The soldiers' eyes unanimously turned from the electronic screen to the porthole window.
But I saw the male vampire spinning like a big bat on the top of the fifth ship, taking advantage of the momentum to make a hollow somersault, and landed lightly on the ground.
The female soldiers, including Mei Mei and Wan Ruo, subconsciously turned their faces away because it was really embarrassing for the erect male vampire to face them naked.
However, some bold female soldiers still glanced over secretly.
The male soldiers stared with admiration.
In their hearts, this god-like alien was almost equal to the status of Commander Xiao Ming.
"When will I be able to fly?"
The fat man was envious.
"Second Fatty, you only weigh two or three hundred pounds of fat.
Even if I give you two pairs of wings, you won't be able to fly," Xiao Wu sneered.
Every ship burst into laughter, and the girls and boys returned to normal.
No matter how much the outside world changes, what remains unchanged is a vibrant heart.
The male vampire's messy black hair still covered most of his face, and his bloody eyes showed no emotion.
He gave a stiff instruction: "Xiao Ming said, leave immediately.
He is waiting for you in Berlin."
When Rose heard this, her face lit up with joy.
She wanted to ask a few more questions, but she thought that this guy had difficulty speaking and couldn't make any farts with eight poles, so it was not difficult for him.
Anyway, after meeting the little bastard, all the doubts will be solved.
The soldiers are in great spirits.
When they return to Xiao Ming's command, they will definitely be able to show off the majesty of Xiao Ming's army.
The five ships immediately launched into action, forming a battle formation of two in the front and three in the rear, heading towards Berlin.
Around them, hundreds of thousands of nuclear corpses who had finished resting and recuperating also set up camp and escorted Rose and his party in a mighty manner.
As for the tens of millions of reinforcements who traveled thousands of miles, they feasted on the blood of the enemy's corpses on the battlefield during the day to replenish their nearly exhausted physical energy.
The temperature dropped sharply at night, and the bodies on the ground were frozen.
Xiao Ming lit the giant fireball on the remains of the Living Dead Tree, not only to cremate Xiaoxue, but also to thaw the blood food.
His order to the reinforcements was: After the meal, they should immediately form a fan formation and advance south, west and north at the same time, eradicating all the living dead trees they encountered along the way.
It was still midnight, and the tree of the living dead was still dormant.
Of course, Xiao Ming would not let go of this best opportunity to beat up the drowned dog.
The giant burning fireball and the incoming nuclear corpse reinforcements must have alerted Caesar's surveillance network and exposed Xiao Ming's strategic intentions, but what can the old boy do?
The army of tens of millions of nuclear corpses is the anger in Xiao Ming's eyes, and all the soldiers point to it, and they are all reduced to ashes.
In order to prevent the old boy from jumping over the wall and encircling Wei to save Zhao, Xiao Ming personally led the nuclear zombie elite who fought during the day and escorted the five ships to Berlin.
Now, his stream of consciousness has condensed the collective consciousness of tens of millions of corpses.
No matter where he is in Europe, he is not limited by time and distance.
The dynamic emotional map in his mind can be enlarged to the entire European continent or reduced to any corner, showing the distribution of enemies and friends in all sizes.
With his will, he can command any nuclear corpse force at will to launch continuous attacks on any target in Europe until it is completely destroyed.
At this moment, Xiao Ming is the real king of Europe: