Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"I don't think there is any way to deploy artillery positions nearby."

"We have handed over the command of the garrison to you, and the command of the special police force has also been transferred to you. There will be no artillery in the city."

Ji Lin touched the trigger in his pocket. The radio trigger can detonate all the thermite bombs in the entire wonder-level mechanical computer.

"Look, they don't let me deploy 120 guns for protection, and the reason is that it is unsightly."

He threw a picked up ball into the Thames, watching the dirt accumulated on the water surface stagnate, and then be swallowed and sink to the bottom of the river.

They knew that Ji Lin would definitely fire the gun. In case of an emergency, Ji Lin would definitely let the 120 gun fire without restriction in the city.

The Night Crow leader standing next to him shrugged, and Ji Lin turned and glanced at him.

"If the worst happens, take care of your night crows... they should spend their lives in more valuable places."

Ji Lin picked up another piece of wood and threw it towards the water, but it was still swallowed by the floating dirt on the surface of the Thames.

"As for the British royal family and nobles... I don't think you care about their fate."

For the sake of understanding.

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The officer wearing a slightly maroon-colored uniform put down his telescope and watched the ceremony that was opening not far away. He knew that the current King of England wanted a smooth transfer of power.

They also wanted a smooth transfer of power.

"Well, those guys are all in power..."

The officer drew out the saber from his waist. His face was wrapped in bandages that could no longer be separated like all the others. The only difference between them was the clothes and equipment on their bodies.

"How should I put it? The East seems to call this "clearing the court of the emperor."

As Ji Lin first saw in the factory, the flesh turbine can devour steel and flesh to shape itself.

It gradually improves itself until it reaches the limit of its own control and begins to collapse.

And when they are directly put into a large machine, it will prompt it to transform.

"Bless my emperor, always win, and bathe in glory!"

The command knife fell and marched.

The way they took was to attack head-on.

Ji Lin had to admit that this was the only solution they chose, so Ji Lin would ask for the arrangement of special artillery positions to curb the charge of these monsters.

In addition to artillery, all preparations were meaningless in front of them.

Because they were originally the dead souls who walked out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the police force, the garrison troops, and the night crows.

In front of these enemies who retained their own fighting skills but lost their sensibility.

The bullets had little effect.

Rockets also killed a few.

When they launched a devastating frontal charge, New London could not stop the pace of this legion.

Nothing could stop these soldiers and officers who crawled out of the sewers and returned from the battlefield with despair.

They stood with the flesh and blood constructs... Ji Lin saw an officer standing on those flesh and blood constructs, who were burning their own souls to synchronize these flesh and blood turbines.

Wearing maroon military uniforms on them, the flesh and blood turbines began to become intelligent, marching towards the palace in a neat line with the decentralized ones.

Ji Lin's plan was based on the fact that the other party did not deploy armored forces in the city. Even if the other party had more infantry units, they could not break through the temporary blockade built by the garrison and the special police armored train.

"It's crazy."

At least fifty three-meter-class flesh and blood turbines, which means that at this moment, there are fifty officer-level transformed people who are burning their own lives to temporarily construct intelligence.

Even if the New London government regrets and pulls the 120mm guns over, it's useless. He has an idea of ​​these blood turbines that can run wildly.

Fifty blood turbines are charging in groups, and nothing can stop them.

(This chapter is a little short, my mental state has not been very good recently, QWQ, but this volume is finally coming to an end.)