Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 219 215. Out of the Desert [3741]

  "Tonight I will raise the butcher knife and kill to the fallen heaven~"

  "Victory at dawn tomorrow, dedicated to my baby~"

   "I know, the next afternoon is the time of separation~"

   "Let's say goodbye with bullets~"

  Weird-looking songs, mixed with weird-looking tunes, with a noisy background sound, echoed in the car of the galloping wasteland truck in the harsh melody of death heavy metal music.

  Jiang Xia doesn't like this roaring music at all.

  Even if the previous life did the job of selling death.

  But he can't appreciate this kind of music that can bring the dead to life.

  He felt that this roaring tone was like a burning sword, piercing his brain fiercely from his ears. After making a mess of his own brain, he pulled it out with blood and brain pulp.

   But no way.

  Wasteland is this kind of hanging sample. If you don't listen to this kind of thing here, it means that you have abandoned the last bit of "gentle" enjoyment.

  Boss Jiang was expressionless at the meeting, sitting on the bumpy back seat.

  The moon around him is even more exaggerated.

  Wearing a steel helmet, wearing a half-mask made of a skull, covering the chin and mouth, and at the same time plugging the ears tightly with earplugs, so as not to be contaminated by these "music".

  Rogge didn't care.

  He has long been used to it.

  He would hold the modified pulse rifle and sit in the co-pilot with his eyes closed and rested, while Su who drove was as silent as ever, wearing the same mask as Ruyue.

  But from his constant tiptoes, it can be seen that he enjoys this long-lost "hometown" style.

  This heavy truck driven by him seems to also follow the passionate music, stepping on the heavy tracked wheels that are accelerating up and down, and bringing up an overwhelming yellow sand storm in the endless desert.

  Leave two ruts behind him at the same time.

  The rut of the lead car has not been blown away by the harsh wind.

   was stepped on by more than a dozen wasteland bigfoot that followed behind the truck. When their big wheels ran over, they brought up a noisier wake and drove the wind and sand farther.

  The huge convoy is like snakes swimming in the sandstorm, but with the heading of the chip positioning, it will not be lost.

  That's not all.

  Rogge had Kunlunfang's material support, waving clean water and banknotes lavishly, and this time almost all the rangers of the entire Dead Desert were recruited.

  There are a lot of them, there are three to four hundred people.

  Except for some modified vehicles that drove wasteland, most of them were riding motorcycles.

  In the dust storm of the rear convoy, these wasteland knights are cavalry in a dispersed formation, guarding both sides of the armored convoy of the Black Hand.

   But it is more like a group of greedy locusts without shame.

  If the black hand will lose this battle.

  They change their camps, and when they take advantage of the fire, they will never hesitate for a second.

  Lao Jiang turned his head.

  Looking out from the car window, on the edge of the windy sand that was rolled up, there were seven or eight dressed-up desert motorcycles, yelling and driving side by side.

  The wasteland rangers wear dirty windbreakers, face masks and sunglasses, or simply wear iron masks like samurai, with messy weapons in their hands, like a group of lawless gangs.

The brother headed by    may have drunk too much last night.

  This will still be a hangover.

  He is as strong as a bear, he is wearing a black leather jacket, his arms full of hair and muscles are exposed, and he is riding a very classic high-head motorcycle.

  In front of the motorcycle, there is a weird gray skull for decoration, which looks like it was taken out of the head of some kind of big bug, and there is also a big speaker, which is placed in front of the motorcycle.

  With the continuous Mercedes-Benz, the speakers continue to release worse music.

  Behind the drunk driving a car, a **** with smoky makeup is embracing the hangover man with her hands full of messy tattoos.

  Probably felt the gaze.

  The woman turned her head and blew a kiss to Lao Jiang who was sitting in the truck.

  Full of showy air.

   "I like that car."

   Jiang Xia looked at the tall motorcycle with admiring eyes.

Say:

   "V22R, if I read it right. Unfortunately, it will not breathe fire, will not transform, and will not come to save my life at the critical moment.

  And the car was changed too ugly.

  If it can talk, now it must be crying and begging me to give it a shot, and be buried in the flames, it’s better than following this dishonest guy.

   is totally ruining the classics. "

   "It will be yours soon."

  Rogue, who closed his eyes and meditation, didn’t even look at it, and said:

   "That guy, sent by Emma, ​​is said to be the most violent killer under the Immortal Society."

   "Well, this is good news."

