Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 435 431. God Fudges You (Part 1)

  At midnight that day, the world of Sparta, the Plain of Enlightenment.

   is the first stop for Lao Jiang to enter this dead world. On the great plain below the top of the ruined temple, the two combat alliances of the Black Hand have already assembled.

  They didn’t use a poorly modified heavy truck this time.

  It is a wasteland tank that is really used for war and destruction. It is based on the reloaded tank before the nuclear war as the prototype, which has been modified by the weapon masters of the Black Hand.

  Not only can the physical shells be fired with two combined barrels, each tank is also equipped with a high-power laser cannon and a bomb nest for launching missiles.

  This real war beast has only opened two production lines for trial production, so this time only ten vehicles were brought for testing.

  The remaining five hundred people came here in a troop carrier.

  They assembled on the dark red plains of God's Enlightenment, and placed them in a large marching formation. The army of street heroes from the MAGA world also had a hundred people participating in the battle.

  Compared with the professional soldiers in the wasteland, these guys seem to be a lot more scattered, and they don't have a uniform uniform. They have their own abilities, and their combat uniforms are also specially made.

  This battle will serve as a support force to participate in the battle.

  In front of the Wasteland Combat Wing and the MAGA heroes, there is a "Spartan Order" composed of more than 400 people.

  These Spartans came from this time, the old prophet Tharp, the first leader of the 30-person clan discovered by the Dream Company, was about to lose his teeth.

  After talking with Jiang Xia, the old prophet Tharp “transferred” to the head of the Spartan Order.

  Not only changed to a new and religious outfit.

Even the lost teeth were re-grown under the treatment of the advanced gene therapy of the Black Hand Society. During this time, he took his tribe and returned to the Spartan world, wandering one by one to persuade him to know. Of the tribe.

  The effect is amazing.

  In more than half a month, more than 30 small clans were gathered, with a total of more than 600 disabled people. Among them, the men who are good at fighting are the current more than 400 people.

   all received purification in the world of MAGA, and then installed chips.

  Follow the old prophet Tharp to learn their lost knowledge every day. While reading and recognizing characters, he also re-emerged to receive the “spiritual civilization” of the first era.

  The ancestors of these Spartans believed in gods and established a great theocratic empire. As the descendants of their ancestors, they naturally have to maintain the sincere beliefs that come from their souls.

   Just as Ruyue said.

  This does not mean that they are savage and backward.

  It’s just that the inheritance of civilization is like this. Belief in gods is already a habit carved into their bones.

  Just like ordinary people need water and food to sustain life.

  Faith is already the spiritual pillar that supports their existence.

  Now, the Spartan Order of more than 400 people, under the leadership of the old prophet, has just completed today’s night prayer under the strong crowd of wasteland warriors and MAGA heroes.

  , like their ancestors, is ready to fight for the gods.

  They wore alloy plate armor made of wasteland, covered their bodies with white tabards, and wore heavy battle helmets. They carried silver-white war spears and bucklers. They were dressed exactly like the Spartans of the First Age.

  In addition to these "old" equipment, everyone in their hands also carried a pulse rifle that the wasteland black hand would support, and a plasma grenade hung around their waist.

  There are a few particularly sturdy ones, carrying a heavy six-barreled Vulcan cannon, and the ammunition chain extends into the black ammunition box behind them, walking like a future soldier.

  Old Prophet Tharp holds an alloy scepter in his hand.

  He stood on a big rock in front of the cult. Nearly a thousand meters behind him, was a hidden valley in which a tribe named Mano lived.

  More than a thousand people are already a very powerful force in this world of death.

  Because of being strong, the chiefs of the Manor tribe did not approve of the old prophet’s "mission" at all, and had no interest in converting to new gods and living in the new world.

  Just thinking about continuing to nest in his own ravine and continue to be his doomsday landlord.

  His arrogance obviously angered the old prophet.

  So tonight, Tharp brought the spirit warriors of the Spartan Order and their allies from another world to appear in front of their rebellious compatriots.

  Since the mild language, it is impossible to open the closed dark heart of the Manor tribe.

  Let the glory of the gods fall on the blade!

  "The Spartans! We have recovered the glory of our ancestors, and the ancient gods have returned from the sound of prayer! We have paid for our original sin."

  The old prophet waved his metal scepter.

  He yelled:

  "The gods gave a new earth and a rich world to us disabled people. That was the beginning of the second era, and it was also our promised land!

  This glory not only belongs to us, but also belongs to all the Spartans who are still suffering.

  Our compatriots are just ahead.

  The arrogant unbelievers imprisoned them. This is a blasphemy against the Second Age. It represents that the dark poison is still ruining our people!

  Spartans! Just tonight! Just as gods save us, we must also save our people in the name of gods!

  We are the eldest son of God."

  The impassioned pre-war speech of the old prophet suddenly got stuck at this moment.

  Probably because Mike had led him to say the **** speech too many times before, and as a result, this time, that magical sentence unexpectedly jumped out of his mouth again.

   The old prophet was extremely embarrassed at this moment, and some of them did not know how to continue the pre-war mobilization of the draft.

  What a hell.

  He originally prepared a poem praising the gods, and he planned to read it out before the war to boost morale.

  Look at the soldiers below, one by one, listless, it must be because of this sudden sentence that they did not feel the majesty of the gods.

  But Old Sapp felt embarrassed.

  The Spartan warriors who listened to his speech below all had their eyes bright.

  Originally.

