"Tonight I will raise my butcher knife and kill the fallen paradise~"
"The victory at dawn tomorrow will be dedicated to my baby~"
"I know that we will be separated the day after tomorrow afternoon~"
"Let's say goodbye with bullets~"
A strange song, mixed with a strange tune, as a noisy background sound, echoed in the car of a speeding waste truck amidst the harsh melody of death heavy metal music.
Jiang Xia doesn't like this kind of screaming music at all.
Even if your job in the previous life was selling death.
But he totally couldn't appreciate this kind of music that could bring the dead back to life.
He felt that the roaring tone was like a red-hot sword, piercing into his brain through his ears, messing up his brain, and then pulling it out with blood and brain matter.
But there's no way.
This is what the wasteland is like. If you don’t listen to this kind of stuff here, it means you have given up the last bit of "gentle" enjoyment.
Boss Jiang was sitting in the bumpy back seat with an expressionless face.
Being surrounded by the moon is even more exaggerated.
He wore a steel helmet and a half mask made in the shape of a skull, covering his chin and mouth, and plugged his ears tightly with earplugs to prevent his brain from being polluted by this "music".
Roger didn't care.
He was used to it a long time ago.
At this moment, he was holding a modified pulse rifle and sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, while Su, who was driving, was as silent as ever, wearing the same mask as Ruyue.
However, judging from the way he kept standing on tiptoe, he was quite enjoying this long-lost "hometown" style.
The heavy truck he was driving seemed to be accelerating in time with the exciting music. Its heavy tracked wheels brought up a blanket storm of yellow sand in the endless desert.
At the same time, two tire tracks were left behind.
The ruts of the lead car had not yet been blown away by the rough wind.
It was also stepped on by a dozen or so Wasteland Bigfoots following behind the truck. Their big wheels created even more noisy wakes as they rolled over, blowing the wind and sand even farther away.
The huge convoy was like a snake swimming in a sandstorm, but with the chip positioning its direction, it would not get lost.
That’s not all.
With the material support from Kunlun Square, Rogge spent clean water and money lavishly, and this time he recruited almost all the rangers in the entire Death Desert.
There were a lot of them, about three or four hundred in number.
Except for some who drove scrapped modified cars, most of them rode motorcycles.
In the sandstorm of the rear convoy, these Wasteland Knights were cavalrymen in scattered formation, guarding on both sides of the Black Hand's armored convoy.
But more like a group of greedy, shameless locusts.
Black Hand will lose this battle.
They will never hesitate for a second when it comes to changing camp and taking advantage of the situation.
Lao Jiang turned his head.
Looking out of the car window, at the edge of the blown sand, there were seven or eight flashy desert motorcycles, shouting and driving side by side.
Those wasteland rangers wore dirty windbreakers, visors and sunglasses, or simply wore iron masks like samurai, and carried a mess of weapons in their hands, looking like a group of lawless gangs.
The brother in the lead might have drunk too much last night.
I'm still hungover now.
He was as strong as a bear, wearing a black leather jacket that exposed his hairy and muscular arms, and riding a very classic high-top motorcycle.
In front of the motorcycle, there is a strange gray skull decoration, which looks like it was taken out of the head of some giant insect, and there is also a large speaker mounted in front of the motorcycle.
As the car continued to run, the speakers continued to release worse music.
Behind the drunk driving, a bitch with smoky makeup was hugging the hungover man with her hands covered with messy tattoos.
Maybe he felt he was being watched.
The woman turned her head and blew a kiss to Lao Jiang who was sitting in the truck.
Very sexy.
“I like that car.”
Jiang Xia looked at the tall motorcycle with admiration.
explain:
"V22R, if I'm not mistaken. Unfortunately, it can't breathe fire, transform, or come to save my life at the critical moment.
And the car was modified to be ugly.
If it could talk, it would surely be crying and begging me to shoot it and die in the flames rather than following this filthy fellow.
It’s a complete waste of a classic.”
"It will be yours soon."
Roger, who had his eyes closed, did not even look at it and said:
"That guy was sent by Emma. He is said to be the most violent killer under the Eternal Life Society."
"Well, that's good news."
Jiang Xia finally had a smile on his face and said:
"There is no better way to boost morale than promising rewards before a big battle. Lao Luo, you really understand me. How long will it take?
