The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 270 The Three Stooges

When the two giant Far Eastern bears, Boris and Andre, were discussing the "mysterious power from the East" in a serious manner, Lao Wang was also frantically complaining at the front of the battlefield.

"Damn it, I only know that their condition is not very good, but I never thought that they are already at this level."

"Cavalry, heavy armor, has the taste of the glorious era of Eros cavalry!"

"Isn't Mao's AK delicious? It's a cold weapon war after a long time."

In fact, Li Cang was not at all surprised by the appearance of this modern retrograde cold weapon war.

Although it is said that even a three-year-old child can make a model and make a gun with a whole blast furnace, the premise is that you have steel, copper, and various metals, and the minerals are enough to consume. You can't win a battle, and the loser will eat The dust winner takes all the bullet casings on the battlefield, right?
Although most of the land in the Sky Island cluster is Maozi, it does not mean that the resources are rich enough to dig pits anywhere, and the weather is so cold that digging the ground for mining is no less difficult than tearing steel plates.

Under the premise of insufficient productivity and the need to ensure survival, this kind of almost meaningless war may not even be ranked in the top three options. It is impossible for the limited steel resources to be used to manufacture firearms on a large scale.

Emmm, speaking of which, several parties were really rich in the early melee.
After almost all the belongings were wiped out, they unanimously and reluctantly started the sustainable fishing model with cold weapons as the main body.

Therefore, excluding the gunners at the bottom of the tank at the rear and the silent artillery battalion, in this long-term battlefield that accommodates about 10000 people, it is a very high estimate to be able to pick out 500 pistols out of 2 people .

All of them were dressed in various animal skins and thick warm clothing, inside which were symbolic armors that only protected key parts.

So that in such a serious war scene, Pharaoh couldn't help but laugh directly, which can be described as comical.

With a flick of Li Cang's big magic wand, the guy in front of him, who looked like a tin can, assembled his weapons and armor into one whole. Blood gushed out from every gap in the armor. Until he died, the man's eyes were full of confusion.

"Brother and sister, get back behind me, it's outrageous!"

Brother Big Corpse, who was wrapped in a whole sheepskin quilt, let out an incomprehensible moan, but he could only back away angrily.

After they artificially slowed down their movements, a group of cavalry finally managed to catch up with the progress from behind Li Cang and the others with an expression like seeing a fairy, and successfully broke into the enemy group.

Life is not easy, brother corpse sighed.

Pretending to be a pig is much more difficult than pretending to be a tiger, after all Brother Corpse is a real tiger.

As for Miss Qiu.
Walking corpses and alien beasts have never come up to the Contract Islands at all. Even the big corpse brothers and corpse sisters have to pretend. Ms. Qiu simply don't even think about it. She is probably being coaxed to play hide-and-seek by Xiao Ao Xiaotu at the moment. .

The cold weapon battlefield is a meat grinder. There is no earth-shattering roar of firepower or covering strikes. When there are huge crowds of people fighting hand to hand, it can most intuitively reflect the upper limit of the physical strength bar.

The Boris camp headed by Li Cang was in a mess with a few heavy armored cavalry and bear infantry. It has reached the point where the enemy is intimidated. Actual ammunition.

The Vietnamese camp and the third camp were dwarfed by comparison, and they fell into a fierce battle before rushing far, and were in a stalemate with Adrian's lineup.

Speaking of which, the Vietnamese camp was destroyed by a shameless sneak attack before the battle, so they blamed Boris for the loss, and they were very dissatisfied; while the third camp was the group from the Southeast Asian archipelago. to a jug.

Boris, who was holding the story in his heart, was immediately overjoyed, and he pushed the boat along the way so that he could be placed in the middle wing. The Vietnamese battalion and the third battalion were on the left and right, and each of the three parties held a wing and divided and ruled. A wonderful scene where the style of play is completely opposite.

The blizzard obscured a certain amount of sight, and Adrian, who was sitting behind himself and commanding the battle through the telescope, couldn't help cursing his mother.

"Damn it, the little Siberian hamster, didn't he just take a little bit of his land and a few horses? I just stabbed the hamster's nest?"

Adrian's subordinates spoke out one after another:

"Boss, actually. We have crossed the line and made too much trouble. Boris's southern farm and pasture is his lifeblood. The 45 greenhouses can supply almost 30% of the vegetables in his camp. According to our informant Because of this snowstorm, half of the greenhouses in Boris’ camp collapsed, so it’s no wonder he wasn’t in a hurry.”

"Yeah, although we are all soldiers, the number of people is still too small. It really pissed him off, and he couldn't bear it."

Of course, some people dismissed it.

"Oh, what can he do, what dare he do?"

"Boss, look quickly. The three camps are divided into three camps. The strength of the left, middle and right is not on the same level at all. It seems that your method of attacking the Vietnamese camp by taking the opportunity is very effective. At least a few camps have been separated from Germany."

"What brains do Siberian hamsters have? If they are bullied, they will only force militiamen to fight, regardless of the uneven strength of several camps."

"Master Adrian, my leader, I am amazed by your wisdom! The middle wings of the big hamster are too long, and the left and right sides are weak. Maybe we can take advantage of their lone army to change tactics and deliberately let them see Hope, just let them in, and then" the middle-aged man with a foxy face clasped his hands together, "Surround them, artillery plows the ground, and explosions are the romance of a man!"

"No! Then what about our people!"

"Oh, it's just a loss of a few people. As long as the big hamster can be severely injured, the remaining two battalions are no match for our cavalry, and they will be wiped out sooner or later."

"I reserve my opinion. It's too risky and reckless to do so. The fighting power of big hamsters should not be underestimated. Their heavy armored cavalry is more crushing than our light cavalry, unless Lord Adrian retreats at least 1 kilometers. !"

"Risks come with benefits. If we step back, isn't that the same as telling the big hamster that this is a trap and a conspiracy?"

"Those cavalry and infantry can't see anything at all. What do they know when they see it?"

"Fart, they can't see it, can't the commander in the rear see it? Do you think Boris is a fool who is fooled by others?"

"Zach, you are a coward who only knows how to flatter and beg for mercy. You can't do this or that. You are several times larger than our reserve army. Do you think we can win this war without taking risks? How will it end?"

"I'm a coward? Could it be that you were the one who led 400 Qingqi over the Vietnamese battalion instead of me?"

"you"

Adrian, with brown hair and black pupils, is an ordinary middle-aged man with no white beard.

"Quiet! What I need is staff and excellent advice, not a bunch of chattering clowns!"

Adrian let out a low growl, and the people around him immediately shut up.

"Emmons, let them in, how sure are you of completing the encirclement?"

Emmons pondered:
"7%, their line has been stretched long enough, cut off from the middle, at least able to encircle the heavy cavalry at the head and 1500 Boris' soldiers. Our light cavalry will not be a problem to strangle the infantry supporting the rear. If you don't go to the cannon, as long as you are willing to pay a negligible price, we will swallow this piece of fat on Boris' body!"

"It is a taboo for military strategists to go deep alone. Boris is a smart man. He will not fail to understand this simple truth. Chief Adrian, there is no time to hesitate, and the opportunity is fleeting!"

　I wish you all a happy Double Eleven~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)