Chapter 708: Altar

"Eh, eh~ Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Wu Changfa was stunned, and before he could react, the scene became tense, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

These crooked nuts are too impulsive and irritable, right?

"Everyone is their own person, if there is any conflict, you can sit down and talk slowly, there is no need to be so nervous. Come and come, all of them will be eliminated first, and they will be eliminated. ”

Wu Changfa grabbed Rogers with one hand, and motioned to Huang Junzheng with his eyes, asking him to persuade the leader of country D.

Huang Junzheng didn't know what he was thinking at this time, and he lowered his head in a daze, as if he didn't realize that there was a conflict here.

secretly scolded one brainless after another, Wu Changfa was easy to talk nonsense, and after persuading this and that, it was not easy to press the crooked nuts that had grown these two muscles into his brain again.

Rogers snorted twice and said, "The action plan has been set, if everyone has no opinion, then without further ado, let's go our separate ways." We'll go first, see you in the military base. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the others to react, he nodded to Wu Changfa, and then took the lead in getting up and striding out of this secret stronghold.

One by one, the genetically modified warriors of country M stood up and followed him out.

That gaze did not forget to sweep back and forth on the body of the mechanical warrior of country D, and the provocation was obvious.

Wu Changfa had to stand up again, and bitterly appeased the muscular sticks of country D.

"Then let's go too, lest the people in the base of country R run away, and some people take the opportunity to put the black pot on the head of our country D. ”

The leader of country D also stood up, and with his men, he rushed out of the secret stronghold with a bang, and the momentum was amazing.

Wu Changfa stretched out his hand, his mouth open, and he couldn't remember what to say for a long time.

In fact, there is no point in saying anything.

If he dared to say that there were many people on Huaguo's side, and he could give a little profit to country D, maybe these mechanical soldiers with IQ below the level would turn their guns and fight Huaguo first.

"I've been in retreat for so long that I don't know what's going on out there. Are these crooked nuts like this?"

Huang Junzheng raised his head, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Are you saying they have no brains? Hehe, maybe, I'm not their father, who knows." ”

Wu Changfa frowned at him, and somehow, he felt that Huang Junzheng's ridicule seemed to be not aimed at the two crooked nuts, but at himself?

Putting aside this nonsensical thought, Wu Changfa also stood up from his seat and waved his hand.

"In that case, then we won't delay much, everyone set off immediately!"

"Yes!"

The rest of the strong people in China are all raising their arms and shouting, and they should be in unison.

No matter what kind of internal contradictions and disputes there are, when facing a foreign enemy, especially this foreign enemy or a little devil of country R, there is basically no need to mobilize, and morale is bound to be full.

Far from the city, on an open plain surrounded by mountains, there is a modern building.

The style is solemn and simple, and the long guns and short cannons with a metallic luster are so unabashedly exposed to the sun, as if telling the inner tyranny and hideousness.

This is the military base of country R that is remembered by more than 40 top powerhouses in China, M and D.

Inside the base, the command center of the underground fortifications.

The short, gloomy commander quietly looked at the big screen in front of him with his hands behind his back.

The screen shows an area of the underground fortifications with a completely different style from the military base.

There were no guns and weapons, no armored tanks, and no artillery shell logistics.

Everywhere there are flags in the style of country R, red as blood, or as black as the abyss, and according to some unknown law, they appear scattered and rigorous.

Underneath each flag, there is a small ditch, winding out, twisting and connecting with each other.

The ditches filled the entire area, connecting all the flags, and then gathering together on a small altar in the center.

The ditch has a dark red and black color, which looks like an inner uneasiness.

If you look closely, you can find that these black and red substances are actually coagulated blood!

Considering the size of the area of the underground fortifications that was obviously particularly vacant, and the density of the ditches that connected all the flags to the central altar, one can imagine how much blood would have been needed to fill those ditches.

This place is the desperate gamble of country R, intending to risk being drowned by the spittle of the world, and also to "create" a place that belongs to the top powerhouse of its own country.

The place where the God-making plan was carried out.

The diminutive commander raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"Almost, let's get started. ”

He ordered in a flat tone, and there were respectful responses from the soldiers around him.

"Yes!"

As the soldier shouted a few words into a microphone on the podium, it could be seen from the screen that eight gates were opened with a bang.

From inside the gate, slowly walked out of the eight teams of "human dragons".

There are men and women, old and young, and there is no special pattern.

If there is a similarity, it is that all of them are disheveled, with scars from whipping or sword cuts of varying degrees.

Although most of them were scarred, even the blood on the wounds had not yet coagulated and scabbed. But I don't know if it was deliberately controlled, and all the wounds avoided the chest, throat and other fatal vital locations.

If you think of the dark red ditches that cover the ground in this hell, you can probably guess where the blood that has coagulated comes from.

These scarred ordinary people had dull eyes, they didn't know what terrible scenes they had experienced, and they didn't need soldiers to drive them from behind, just one after the other, like walking corpses, and walked into the hell on earth painted with their blood.

Eight human dragons poured in from the eight entrances and exits, as if there was no end.

The empty field was slowly crowded with figures, more and more, more and more.

But the most bizarre thing is that these crowds, which have almost exceeded a thousand, are silent, no one talks to each other, no one cries out in pain, and no one resists or flees.

It's like a dead soul traveling on the Huangquan Road, without thoughts and emotions.

The only difference is that they are left with a broken shell.

"I'll leave it to you. Be careful not to make mistakes. ”

The diminutive commander gave an order to the adjutant on the side, then stopped paying attention to the screen, turned around, and walked towards the door of the command room.

The adjutant bowed in agreement and watched the commander walk out of the door that opened automatically.

(End of chapter)