"Well, I better not touch this vampire sister."
Jiji stuck out her tongue and made a face at Xiao Ming.
When Xiao Ming heard him call the female vampire his sister, he felt indescribably awkward.
He really regarded her as a human being.
The most awkward thing is that this vampire sister, he should call it sister, no longer seems to resist him grabbing its tail.
Not long after, the head of state's motorcade arrived at the crossroads, the sound of gunfire became clearer, and the army of living dead trees was approaching.
Originally, even if he stayed behind, Xiao Ming's stream of consciousness could cover the front line.
However, in order to increase the attack distance and create a sense of urgency for himself, it was natural to get as close to the enemy as possible.
At the same time, at the forefront of the cross, various artillery fires were fired in parallel, intertwining into a dense fire network, tenaciously blocking the enemy.
The giant vine network formed by countless living dead trees faced the fierce artillery fire, ignoring the front end that was riddled with holes, and advanced slowly and unhurriedly.
Their moving speed seems slow, but it is very strange.
They have advanced a lot in the blink of an eye, as if they have traveled through time and space.
This is by no means a normal way of moving forward.
Instead, it uses the unprecedented mass and the huge inertia generated by it, and is driven by the combined force of countless roots to achieve a teleportation that is beyond the judgment of the naked eye.
Moreover, it is completely different from the earth-shattering super riot of the nuclear mutant army.
The offensive of the living dead tree army is like a spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently, even in the face of the bombardment, it is like taking a leisurely stroll.
The shells hit the front end of the vine net.
Although the roots and branches were blown away and the sound was deafening, the ground did not shake at all because all the impact of the explosion was buffered and offset by the entire vine net.
Only in this way does it become more terrifying.
It seems that nothing can stop this tide of extinction.
Behind the dense ring-shaped power grid, more than three hundred mecha soldiers stood solemnly, with giant swords in their hands glowing with cold light.
Around them, the attire of the brother troops and militiamen had changed.
The originally close-fitting gray-white combat uniforms seemed to have been inflated, bulging, and looked quite bulky.
This was because a thermal layer was added inside.
It turns out that before today's battle started, the wartime headquarters issued an order for all troops to dress according to severe cold conditions and prepare in advance for the opening of the freezing defense line.
After the baptism of the 0-day battle, the nerves of the officers and soldiers became much tougher.
They stared coldly at such a terrifying enemy and were determined never to take a step back.
According to the orders of the wartime headquarters, the crossroad defense line must be held for more than half an hour at all costs to buy time for the next step of operational deployment.
The vine net approached the power grid, and the huge brown shadow and the dancing roots of the demons were reflected on everyone's retinas.
The pairs of eyes of different colors shrank in unison, spraying out the anger of hatred.
The Guards commander raised his giant sword high and shouted: "Get ready to fight."
The mecha soldiers' sword and umbrella formations immediately unfolded to protect their comrades behind them.
"Long live mankind!"
the officers and soldiers shouted, and all the light and heavy weapons fired at the same time.
Together with the blue arc of the power grid, they formed a denser firepower network, blocking the incoming force of the vine net.
"Da da da", "chu tu tu", "duh duh duh" However, even the densest firepower network cannot be without gaps.
The vine net was like a huge living creature.
It trembled, and thousands of ferocious curly roots emerged, turning into straight long whips and attacking at every opportunity.
Those thick roots were either intercepted by the power grid or shattered by the fire net, but many of the thin roots caught in them took advantage of the gap and entered the formation, crossing over with lightning speed.
The sword and umbrella formations of the Guards pounced on other troops and militiamen who had no cover.
Science subjects don’t understand the black arts of liberal arts.
Thanks to “Grassland on Daqing Mountain” for reminding me, the refrigerant error has been changed.
Hehe, this is the rhythm of writing nuclear zombies into a hard science fiction.
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