The bumpy ride almost made me vomit my leftover food.”
"Huh? Did you eat last night?"
Roger's tone became playful, and the bad guy said:
"I thought you were tired last night.
I probably forgot to tell you that the soundproofing in that room is not very good. Ruyue is such a good girl, but she got stuck in a pile of cow dung like you. If I were ten years younger, what would you have done?"
"You think too much."
Jiang Xia said expressionlessly:
"Last night I was just... well, I was practicing anyway. You don't understand."
"Whatever you say, I don't understand."
Rogge laughed, and his laughter was full of ambiguity, but he soon became serious. A set of topographic map data of the edge of the desert was sent to Jiang Xia and Ruyue's frequency band.
As Lao Jiang opened the three-dimensional topographic map in his left eye, Rogge's voice rang out:
“In an hour at most, we will reach the border.
Emma must be ready to "welcome" us, but two months ago, we blew up two robot factories there.
Therefore, the military force she could mobilize was less than two-thirds of her full strength, and she had to disperse it to defend several breakthrough points.
Let the cannon fodder charge first, and then we'll break in."
"Seven strongholds, so scattered?"
Lao Jiang looked at the marked target and the undulating hilly terrain in front of him and said:
"You said before that this is the edge of the area controlled by the Eternal Life Society. It's a chaotic area where all kinds of scum gather. So, who will those scum help during the battle?"
“They don’t obey any party.
Before, there were people from the Brotherhood of Law who were 'preaching' here. The crazy teachings of those cannibals were very much to their liking, and they pursued a law of 'extreme freedom'.
Simply put, no brains.
Moreover, the group is in disarray and is constantly fighting among itself.”
Roger said calmly:
“So, they will probably attack both sides at the same time, grab enough things in the chaos, and then escape before the two sides can decide the outcome.
Anyway, don't worry about them.
It poses no threat.
After we take over the mess zone, they will come back and continue to be the same as before, content to be rats and eat scraps.
While indulging in virtual enjoyment, he was plotting to knock off the heads of the people around him.
They are very loyal to the roles they play, live every day "seriously" and never think too much.
Its existence and death have exactly the same value.
All zero.”
Like a melancholy poet, after speaking a long paragraph, Rogge turned around and looked at the frowning Old Jiang during the bumpy ride. He smiled and asked:
"You don't understand, do you?"
"I think you're crazy."
Jiang Xia said truthfully:
“Yes, I really don’t understand it.
From the moment we entered the wasteland, you told me that you hated the illusions of this world, but after all, I have not seen with my own eyes what you hate."
"That's why I said that you haven't adapted to this world."
Roger shrugged and said:
“But it doesn’t matter. After this battle and the occupation of the Chaos Zone, our chip will be able to access the Elysian Space. Then, I will take you to see the beauty built on despair.
It will definitely open your eyes.
Believe me.
At that time, a smart person like you would surely understand my despair."
"Since we're about to go to war, and a deflected stray bullet can kill you, so don't plant the flag, okay?"
Jiang Xia glanced at Roger and said:
"I'll take a nap. Call me when we get to the battlefield."
After saying this, Jiang Xia closed his eyes, let his soul sink into the sea of ​​consciousness, blocked his hearing, and while circulating his spiritual power, he quickly entered into a state of meditation like Zen.
He was learning those obscure Mohist spells in his sea of ​​consciousness. This world had five times more time to use, and Lao Jiang didn't want to waste it.
When you are alone, time always passes quickly.
"Bang"
The violent explosion caused the waste truck to come to an abrupt halt.
The strong feeling of being pushed on the back woke Jiang Xia up from his sea of ​​consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, the ring flashed and an electromagnetic heavy sniper jumped into his hand.
There is no need to even aim, the muzzle composed of three silver-gray rails is already pointing forward.
The moment his divine consciousness spread out, he captured the target.
"Buzz"
Amid the sound of light electromagnetic surges, the triangular projectile made of tungsten gold was instantly accelerated and given destructive kinetic energy in the strong magnetic field outlined by the megaampere current.
The shot pierced the windshield of the waste truck.
Amid the sound of shattering, the bullet flew at supersonic speed and accurately smashed the chest of an Eternal Life Society fanatic who was rushing out of the wind and sand one hundred and fifty meters away.