  These guys have just had a good life. After going to the world of MAGA, they don’t have to worry about eating, they have time to start learning the lost knowledge of their ancestors with Tharp.

   is a bunch of ignorant and illiterate rash guys.

  Each of them belongs to the education of the second era, and I don’t understand those complicated things. If it were not for the chip in their minds, they would have difficulty even understanding what the old prophet said.

  Because of this, the pre-war mobilization of the old prophets citing scriptures can hardly mobilize their gods to fanaticism.

  Instead, it was this very straightforward "Eldest Son of God", who immediately pierced the wild hearts of these reckless men.

The name    is inexplicable, and it also fits the self-positioning of the Spartans at the beginning of the second era, and it is also full of compelling words when it is pronounced by oneself.

  Too much appetite for these training soldiers.

  So these muscular men with well-developed limbs looked at each other one after another, and finally a soldier in the front row held up the war spear and shouted:

  "We are Spartans! We are the eldest son of God!"

   "Spartans! The eldest son of God!"

   More than four hundred rash men also screamed.

  Looking at them with a look of excitement, the jammed old prophet suddenly rolled his eyes, and immediately followed their shouts and held the scepter high, screaming feverishly:

   "For the majesty of the gods!"

   "Spartans! The eldest sons of God! The enemy is ahead! Charge!"

  Old Tharp's metal scepter waved downward.

   is like an order.

  In the next instant, the brave and powerful Spartans suddenly roared, carrying a war spear or pulse rifle, and launched a surprise attack on the valley tribe thousands of meters away.

The wasteland tank at the rear immediately erected the bomb nest, just like supporting accompaniment. In the low thundering sound of the launch, hundreds of slender missiles flew into the sky with a whistling, and then smashed into the sky with a sharp whistle. Within the valley.

  There was a lot of fire and smoke.

  Since the Spartans have more than three times the physical fitness of ordinary people, such ordinary explosions can't hurt them at all. In fact, they are strong and strong. By the way, the smoke is closed to help the Spartans charge.

  These gods warriors have a chip fire control system that can help them locate targets in the smoke, but their enemies cannot.

   was first bombed by a wave of missiles, destroying most of the buildings in the valley tribe, igniting fire, and thick smoke, and there was a large army charging outside.

  This immediately plunged the tribe of more than a thousand people into chaos.

  The wasteland fighters also launched an attack, but most of their hands are capture weapons. Obviously, after rigorously estimating the strength of the two sides, they do not think that this battle still requires their own participation.

  The Spartans have advanced weapons that are at least ten eras beyond their compatriots. The bone spears in the hands of those savage warriors can't even penetrate their heavy armor.

  What's more, the Spartans still have energy weapons such as pulse rifles in their hands, and there are also combat information exchanges established by chip communication.

  The advantage of generation difference brought by equipment is enough to complete an annihilation battle that can win more with less.

  MAGA heroes are divided into two teams.

  Good at rushing into battle, go to help the Spartans fight, others are used as aids, block the valley, locate the deserters, and then capture the prisoners. In fact, this one-hundred-man squad was actually on the battlefield for the first time.

  It is impossible for Liu Hui to throw them directly on the battlefield of the extremely intense Red Moon. That is almost to send them to death, so he sent them to the Spartan world to smell the gunpowder first.

  This is equivalent to an armed parade, or a training subject.

  "Boom"

The gate of the   valley tribe was directly blown open by a round of bombing. The fanatical gods and warriors shouted the prestige of the eldest son of the gods and slammed into the chaotic Manor tribe.

  The warriors of the opposing team couldn't assemble in the smoke and flames. They could only be knocked down one by one by the brave and equipped Spartans.

  The old prophet said, the gods have spoken to let them catch alive.

  Let these unbelievers alive!

  Everything went very smoothly. Within ten minutes of rushing into the valley, the zealots had already surrounded the cave where Chief Manor was hiding.

  This can hardly be called a battle. The wasteland commander sits on his mighty tank with a bored look, holding the instrument and scanning the battlefield under the surveillance of the drone that swept the valley.

  He saw the old prophet wearing a white robe and holding a scepter. He sent four zealots into the cave and dragged the fat, gray-headed chief out.

  Some excited soldiers wanted to kill this guy who dared to resist the majesty of the gods, but was stopped by the old prophet.

  He took the rope, **** the terrified chief, and let a few warriors carry him through the valley where the smoke dissipated. Soon, the entire Manor tribe surrendered.

  In this world that has been dead for hundreds of years, these remnants who have survived have not seen a real war for a long time.

  They just relied on their strong physical fitness to play the house.

  But it’s okay. These people only need simple training to become excellent fighters, especially their kind of faith fanaticism from the bottom of their hearts.

  The wasteland commander who watched this "village battle" all the way, keenly aware that he and his soldiers may soon be unemployed.

  But there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

**** it!

  Since I was a child, I have been fighting all day long!

  He was born in the wasteland and was annoying for a long time.

  Now I only look forward to living peacefully under the leadership of Boss Roger.

  If you perform better, you can cheat some allowances from Boss Roger or the pigeon boss, buy a house in the MAGA world, marry a normal wife, and live to retire at the age of sixty.

  Maybe there will still be children, and then a dog.

  That is the life that a normal person should live, not just for some leftovers, fighting with other people on the hopeless wasteland, and living to thirty is a big luck.

  So now, if someone wants to take over their fighting duties

Why not do it?

  (End of this chapter)