The noonday sun scorched the already dry and lonely sand ridge, and the occasional gust of wind blew over, which only increased the sand and gravel on this cold and lonely sand ridge.

More than a dozen war motorcycles quickly swept across the undulating sand, behind the war motorcycles, several thick rusty chains several feet long extended from the tail of the motorcycles, more than a dozen broken corpses were dragged by the war motorcycles on the sand to outline a bleak picture, not far behind the war motorcycles, more war motorcycles raised bursts of sand and dust to bury the scars and blood stains on the sand.

Looking at the appearance of the corpses, it was obvious that some of them were dressed as De'ans, some were unmanned corpses without heads and limbs, and some were unlucky mercenaries who had been disemboweled. They had long been baked into stiff corpses by the dry sandy climate, and every time they were dying, they drained the last drop of blood to be relieved of the pain and suffering of these humiliations.

Nowadays, the super evolutionary process has allowed many species to survive tenaciously, such as these poor and fresh beings who were dragged forward by war motorcycles, and their super life bodies have prompted them to experience more and more unforgettable pain in the process of being dragged down, and many people are still gasping for their last breath but unable to swallow it.

It's more of a fire of life, the last cry and swan song!

Look at the De'an man whose entire chest was broken and a big hole in the mouth of the bowl, after his limbs were broken and crushed, and his entire chest organs were torn and eaten by the vultures that ate to death, he suffered for a whole distance, until his heart was pierced by sharp rocks along the way, and the last blood flow at the heart spurted out and flowed out, and he was unwilling to open his painful eyes into the shadow of death.

All that remained of his scattered corpse was a chain-bound calf bone, which was finally scattered during the rapid drive. In the vast sandy mountains, the forest is heavy, who knows that such a tenacious and tenacious De'an man was tossed to death by such cruel means in the last days of his life.

Perhaps, no matter how much you don't blink, you'll be buried over time on this little-known sandy ridge.

Amid the roar of the motorcycle's engine, a subsequent war motorcycle crushed through the scattered calf bones, crushing a dead vulture that couldn't dodge and only cared about grabbing food into a pulp, causing more hungry vultures to rush together.

"Haha, I thought these De'an people were tough, and they weren't pus and soft eggs yet?," a man in the motorcycle took a ferocious puff of his cigarette, and a puff of thick phlegm spat out the severed limbs of the corpse at the back of the car again.

A few Zhao soldiers around him laughed, "Big brother, don't be like these fools, we expect to arrive at the settlement of the De'an people in another hour, and then we will leave some women for our brothers to play with?"

"Yes, yes, I once saw those little ladies of the De'an people in Yunfeng Shangji, and I told you, those De'an men are all stupid and big, hehe, but those little ladies are smart, hehe. Just thinking about it makes men unable to hold it. ”

The topic of the few people next to him opened, and from time to time there were bursts of despicable and dirty vulgar jokes, and even more people had begun to fantasize about more and more cruel and perverted ways to torture women.

The more brutal and brutal these torture methods are, the more they can drive the ugly killings hidden in the bones of these Yunfeng Zhao clan warriors, and they have seen too many pictures of flesh and blood, and they are always a kind of indescribable cruel pleasure, and from time to time there are foul words of their sickly pleasure coming out of the empty sand ridge.

Flocks of death-eating vultures hovered at the back of the war cart, and several fierce death-eating vultures flew down fiercely again, their sharp mouthparts directly tore off the remaining flesh of the dead corpse, and when they flew away in the air, they were besieged and robbed by more death-eating vultures, but the instinct to devour flesh and blood in the bones of life made them more fierce and unscrupulous, even if they were blood relatives in the same group, they would fight fiercely and snatch.

The true meaning of the law of the jungle is vividly staged here.

In stark contrast to the sultry weather outside, there are many De'an people gathered in the patriarch battle room, more than a dozen elder members with real power are closely watching the patriarch's actions, even if a few reckless and secretly opposing elders with the patriarch are silently paying attention to his every move, after all, no one is willing to make a senseless bet with their own lives, not to mention that when they really encounter this kind of crisis of extermination, no matter how big their personal grievances must be put down, and only at this moment can the reunion ability of a clan be demonstrated.

Previously, when several peripheral reconnaissance sentries successively sent urgent encrypted red signals to the war room, a De'an man who was still humming a small tune with his back against the recliner quickly extinguished the remaining cigarette rolls in his hand, and the bloody pictures were constantly filled with pictures of killing and destruction, and the De'an man was so frightened that he didn't press the emergency deployment combat alarm button at the first time, until the hot-tempered companion around him pressed the button, the entire red siren whistle broke through the air, and the piercing and melodious emergency assembly combat whistle hovered and echoed over the entire empty settlement of the De'an people。

Several reconnaissance fighters who were still on the periphery of the settlement quickly returned to the defense city, and on the corridor of the tall and spacious city wall, more and more heavily armed De'an people urgently assembled, and one after another column of soldiers set up functional combat guns from the battlements to the periphery of the city wall, and all the personnel who were busy realized the danger coming, and more De'an fighters who had not yet rested began a new round of preparation.