The sudden death made that guy unable to 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 fired at the truck flew obliquely into the sky as the shooter fell.
After a few seconds of Brownian motion, it plunged into the unlucky guy's back, causing a terrible explosion.
The extremely penetrating bullet fired by the electromagnetic heavy sniper did not stop after tearing the torso of the first unlucky guy apart. It continued to howl forward like a violent little devil.
Tear away everything that's blocking your way.
Whether it's flesh and blood, or steel.
Or something else.
After tearing apart at least six people along the way, it slammed into a roaring Bigfoot tank, and then blew away the four people sitting on it with a horrifying explosion.
This group of unlucky guys took off from Wuhu and landed in at least seventeen different places.
But Lao Jiang's exquisite shooting was just an inconspicuous killing in the chaotic battle, and the battlefield did not even stop for a second to cheer for this shot.
Sue kicked open the truck door.
He used too much force and caused the truck door to fly off.
The young man jumped into the sand, casually pulled out the anti-tank rocket on his back, raised his hand, aimed, and fired, all in one go.
The moment the rocket flew out, the launch tube was thrown away, hitting the ground and splashing dust.
Su grabbed the two ray rifles at his waist and rushed towards the noisy crowd and chaotic battlefield in front of him like a beast.
Rogge, like an old gentleman, slowly held up his pulse rifle, pushed open the car door like a gentleman, jumped out, then raised the rifle in his hand, held a cigar in his mouth, and fired a scatter shot at the chaotic battlefield in front of him.
He doesn't care about hurting his own people.
With one shot, he emptied the twenty rounds of energy magazine and instantly cleared out the desperadoes rushing in front of him. He then skillfully connected the fuse of the energy backpack behind him to the rifle.
The black fox even had time to whistle an unpleasant whistle.
With a wave of his hand, under the cover of firepower from the silent Black Hand soldiers who were surging behind him, he rushed towards the battlefield in the wind and sand.
A dozen Bigfoots had stopped on all sides of the truck, and the heavy laser motorcycles added to the roofs were sweeping over like sickles, and there were also the sounds of large-caliber gunpowder weapons firing.
At the edge of the Death Desert, the enemy had obviously carefully prepared an ambush, and the moment the two sides encountered each other, they used their highest firepower as a welcome.
Amid the roar of the rocket launch.
At least twenty rockets were fired towards the truck where Jiang Xia was.
On the top of the truck, fixed on the edge-welded launch pads on the left and right sides, two powerful six-barreled machine guns were operated by Black Hand slave warriors.
Sweeping towards the sky with a low roar.
The continuous explosions surged in the wind and sand, like vicious fireworks blooming.
A considerable portion of the steel produced from smelting ore in Kunlun Square over the past few months was sent to the wasteland, so Rogge already had a greater advantage in firepower before setting off.
"Snap"
Jiang Xia patted Ruyue's buttocks and said:
"Go ahead, fight, and be careful."
"Be careful, boss."
The delicate Ruyue jumped out of the truck effortlessly carrying a heavy M249 rifle. Jiang Xia shrugged and stretched.
The moment he jumped out of the truck, he was hit by three or four lasers in front of him.
The translucent Su Yi spiritual shield began to ripple. He raised his head and looked at the Eternal Life Society wretch rushing in from the chaotic sandstorm.
The latter also looked in amazement at the spiritual shield surging like water waves in front of Jiang Xia, with an incredible expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Who is this guy?
What's that thing in front of him?
Some new kind of personal energy matrix?
No way!
I haven't heard that Black Hand could develop this kind of black technology?
"Hello, everyone."
Jiang Xia chuckled and greeted the enemy politely.
In the shining light of the ring, a brand new, black, heavy six-barreled machine gun jumped into his hands after this magic-like performance.
Lao Jiang's hand grasped the launching handle.
The people in front of him reacted very quickly. They raised the fancy pulse rifles in their hands and shot at Jiang Xia. However, as the rays flew, the Su Yi Spirit Shield remained as solid as a rock.
Ripples danced on its surface.
Just like the surface of the water after a light rain, it is so beautiful.
And the moment they saw the black muzzle of the six-barreled machine gun pointed at them and began to rotate, despair suddenly flashed in the eyes of these Eternal Life Society scum.
They know.
They are finished.