I've heard people say that it looks like a glassware with a culture medium. Whatever it is, this mess has nothing to do with our Kansas anyway. Because of the different ways they reproduce, natural values are different from all of us. Valen complained.

"Perhaps." Looking at these strange creatures, Mark fell into deep thought.

"Oh yes, the two-incisor seems stupid, but once provoked, it runs extremely fast, and the impact is so amazing that even the heavy walls can be broken...... "Valen spat and happily explained the origin of the behemoth.

In the chatter, Mark thought of the rhinos and elephants in his own world.

When these animals are angry, they also run into everything. The sharp corners can pierce the thin iron sheet, and even dare to work against the train.

It's a pity that some ignorant human beings, in order to obtain their sharp horns and teeth, superstitious that rhino horns have some special effects, ruthlessly slaughter them, so that they can only exist in written and visual materials.

Valen continued to introduce Kansas-specific equipment, his words fierce and energetic.

Mark couldn't listen to a word, after all, they could compete with the mechanical legion for so many years, armor and axes were not enough, and the will was also a weapon.

The Kansas have their own technology and equipment, which can compete with the intelligent mastermind, and the lack of technical support and physical resilience alone is obviously insufficient, but weapons are only auxiliary, not the decisive factor in war, and many examples of war in history speak for themselves.

Perhaps for primitive people, a tank is invincible, and it can destroy all primitive tribes.

But it requires fuel, and it is subject to environmental and human factors.

As long as you don't confront it head-on, just drag it down, dig a pit and fall a stone to fight an ambush or something, and after slowly consuming its strength, the primitive people may not lose, so wisdom is the real way to win.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Mark's gloomy face.

The war drums "thump" and have a low voice, a single tone, and a frequency similar to that of a person's heartbeat.

Music is truly a wonderful thing, it can be both pleasing to the eye and sad.

At this moment, it can stimulate the "bestiality" in the human blood.

As the rhythm of the war drums became more and more intense, Mark felt like he had been stimulated, his blood boiled, and even his heart beat with the sound of the war drums, almost jumping out of his mouth.

"Grandma's, why hasn't it come out yet?" Valen muttered to himself, pacing back and forth: "Wait any longer, don't say it's a general attack, everyone is dead." ”

"Calm down! Maybe ......"

In the middle of speaking, there was a sound of a cry at the entrance of the cave, and a fat giant rat suddenly jumped out of the cave.

Unlike the Kansas mounts, it is extremely ugly in appearance.

Tiny eyes, missing pinna, folded skin that is pink.

The wet "pig's nose" has a pair of incisors under it, which is extremely sharp, and the bristles on the side of the mouth are scattered.

This is......