Bai Lang launched a light skill and directly escaped from the ant hell - these ants will use pheromones to summon their own kind even if they die, unless they reach a range, which may have all the ants in a range of tens of square kilometers - but in this case, it is possible to lead to the ant king and the queen.

"If you are short of money in the future, you can do this - the big jaws of the king and the reproductive cavity and ovaries of the queen are valuable things. Bai Lang's toes were on the ground a little, and then he swept out more than ten zhang.

Although this place is dangerous, it is not very dense with dangerous "things". The most are the clusters of coal buckets, and as the white waves gradually go deeper, the coal hoppers begin to be invisible.

Now in the wilderness, Bai Lang saw the smoke and dust in the distance. Along with this smoke and dust was the rumbling sound, the sound of a steam engine, and the white waves had seen what was coming - trucks, steam trucks.

These things were larger than an internal combustion engine truck, with a one-man boiler behind the front and a compact combustion chamber in which the coal was in half a body and fed into the furnace by a geared belt. The other half of the body is fitted with an exaggerated-looking Gatling.

Gatling, who was actually driven by a belt, looked at the bright canvas elastic chain, and Bai Lang also sighed. There were no glass windows in the front of the car, but there was a roof, and the two seats inside were empty. Bai Lang saw that there seemed to be a perforated strip in the driver's seat, constantly circulating in a certain machine.

"Sure enough, the hardcore can be!" Bai Lang exclaimed, this steam truck is full of treasures, and the whole body can be recycled. The complete steam truck that was paralyzed and captured, and the brain of the punching machine was turned off, and it could be used directly, which can be regarded as a sought-after commodity in the wilderness.

There's nothing weak about this thing, it's not a creature, trolls are of little use to it, and the price of a broken machine is at least half off. Melee combat should work, smash the punch brain and it will be paralyzing. Bai Lang was much more agile than this truck, and after he casually circled twice, he knew that this thing was weak to him.

Don't look at the spikes in the doors, the striking angles on the front of the car, and the Gatling in the body that is constantly firing and spinning, but the steering of this thing is really not very flexible, especially since the suspension of this thing is quite stiff - it's just a spring, not a leaf spring.

Even if these trucks appeared together, it was still nothing to Bai Lang, and these three trucks would be a mess in the battle. The killing intent of the Nandou White Tiger Fist is useless to the machine, this is a privilege only available to cultivating the Nandou Train Cannon.

Dealing with this kind of thing is definitely a big advantage for the Nandou train artillery.

The White Tiger Fist and the Golden Bell Jar don't hurt to eat a few bullets, and even the bullets will be bounced back to cause ricochet damage. But Bai Lang didn't need that, just a few rounds he rubbed himself and jumped into the cockpit, directly pulling off the constantly circulating punching strap on the punching machine, and the truck stopped immediately.

Three trucks, one was damaged by bullets from other trucks, and two were stopped by Bai Lang. "This thing is really not friendly to the driver. Bai Lang felt the hot temperature on the backrest - yes, the back of the backrest was attached to the boiler, basically treating the driver like a small fish sticker.

And one person can't open it, because the punching machine is stopped, so the feeding belt is also stopped, and someone has to shovel coal manually. And the clutch of this truck is very hard, Bai Lang has no problem changing gears casually, but if you change to an ordinary person, you have to use the hammer.

The truck is indeed valuable, but it is a large item, and Bai Lang can't drive it back alone, so he can only lament and throw them in the wilderness. "That's right, the steam machines that were destroyed in the past are gone, could it be that there are still steam machines scavenging in this wilderness?"

The premise of this is also because Bai Lang hasn't seen other scavengers until now, and he has always been alone.

There is not only Gatling in the body of the truck, sometimes there is some garbage, Bai Lang found a morning star from nowhere, the hammer head the size of a melon is full of round and blunt nails, it is really a generation of murder weapons, "How can there be a thirty or forty pounds, enough to smash things." ”

It was also when Bai Lang was a garbage guy that there was a change in the "Guangzhou City".

The prefect of Guangzhou in the city was assassinated, and it was four people who shot and forcibly killed the prefect under heavy protection. The prefect's own force is not worth mentioning, but his ability to protect is not small. Now after these four have won the first blow, they are facing the emerging "strongmen".

It was a steam toilet armor, which looked like a toilet, with a small steam engine on the back, and there should be a driver in it with hands and feet. The whole thing seems to be cute, but the assassin who is fighting them doesn't think it's cute at all.

Whether it's a palm technique or a fist technique, hitting the armor of these things doesn't work at all - originally these martial arts are all the way to crush dozens of miles, but here they are just fists and feet. The flames and ice brought up in the martial arts, and even the lightning are not very effective on these armors, but the physical weapons can still cause some damage.

These toilets are constantly spewing steam, and their attacks are very fierce, those flames and ice are broken with a single blow, and only the qi on the flesh can resist the attack. The martial arts that are confusing are useless, and those martial arts that contain "Tao" are only reduced to hard fighting and killing in the end.

"Let's go!" a tall young man swung a knife, and the long knife weighing more than 100 catties turned into thunder, directly enveloping the toilet in front of him - but most of the thunder damage was led into the ground by the thin sharp horns on the top of the toilet bowl.

The heavy long knife slashed at a toilet bowl and broke through the surface armor, but when it was about to slash it with force, it was blocked by the axe gun in the toilet bowl's hand. "The world is a different place!" said one of the four.

"If this Thunder Knife Knife Technique is changed to other worlds, there are hundreds and thousands of such things are also a knife, and I never thought that I couldn't even cut a toilet here! The young man with the knife smiled bitterly, "This is still a thunder knife, if you use that causal knife, it will be useless - this thing has no cause and effect!"

In short, the assassination went well, but the escape was very embarrassing.

With a muffled snort, one of the four suddenly twisted his figure, and he hurriedly slapped a palm on his heart, and then another on his buttocks, and immediately spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth and pulled out a long fart behind him - the blood turned into a strange flesh mass full of eyes before it could hit the ground, and then disappeared into a wisp of green smoke in a strange cry.