   Jiang Xia finally had a smile on her face, he said:

   "There is no better way to boost morale than promised rewards before the war. Luo Luo, you really understand me. How long will it take to arrive?

  This way, I almost spit out the overnight meal. "

   "Huh? Did you eat last night?"

  Rogge’s tone became playful, and the bad guy said:

   "I thought you were tired all night last night.

  I probably forgot to tell you that the soundproofing of the room is not very good. The girl like the moon is so good, stuck in your cow dung, if I am ten years younger, what can you do? "

"You think too much."

   Jiang Xia said blankly:

   "It was just um last night. In short, it was practice, you don't understand."

   "Whatever you say, I don't understand anyway."

  Roge haha ​​laughed, the laughter was full of ambiguity, but soon he got serious, and a set of topographic map data on the edge of the desert was sent to the frequency bands of Jiangxia and Ruyue.

  As Lao Jiang opened the three-dimensional topographic map in the left-eye horizon, Roger's voice immediately sounded:

  "At most an hour later, we will reach the border.

  Emma must be ready to'greet' us, but two months ago, the two robot factories over there were blown up by us.

  So the force she can mobilize is less than two-thirds of the heyday, and she has to spread to several breakthrough points to defend.

  First let the cannon fodder rush in, and then we burst in. "

   "Seven strongholds, so scattered?"

  Lao Jiang looked at the marked target and the undulating hilly terrain. He said:

   "You said before that this is the edge zone controlled by the Immortal Society, a chaotic area, where all kinds of scum gathers. Then, who will those scum help when fighting?"

  "They do not obey either side.

  The people who had the Brotherhood of Law ‘preached’ here, the crazy doctrines of those cannibals are very appetizing for these guys, and they follow a kind of ‘extreme freedom’ principle.

  To put it simply, no brains.

   And a plate of loose sand, endless infighting. "

  Rogge said calmly:

   "So, they will probably attack both sides at the same time, grab enough things in the chaos, and then run away before the two sides have a result.

  In short, don't worry about them.

   is not a threat.

  After we occupy the chaotic zone, they will come back and continue to be the same as before, content to be a rat and eat some leftovers.

   While immersed in virtual enjoyment, he conspired to knock off the brains of people around him.

  They are very loyal to the role they play, and live every day ‘seriously’, never thinking too much.

  The value of existence and death is exactly the same.

   is all zero. "

  Like a melancholy poet, after speaking a long paragraph, Rogge turned his head, amidst the bumps, looking at the frowning Lao Jiang, he smiled and asked:

   "You can't understand, can you?"

   "I think you are crazy."

   Jiang Xia said truthfully:

   "Yes, I really don't understand it.

  From the moment you entered the wasteland, you told me that you hate the illusion of this world, but after all, I haven't seen what you hate with my own eyes. "

   "That's why I said, you have not adapted to this world."

  Rogge shrugged and said:

  "But it’s okay. After this battle, we occupy the chaotic zone, and our chip can be connected to the bliss space. Then, I will take you to see the beauty based on despair.

  You will definitely be eye-opening.

Trust me.

  At that time, a smart person like you would surely understand my despair. "

   "Because we are about to go to war, and as long as a deflected stray bullet can solve you, so don't plant the flag, okay?"

   Jiang Xia glanced at Roger and said:

   "I will sleep for a while, and call me when I get to the battlefield."

   After finishing speaking, Jiang Xia closed his eyes, his soul sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, closed his hearing, and quickly entered meditation like meditation while working his spiritual power.

  He is learning those obscure Mohist spells in the sea of ​​knowledge. This world has five times the time available, and Lao Jiang doesn't want to waste it.

   When alone, time always passes quickly.

"boom"

  The violent explosion stopped the advance of the wasteland truck abruptly.

   A strong feeling of pushing back, awakened Jiang Xia from the sea of ​​knowledge. The moment he opened his eyes, the light of the ring flashed, and an electromagnetic sniper jumped into his hand.

  You don’t even need to aim, the muzzle composed of three silver-gray rails has been pointed forward.

  Divine Mind dissipated for a moment, and then captured the target.

  "Om"

   In the light electromagnetic surge sound, the triangular projectile made of tungsten gold is instantly accelerated in the strong magnetic field outlined by the mega-ampere current, and gives the kinetic energy of destruction.

  This shot pierced the windshield of the wasteland truck.

  Amidst the sound of shattering, the projectile flew at supersonic speed, accurately smashing the chest of the immortal fanatic who was rushing out of the wind and sand one hundred and fifty meters away.

