Before Global Motorisation, I Bought a Heavy Truck

"Dumbfounded!" Frog said to the monk: "Remember how many levels of war songs are divided into?"

"Knowing that body and strength are in harmony, strength and Qi are in harmony, Qi and intent are in harmony, Mind is in harmony with God, I am now in strength and Qi."

The frog nodded, his eyes squinted: "The battle hymn is armed with cultivation, and the third layer of Qi and Li is what Lin Qing is like now. The arms are placed outside, covering the weapon."

"Don't say he is holding a sharp knife like the Balrog, even a wooden stick can beat the Jiao alive."

"So fierce!" The monk's eyelids twitched.

"Your kid has a high mental talent, dare to fight and fight, and sooner or later, you can reach this state. Huangquan can also. Others can't say for sure."

For the entire base, Frog is currently the most optimistic about Lin Qing, Monk, and Huang Quan.

Ye Daying was almost a bit away from them.

"Surrender or die!"

On the beach, Lin Qing saw that Jiao had no action, and slowly raised the Balrog: "I like your hard bones. When you die, I will dig a pit and bury you. Cultivation is not easy. At any rate, it is a lord. The decent person is not."

"Huh!"

The knife fell through, Jiao avoided, lowering his head unwillingly.

The corner of Lin Qing's mouth raised, and it was not surprising that he could escape with such a slow stab. The key was whether Jiao wanted to live.

"Monk, work!"

"Amitabha, here comes my brother!"

Pi Dian Pi Dian ran, the monk put his hand on Jiao's head, Lin Qing Yan Demon placed Jiao's neck.

"Such a beautiful scenery, don't fall apart, relax, look, the sun, the beach, the cactus."

"There is also an old captain."

The monk sang it unconsciously, and was slapped by Lin Qing.

Five minutes later, the monk let go of his hand tiredly, his legs softened and he almost knelt down. The mental energy consumed by subduing the Jiao was beyond his imagination.

Sure enough, it is still too difficult to cross boundaries.

If it hadn't been for Lin Qing to injure Jiao and prevent it from resisting, he would have been bitten back and turned into a fool.

"Is it done?" Lin Qing asked.

Zhi Zhuo made an OK gesture and stroked Jiao: "You are black, long, and thick. You will be called Yuan from now on."

"Qianlong Zaiyuan, good name, do you hope it will transform into a dragon in the future?"

"I'm talking about injustice! The **** is Qianlong Zaiyuan, I don't have that culture, look at its small eyes, isn't it injustice?"

Lin Qing had wide eyes at Shang Jiao Shui, ah, it was indeed injustice, dignified lord level, and later had to move under the crotch of the monk who had evolved nine times.

On the way back, the monk sat cross-legged on Jiao and closed his eyes to meditate, quite like a high monk.

Lin Qing stood on the top of Jiao's head, staring straight ahead, standing with his hands behind him, and the oncoming wind blew the corners of his mouth.

"Don't tell me, I will go out to ride the dragon and pretend to be forceful. I can't even try to pull the wind."

The monk was speechless. He saw the city gate from afar and shouted: "Open the door!"

"Fly, Jiaolong, don't drive away!" At the top of the city, the robot couldn't see Lin Qing and Zhizhan clearly.

"The master said that no matter what sound you hear, don't speak. That's what it meant."

Seeing no one reacted, Lin Qing approached and said loudly: "Open the door, I am your master Lin Qing!"

"It's the master, and the commander of the army, do you want to open it?"

"Fart, maybe they are controlled by Jiao!"

Lin Qing's ears didn't fall off the conversation at the top of the city, his face turned black, and he jumped to the top of the city 50 meters high with a little force under his feet.

The poor Jiao was hit by this, and his head fell on the ground.

"I asked you to open the door, do you want to do it?"

"Ah, Master, I am, this is not, this..."

With a kick of the eye-opener, Lin Qing opened the gate of the city.

The generator squeaked, dozens of steel wire ropes with thick thighs stretched straight, and the steel gates weighing hundreds of thousands of catties were slowly separated.

The dragon enters the city, and the soldiers defending the city are like a big enemy, all machine guns and muzzles are aimed at the dragon.

