Those simulated hands that turned into little blood and the nuclear corpses that intercepted the flocks of birds were completely suicide attacks.
The eye of a nuclear corpse tornado is hollow, with a vertical height of several hundred meters.
It is funnel-shaped, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
From a few square meters at the top port, it gradually increases to more than ten square meters or dozens of square meters until it reaches the bottom.
It has several hundred square meters, just enough to accommodate five guerrilla ships.
Although the effect of sniping the flock of birds from the top is the best, the number of nuke zombies is the smallest and it is impossible to form a simulated hand with enough lethality.
The base of nuclear corpses at the bottom is the largest, but the space is too large, and it is at the end of the bird attack, and it also cannot intercept it.
The most suitable interception position is the middle and upper section of the eye of the wind.
Nuclear corpses of this height can leap into the air from the surrounding wind walls, which is the perfect combination of quantity, space and strength, and can exert maximum combat power.
However, "they" lost the support of centripetal force and would fall to death even if they did not come into contact with the flock of birds.
Under the fanatical will, "they" only knew that there was a king and did not know death.
In the shape of giant hands, they gathered around one after another, strangled with the lightning form of the flock of birds, and squeezed every white-eyed bird alive.
They formed clumps, bit into pieces, and threw their bodies to the ground.
No matter it is the human world or other biospheres, the existence at the top of the pyramid always steps on countless corpses.
This is an eternal truth of the universe.
The five guerrilla ships kept washing the portholes with high-pressure air, and the upward shooting ports were filled with flesh and blood.
The soldiers' eyes were so tired that they could not bear to blink.
These young soldiers from their hometown followed Xiao Ming to fight in Europe and Asia.
They have long been accustomed to the cruelty of war.
However, such nuclear mutant ethnic wars have repeatedly refreshed the limits of their imagination.
"Is this a battle of gods or a battle of hell?
We have no part in it," Xiao Wu kept exclaiming.
"That's wrong, it's Xiao Ming's battle.
Our third brother is the commander-in-chief," the fat man retorted proudly.
In the No. 3 ship, Rose has not given the order to open fire.
Firstly, she is worried about accidentally injuring friendly forces with nuclear zombies.
Secondly, as Xiao Wu said, human soldiers have no place to play.
"Puff, puff" more nuclear corpses and bird corpses fell to the ground and were smashed into flesh.
The extremely rich smell of blood filled the bottom of the eye of the storm.
It seemed that even the air was thicker, and every air molecule was stained with blood factors.
If it were a human being in it, he would already vomit.
But for the Nuclear Corpse and the Vampire Clan, it is as sweet as sugar.
Xiao Ming took a deep breath intoxicated, and his face shone with bloodthirsty light.
He wished he could let Xiao Xue give him the control of the simulated hand, and at the same time reminded her: "Don't forget to summon the nuclear corpse."
Xiaoxue no longer had the time to respond to him.
His stream of consciousness suddenly surged, and a powerful will erupted outward: "The king is calling you all to come to me, come to me, come to me."
The will of this Dao King radiates to millions of square kilometers of surrounding land at the speed of light.
What is this concept?
The area of Western Europe is only 5 million square kilometers, and the entire European continent is only 10 million square kilometers.
Outside the area summoned by Little Blood, due to the ravages of the Living Dead Tree, countless nuclear zombies, nuclear zombies, mutants, and primate nuclear mutant animals hiding in ruins, wilderness, and mountains almost shuddered simultaneously. , all looked in the same direction telepathically.
The "King" was calling.
The originally frightened, numb, and empty eyes seemed to be ignited with raging flames, becoming fearless and fanatical.
The hands, feet, and limbs of different shapes began to run and accelerate from all directions, rushing towards the king.
Among them, a small number of vampires also heard Xiaoxue's call.
They were only slightly stunned, then went their own way and ignored it.
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Xiao Ming sensed that a wider range of fanaticism was gathering and moving closer to him.
The number was at least another million troops.
He was ecstatic in his heart: "Xiao Xue, good job."
However, Xiaoxue's condition was not bad.
His body that was originally trembling slightly became more obvious, and it became difficult to control the movements of his simulated hands.
Xiao Ming's heart tightened, and she clearly felt that because of the diversion and exertion of force, her stream of consciousness consumed more energy, and was infinitely close to the critical point.
After all, she is not a god, but a body of flesh and blood, and she always has her own limits
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