The Great Plains region in the west-central part of the Southern Regions was originally a vast and boundless grain planting base, which is located in the subtropics, and is famous for producing golden six-crop rice every year.

Originally, although Ceylon was an outstanding person, there were only three crops of rice. After the rise of black technology, along with the rapid development of biotechnology, there were two bags of fertilizer sprinkled on top, and later there were great druids who specialized in genetics, who developed and cultivated such hybrid rice, which caused the population of the planet to grow rapidly.

After the aliens failed to invade Ceylon from space half a year ago, they hibernated for a while, and four months ago, they tore open windows of the world, large and small, in the sky above this land. The real alien invasion force began to spread out little by little from the interior of the Heavenly Boundary Mountain, eroding the present world.

Today, all the endless rice fields are gone, replaced by a tragic Shura killing field with thousands of miles of floating corpses. The ground was littered with armor wreckage, fragments of ammunition, burning flames, and corpses of Ceylonese natives and aliens. Black smoke billowed from the sky, obscuring the sky, and from time to time various aircraft swept by, dropped bombs, or were shot down by missiles.

This is one of the two major battlefields of Middle-earth, the Southern Meat Grinder.

At this time, it was noon, it was lunch time, and both sides of Middle-earth and the aliens had a tacit truce to start dinner, and there were no low-quality behaviors such as sneak attacks.

On the battlefield in the Southern Regions, the forces on the Middle-earth side are very mixed, including the angel legions sponsored by the Church of Damnation, the volunteers sent by the major forces, and the hot-blooded stragglers from the south and the north, as well as several legions controlled by the association. In addition, there is also a cannon fodder unit that is like a death squad and has a cheap life, called the 'Funeral Army'.

The Funeral Corps is divided into three levels, with occasional difficult missions. The living conditions are very superior. The mid-level leaders who fought on the front line and commanded the cannon fodder to send them to death, as well as the prisoners who were constantly being transported from all over Middle-earth.

Needless to say, the lowest standard cohesion field, each of which is a good person with the miraculous effect of 'stopping children's night crying'. They were regular visitors to the Disaster Questionnaire, and after they were too busy to get involved, they decided to join the association to avoid the limelight. Then he was kicked to the Southern Regions by the association and isolated, and at the same time used as a humanoid nuclear bomb to deter the alien legions.

The middle level is some capable heavy criminals, compared to those high-level masters who come for vacation, they are the ones who were sent to the Southern Regions to atone for their sins. Through one war after another, you can wash away your sins, and if you survive in the end, you can be free.

And the cannon fodder at the bottom are mostly gangsters, thieves, liars, and homeless people in major cities. and beggars, either they are hawkers who are caught by the chengguan because of their legs and feet, or their girlfriends are too beautiful and are forced by a certain second-generation boyfriend. In short, they are the main force of the funeral corps, which perfectly interprets the meaning of the word 'funeral'.

At this moment, when the cannon fodder at the bottom gathered together and squatted in the humble canteen to nibble on pig food. In another palatial living room, four people sit opposite each other. Some are tasting wine with wine glasses, some are leaning on the sofa and eating food, and some are wandering around the world or reading a book.

In the center of the largest couch was a huge fat rabbit. This guy is a giant rabbit youkai with a humanoid form, about two meters tall. The whole body is extremely bloated, the hair is bright pink, the face is full of meat folds like a Shar Pei dog, if it weren't for the two long rabbit ears, just looking at the back to say that it is a bear would be believed.

This giant fat rabbit has a demented look in his eyes. The eye circles are dark, the bags under the eyes are obvious, and it seems that I haven't slept well for a long time. And on its nose, it also has a big red round clown nose, white oil paint on its cheeks, and a clown hat on its head, and it is holding a carrot at the moment, and it is eating without a bite.

Opposite the clown rabbit, a thin, sloppy man hunched cross-legged in his seat with a chicken coop. Compared with the fat rabbit who is depressed and decadent, and his eyes are dazed and melancholy, this man is like a beggar, very obscene and unhygienic. Look at his hairstyle, the heavy oil glues the hair together one by one, and then rubs it into a chic chicken coop shape, which is also mixed with dots of white dandruff. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, he also picked his nose and feet while licking his fingers.