   Sudden death, that guy couldn't hold the RPG in his hand.

  But the trigger that had been pulled could not be retracted, so the missile that was supposed to be shot at the truck, as the shooter fell, flew obliquely into the sky.

  After a few seconds of Brownian motion, he plunged his head behind the unlucky ghost and caused a tragic explosion.

  The extremely penetrating projectile fired by the electromagnetic heavy sniper shredded the torso of the first unlucky person, but did not stop. It looked like a violent little demon, and continued to howl forward.

  Tear open everything that is blocking the way in front of you.

  Whether it is flesh and blood, steel.

   or something else.

  After tearing at least six people all the way, it blasted on a roaring Bigfoot fuel tank, and then blew out the four people sitting on it in a terrifying explosion.

  This wave of unlucky ghosts took off from Wuhu, and then landed in at least seventeen different places.

   But Lao Jiang’s exquisite shooting was just an unremarkable killing in the chaotic battle, and the battlefield did not even cheer for the suspension of this shot for a second.

  Su kicked open the truck door.

  Excessive force, directly let the truck door fly out.

  The young man jumped into the sand, pulled out the anti-tank rocket behind his back, raised his hand, aimed, and launched, all in one go.

The moment the rocket flew out, the launch tube was thrown away, hit the ground, and splashed dust.

  Su grabbed the two ray rifles on his waist, like a beast, and slew towards the noisy crowd and the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

  Rogge was like an old gentleman, slowly carrying the pulse rifle, the gentleman pushed the door open, jumped down, then raised the rifle in his hand, dangling a cigar, and diverted towards the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

  I don’t even care about hurting myself.

   One hit emptied the 20 launch line of the energy magazine, emptied the desperadoes rushing in front of him in a flash, and skillfully connected the lead of the energy backpack behind him to the rifle.

  The black fox even has a spare time to blow a bad whistle.

   With a wave of his hand, the silent Black Hand Society soldiers burst into the battlefield under the cover of the firepower of the silent Black Hand Society fighters.

   More than a dozen Bigfoot have been parked on all sides of the truck, and the heavy laser locomotive attached to the roof swept past like a sickle, and there was the sound of large-caliber gunpowder weapons firing.

  On the edge of the desert of death, the opponents clearly prepared an ambush carefully, and at the moment they met, they took out the highest firepower as a welcome.

  In the roar of the rocket's bullet nest.

  At least twenty rockets were fired at the truck where Jiang Xia was.

  On the top of the truck, the left and right sides are fixed on the launch pad with welded edges. Two powerful six-barrel cannons are controlled by slave fighters of the Black Hand Society.

   swept to the sky in a low roar.

  Continuous explosions surged in the wind and sand, just like bad fireworks blooming.

  Kunlunfang's iron and steel after smelting the ore in the past few months, a considerable part of it has been sent to the wasteland, so Rogge has a greater advantage in firepower before setting off.

"Snapped"

   Jiang Xia patted Ruyue’s buttocks and said:

   "Go, fight, be careful."

   "The boss is also careful."

  The delicate Kiyue, this would effortlessly carry a heavy M249 rifle and jumped out of the truck. Jiang Xia shrugged and stretched.

  As soon as he jumped out of the truck, he was hit by three or four lasers in front of him.

  The translucent plain-clothed spirit shield made waves. He raised his head and looked at the few immortal clubs rushing from the chaotic sand.

  The latter also looked at Jiang Xia's spirit shield like a wave of water in shock, with an incredible expression on his face.

  Who is this guy?

  What is the stuff in front of him?

  A new type of personal energy matrix?

No way!

  Have you heard that Black Hand will develop this kind of black technology?

   "Hi, everyone."

   Jiang Xia chuckled lightly and greeted the enemy politely.

  In the shining stream of Najie, a new, black, heavy six-barreled cannon jumped into his hands, after this magic-like performance.

  Lao Jiang's hand held the firing handle.

  The few people in front of them reacted extremely quickly. They lifted the smeared pulse rifle in their hands and shot them at Jiang Xia, but the Suyi Spirit Shield was still solid in the ray.

  It's surface pulsates little by little.

  Like the water surface under light rain, it is really beautiful.

  As soon as they saw the black muzzle of the six-barreled machine gun aiming at them and starting to spin, the eyes of these immortal wills suddenly flashed despair.

they know.

  They are done.

  (End of this chapter)