The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

When Boris and Andrei, the two Far Eastern giant bears, were seriously discussing "the mysterious power from the East," Lao Wang was also making mad comments at the front of the battlefield.

"Damn it, I knew their condition wasn't very good, but I never expected it to be this bad."

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

"Isn't the Mao-made AK delicious? After a long time, it turned out to be a cold weapon war."

In fact, Li Cang was not surprised at all by the emergence of this modern retreat to cold weapon warfare.

Although it is said that even a three-year-old child can make a gun out of a blast furnace, the prerequisite is that you must have steel, copper, and various metals, and the minerals must be enough to sustain consumption. You cannot win a war, and the loser will eat it. Dust winners take away all the bullet casings on the battlefield, right?

Although most of the land in the Sky Island Cluster belongs to Maozi, it does not mean that the resources are rich enough to dig holes for mining anywhere. And the weather is so cold that digging into the ground for mining is no less difficult than tearing steel plates by hand.

Under the premise of insufficient productivity and the need to ensure survival, this almost meaningless war may not even be ranked among 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 did have a lot of time in the early melee.

After almost all the assets were spent, they unintentionally and out of necessity started the sustainable fishing model with cold weapons as the main body.

Therefore, excluding the gunmen at the bottom of the rear and the silent artillery battalion, on this long-term battlefield that accommodates about 10,000 people, being able to pick out 2 pistols among 500 people must be considered a very generous valuation. .

Everyone was wearing various animal skins and thick warm clothing, with symbolic armor underneath that only protected key parts. They rushed in while waving long spears and short knives, shouting.

So much so that in such a serious war scene, Lao Wang couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into laughter, which can be described as funny.

Li Cang flicked his big magic wand, and the tin can-like guy in front of him was pieced together with weapons and armor. Blood spurted out from every gap in the armor. The man's eyes were filled with confusion until he died.

"Brother Corpse Corpse Sister, get behind me, this is outrageous!"

The big corpse brother, who was wrapped in a whole sheepskin quilt, made an incomprehensible groan, but he could only retreat in frustration.

After they artificially slowed down their movements, a group of cavalrymen finally caught up with Li Cang and others from behind and successfully broke into the enemy group with an expression as if they were seeing a god.

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.

There are no walking corpses or strange beasts here at all in the Contract Islands. Even the zombie brothers and sisters have to disguise themselves. Miss Qiu simply doesn’t even think about it. At this moment, she is probably being coaxed by Xiao Ao and Xiaotu to play hide and seek. .

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

The Boris camp headed by Li Cang, with a few heavy armored cavalry and the bear infantry, was so fierce that it was intimidating to the enemy. The "Sukabule" and "Ula" roars all over the world have been tested to be as effective as Live ammunition.

The Vietnamese camp and the third camp were dwarfed by comparison. They fell into a fierce battle before they could get very far, and were in a stalemate with Adrian's team.

Speaking of which, the Vietnamese camp was damaged in a shameless sneak attack before the battle, so they blamed Boris for the loss and were very dissatisfied; while the third camp was the group from the Southeast Asian archipelago, which was its own group and was even more incompatible with Vietnam. Go into a pot.

Boris, who was holding the story in his heart, immediately became overjoyed. He followed the flow and placed himself in the center wing. The Vietnamese Battalion and the Third Battalion were separated on the left and right. Each of the three parties divided and conquered, so this kind of mixed arrangement with the previous ones appeared. A bizarre scene where the styles of play are completely opposite.

The blizzard obscured a certain amount of sight. Adrian, who was remotely directing the battle through a telescope and sitting at the rear, couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, that big Siberian hamster with a small belly, didn't he just take away a little bit of his territory and a few horses? Did I stab the hamster's nest?"

Adrian’s men all spoke:

"Boss, actually, we have crossed the line and made too much noise. Boris's southern farm and ranch 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 greenhouse in Boris's camp collapsed. It's strange that he is not in a hurry."

"Yes, even though we are all soldiers, the number of people is still too different. It really pissed him off and he couldn't bear it."

Of course, some people are dismissive of this.

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

"Boss, look, the three camps are divided into three camps. The strength of the left, center and right are not at the same level at all. It seems that your method of taking the opportunity to sneak attack on the Vietnamese camp is very effective. At least several camps have become alienated."

"What kind of brain can a Siberian hamster have? When bullied, it will only force militiamen to fight, completely ignoring the uneven strength of several camps."

"Master Adrian, my leader, your wisdom astonishes me! The big hamster's center wing is too long, and the left and right sides are weak. Maybe we can change our tactics while they are alone and go deep, and deliberately let them see it. "Hope, just let them in, and then" the middle-aged man with a foxy face clenched his hands together, "surround them, plow the ground with artillery, and explode. This is the romance of men!"

"No! What about our people!"

"Hehe, it's just a few casualties. As long as we can inflict heavy damage to the hamsters, the remaining two battalions are no match for our cavalry and will be wiped out sooner or later."

"I reserve my opinion. It's too risky and reckless to do this. The combat effectiveness of the hamsters cannot be underestimated. Their heavy cavalry is more crushing than our light cavalry, unless Lord Adrian retreats at least 1.2 kilometers!"

"Risks and benefits coexist. If we retreat, isn't it equivalent to telling the hamsters that this is a trap and a conspiracy?"

"Those cavalry and infantry are basically nothing. "If they can't see anything, what do they know if they see it?"

"Bullshit, if they can't see it, can't the commanders in the rear see it? Do you think Boris is a fool who can be fooled by others?"

"Zach, you are a coward who can only flatter and wag your tail for mercy. This is not good and that is not good. The reserve army is several times larger than ours. Do you think we can win this war without taking risks? How will it end in the end?"

"I am a coward? Is it you who led 400 light cavalry to defeat the Vietnamese camp 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 a staff and excellent advice, not a group of chattering clowns!"

Adrian roared, and the people around him shut up instantly.

"Emmons, let them in, how confident are you that you can complete the encirclement?"

Emmons pondered:

"70%, their front line is already long enough, cut off from the middle, at least we can circle the heavy cavalry in the front and 1,500 Boris's soldiers, our light cavalry can easily hold back the infantry supporting from the rear, no matter if we use artillery in the end, as long as we are willing to pay a little insignificant price, we will swallow this piece of fat meat on Boris!"

"It is a taboo for a lone army to go deep into the enemy's territory, Boris is a smart man, he will understand this simple truth, Chief Adrian, there is no time to hesitate, the opportunity is fleeting!"

I wish you all a happy Double Eleven~