On the other side, a handsome and handsome young man with a pale face and dark green hair was sitting on a seat, holding a magazine of adults and people jointly shot by dozens of monster mothers in Dongzhou, reading with relish, with a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression was indescribably rippling, and he was blind to this good face.

On the opposite side of the handsome young man was a sea tribe with bloodshot eyes and a pointed nose of a jagged swordfish. The guy has no ears on either side of his head, but two rows of gills and a respirator filled with water on the outside, allowing him to 'breathe' freely on land.

Compared with the three who are decadent, obscene, or obscene, and cheap, this sharp-nosed sea tribe has an extremely crazy temperament. I saw him holding a sharp knife that was deboned and scraped the scales, his mouth was thinking about something, his eyes were full of desire to destroy and kill, and he glanced around the hall from time to time, looking like he was on the verge of losing control by killing people anytime and anywhere.

However, the three people in the field turned a blind eye to this, the one who should eat the radish was still eating the radish melancholy, and the one who should pick his feet continued to pick his nostrils and lick his fingers, and the handsome young man didn't know that he turned the page, and he couldn't help but let out a **-like scream, without shame.

At this time, the sloppy man who had licked his fingers made an 'aftertaste' expression, then opened his eyes, looked at the rabbit who was eating the turnip, and said, "Hey, rabbit!

The handsome young man put down the magazine and raised his head: "Oh, newcomer, could it be that you are replacing the 'soup spoon'?"

"Yes!" the scruffy man nodded.

"Spoon, what's wrong with it?" asked the fat rabbit, who had been wandering in the world, finally coming back to his senses, putting down the carrot that had been bitten in half.

"That garbage, it's dead. The serrate-nosed fish-man spoke, a cruel smile on his face, revealing sharp broken teeth.

"The spoon is dead? It knows how to read power, and it can teleport!" the rabbit finally reacted, his face full of disbelief.

"Are you sleeping?Spoon died a week ago, how long is your reflex arc?!" the sloppy man called out in surprise.

"Cheer up, Rabbit, you're a member of the Holy Famine! Deathknell was once in the top ten killers!" the handsome young man encouraged Rabbit.

"How did he die?" the rabbit shook his fat face, and cheered himself up.

"Last week, it went on a mission alone, and as a result, it was hit by the aliens' newly developed 'forbidden demon matrix', and then the field could not be used, the ability was also interfered with, the teleportation direction was wrong, and finally it was continuously bombarded by eighteen Tomahawk-level missiles, and died tragically on the spot. The youth explained.

"When the spoon died, there was no one to cook it for me. As he spoke, a dark tear fell from the corner of the rabbit's eye, and then he began to eat the turnip again.

"That kind of garbage is dead when it dies, I heard that this time it's a big guy, who attacked the sub-base of the Zero Ring some time ago, and even killed their calamity-level guardians. The sloppy man said excitedly.

"Woe to you?!!Is it the 'Lord of the Flies'?" the young man was very well informed, and immediately recalled the information of Cesara.

"It seems to be that guy, woe, and it's a real calamity, stronger than us!" the sloppy man sighed.

"Hmph, level doesn't mean strength, I'll prove it to you!" Sea Clan sneered, the bloodshot in his eyes even more lush.

......

He had arrived in the Southern Regions and was rushing to Cesar, who was reported by the funeral corps, looking through the information in his hand.

The Funeral Corps is divided into two parts, the Cannon Fodder Corps, which specializes in sending themselves to death, and the 'Funeral Squad', which sends the funeral to their opponents. And what he is about to join is naturally a high-end squad.

There are a total of seven members of this team, in addition to the captain Kaz, there is also an assistant to Kaz, the vice captain. The vice-team is a member of the association and belongs to the innocent and righteous people. In addition to this, including myself, there are five tricky problem characters.

The one who replaced him was the weakest in the original, the super-powered thief 'Soup Spoon'. This guy is not strong, he is a kangaroo monster, mainly good at teleportation, fighting with superpowers, barely condensing the field, committing crimes and thefts everywhere, and finally being arrested, and then took the initiative to join the association, and was accidentally killed by a series of eighteen missiles by aliens last week.

In addition, his four future teammates are: radish, dandruff, nan, and relatives eater. (To be continued.) )

PS: A new map has been opened...... Four felons, two of whom are good teammates in the future.