"My own person, don't be afraid." Lin Qing raised his hand: "Continue to do your business."

When Lin Qing and Zhizheng left, Chengtou whispered to each other.

"This Jiao, I saw my legs trembled, but I didn't expect to be accepted by the legion commander."

"You're blind, and you didn't see the knife wound on it. It was cut by the master."

"I only saw our army commander sitting calmly on Jiao's head."

"Fuck, I said why you open your eyes and talk bullshit, it turns out to be from the Second Army."

"You are farting!"

...

After returning to the base without a break, Lin Qing and Zhizhan went on the road with a lot of crystals.

Zhi Zhun sat on the head of the Jiao to meditate, Lin Qing turned into a heavy truck and followed him, throwing a few crystals into the mouth of the Jiao from time to time to recover his injuries.

Jiao left the water, his speed greatly reduced, and he drove tens of kilometers in an hour, and even brought Lin Qing and Zhizheng to a lower speed. By the time he arrived in Qingzhou, it was already two days later.

A few kilometers away from Qingzhou, Lin Qing heard the sound of artillery fire, and the sky could be seen one after another.

The drum-like roar rumbling loudly.

Without taking the highway, the monk and Lin Qing rushed up the nearby hillside, and down the hillside was a mountain forest, behind the forest was a mountain, and under the mountain was Qingzhou.

Two minutes later, the two climbed to the top of the hill.

Below the mountain, the army of steel beasts stretches for more than ten kilometers, forming a wave of beasts one after another.

In front of Qingzhou City, millions of locomotives and steel beasts fought together.

The long knife was severed, the blade entered the abdomen, the claws tore the body, and the neck snapped.

A steel beast fell, and then a steel beast rushed up, shouting killing, crying, screaming, and roaring beasts.

Lin Qing noticed that the steel beast corpses piled up on both sides of the battlefield, the locomotive corpses were several kilometers long, and the Qingzhou city in front of them was unreasonably short by more than ten meters. There must be too many corpses on the ground and the roads were elevated.

"and many more!"

Seeing Huang Quan and the others on the battlefield, Zhi Zhuan was about to rush down, and Lin Qing grabbed him.

"It doesn't make much difference if you go down."

"Then what to do?"

"Let me see!"

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes, patrolling the battlefield back and forth, saying nothing for two minutes.

"Brother, can't you think of a way?" Zhi Zhuo jumped anxiously.

In a battle of this scale, you don't know how many locomotives will die in one second.

Lin Qing could not move for two minutes, he really took it.

With his little hand on his back, the frog smiled lightly: "Thunder on his chest, and a face like a lake, you can worship the general."

"There!" Lin Qing pointed to a place behind the beast tide: "Cut off the beast tide from there and force them to turn around."

The tide of beasts followed behind, and the steel beasts in front could not stop, even if it was a little slow, the steel beasts behind could trample it into mud.

In his previous life, Lin Qing had participated in this large-scale beast-horse battle several times, and the only way to crack it was to cut off the beast-horse from the middle and disrupt their positions.

When the time comes, there is no need to take action, the front steel beast army turned around and collided with the back, and the dilemma was solved.

"follow me!"

Going around the middle of the steel beast army, Lin Qing took a deep breath, armed all over, the Balrog opened three gears, and swept across with the knife.

The torrent of steel was pierced by the knife, seizing the opportunity, Lin Qing rushed in.

"Fuck, I'm crazy!" He cursed, and Zhi Zhuo controlled the Hundred-meter Flood Dragon to follow Lin Qing.

The tail swept away, and a large piece of steel beast fell down. Before waiting, the steel beast stepped on its feet.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, and the steel beasts around him stagnated. In just a second, Lin Qing danced wildly with an eight-meter long knife, charging forward, and countless steel beasts in front of him were cut off.

"Monk, hurry up, don't let them close!"

Needless to say Lin Qing, Zhizheng also knew the severity of the matter. The Jiaolong hovered over a hundred meters in length, rushing on a rampage, and a large number of steel beasts were washed away, clearing a lot of open space before and after.

"Hold a grass!"

On Lin Qing's side, he had just cut out a knife, and tens of thousands of steel beasts drowned him.