The horn of war sounded in this vast and lonely western region of the sandy mountains, and the blood and pride buried in the bones of the De'an people were burned and agitated.

Dense barrels of guns protrude from the vents in the walls of the prehistoric ruins, and in an emergency, these vents will burst out in an instant with thousands of ammunition support, and even set up self-destruction procedures in advance during the most dangerous siege and defense battles, giving unexpected trauma to the invaders.

Several elite commanders dressed in mechanical heavy armor were commanding more than a dozen soldiers to debug an old-fashioned mechanical airship in the martial arts arena area of the inner city. This kind of mechanical combat airship has long since withdrawn from the stage of war history hundreds of years ago, but at this time, being able to see this kind of 50-zhang long air weapon in this remote place can indeed cause a lot of deterrence to the other side. Whenever the ground attacks or retreats to defense, these mechanical airships can often be quickly supported, but after all, they are hundreds of years old, and the dilapidated and outdated nuclear power plant limits its more room for development. In addition, in such a wild sandy ridge area, there is no perfect repair plant for ships that matches it, and the basic hardware facilities are all hard wounds, and it is conceivable that the level of war requirements it has reached is really too unsatisfactory.

More and more combat technicians have come here one after another, and more weapon parts are being assembled and operated in an orderly manner under the current conditions, and the whole rhythm of repair has begun to get on track.

One of the men wearing a mask impatiently took off his heavy breathing aid device, looking at the gloomy vigilance in his eyes, and then the thick eyebrows wrinkled as if he was thinking about the problem, who is not Delu?

"Delu, you give me patience, if you don't debug this big guy, we will all be punished by the patriarch, now the battle is tight, we can repair it as soon as possible, and we can better protect the lives of the clansmen." Another man with various test tools on his mechanical arm next to him said slowly, and after he simply straightened his body and enlivened his stiff body, he no longer took the road of virtue, and still buried his head in meditation.

Delu's two thick eyebrows furrowed even harder, "I want to do it too, but this bulky piece of iron has not been maintained for hundreds of years, besides, you see, those important running bearings have aged and broken, not to mention where to replenish this nuclear energy resource now? Also, how do you want me to make a central control hub now? I'm not the guy who does wafer mechanical technology engineering in Delin." ”

"Are you talking to me? I have been in a daze all day and I have not rested until now, are you trying to kill me?" Delu complained louder.

The man continued to concentrate on his adjustment, ignoring Delu's complaints. A few starters were also interested, and continued to work hard, and no one went to join in the excitement to answer the call.

Delu couldn't help but have a headache, and meeting such a partner who didn't eat oil and salt really made him unable to vent his temper.

The external pendants of the entire mechanical airship are basically repaired, a large number of guns and ammunition are loaded on both sides of the windows of the airship, and a giant energy cannon that was eliminated more than a hundred years ago is installed on the launcher of the mechanical airship, and only the thick and bulky barrel can let people know the violent firepower it contains. The real annoying problem is that this kind of obsolete hundred-year-old bulky guy doesn't have a suitable backup energy device to start. Although the engineers who designed it had already budgeted for the length of its service according to the brutal pattern of warfare, who would have thought that hundreds of years later, it would still be needed to continue to fight in such a barren sandy terrain with such harsh conditions?

Without enough suitable power to start the endurance energy, even the war Golliers that are armed to the teeth are just a useless piece of iron, not to mention, war is often a merciless slaughter.

The reality is that things need to be dealt with are more troublesome and tricky.

Delu turned around and looked up, quietly staring at this place where he was born and raised, this place where he grew up through countless pains, this place that carried his countless joys and sorrows, could he really not escape the baptism of this war?

Sometimes, people are determined to win the day, and only after hard work can they have the original persistent pursuit.

Perhaps, it's time to use that secret weapon, but if someone in the know is allowed to tell the outside world, I'm afraid that the entire Western Regions Sand Ridge will be buried in his hands, even if any family gate valve who is powerful in this area, in front of this vast and desolate beast, will be ruthlessly wiped out and devoured.

This last move is difficult and difficult to land.

He sighed softly, he is older, his former ambition and pride are no longer what he used to be, and it is worth it to be able to survive until now.

In that case, it's time to keep doing what you haven't done.

For a long time, Delu's figure slowly disappeared into the busy airship repair yard