Dawn of a New Era

Chen Shouyi looked at it for a long time before returning to the bed and sitting down.

Hearing the dense sound of artillery, he was a little dazed.

He didn't receive any notice of the exercise, nor did he hear any rumors, and even if it was an exercise, it wouldn't be at four or five o'clock in the morning.

This definitely went wrong.

...

The sound of cannons rang for half an hour, then gradually became sparse, and continued for another hour, then completely stopped, only sporadic cannons sounded occasionally.

For some reason, when he heard the sound of the guns become silent, he felt a little uneasy instead.

The sky outside has begun to brighten.

A new day has come again.

Standing in front of the window, Chen Shouyi looked at the large number of hurried and heavy-faced pedestrians in the villa area, as if there was a huge stone in his heart.

This is a villa area in the safe zone, and all the people living in it are high-level military and political officials, and the worst are warriors.

Chen Shouyi still knew one of them, who was the number two leader of Hedong City. Not long ago, he specially visited Chen Shouyi's house on behalf of the city government.

At that time, he had a warm smile and a friendly face, but now his face was covered with dark clouds and his face was solemn. Accompanied by two correspondents, he trotted all the way towards the distance.

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Yunshan Mountain is located in Cheng'an District, Hedong City, with an altitude of more than 220 meters, a vertical height of 183 meters, a length of 7 kilometers from east to west, and a width of 3 kilometers from north to south. It is a famous scenic spot in Hedong City and the largest natural park.

At this moment, the originally beautiful Yunshan Mountain has been shortened out of thin air. There are gravels and trees in disorder everywhere, and the remains of corpses are all over the sky.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, a mess and bloody.

A giant beast covered in blood and flesh lay powerlessly on the ground, wailing weakly. Its abdomen had been torn apart by shells, and a large number of internal organs and intestines dripped on the ground, exuding a strong bloody smell.

A barbarian boy stood stiffly beside the corpse of the giant beast, his expression undecided in shock.

The previous scene of heaven and earth falling apart as if in the end of the world deeply shocked his heart.

He saw with his own eyes that the powerful warriors in the tribe were easily torn into pieces by the sky fire and flew into the air. He also saw with his own eyes that the huge beast he was responsible for taming fell to the ground, unable to struggle.

Although the strength of human beings has been weakened by more than a thousand times since the mutation, almost degenerating from modern times to modern times overnight, it is still not something barbarians can compete with.

Not long after this huge barbarian army showed up, it was discovered by a scout airship floating in mid-air. Half an hour later, before all the barbarian troops appeared from the passage, the overwhelming shells and rockets began to wash the ground.

Several months have passed since the second mutation, which is long enough to make emergency modifications to some weapons that are no longer suitable for the current environment, such as weapons that were originally electronic fire control, which were transformed into mechanical controls, and at the same time, the original mutation Later weakened shell propellant, mixed with a more powerful mixture of TNT and RDX.

In the era of black powder, propellant and explosives were still the same ingredient, that is, black powder.

But in modern times, explosives and propellants began to separate. Now the propellant of artillery is generally smokeless gunpowder, while the explosive is a mixture of TNT and RDX, which are more explosive.

The two cannot be replaced. The propellant requires a relatively stable combustion, and the air expands to push the shell forward in the barrel, while the explosive burns quickly and explodes almost instantly.

If you replace the propellant with the bomb before the mutation, the only result will be to shatter the barrel first.

However, since the mutation, the chemical reaction speed has begun to decrease, and the power of gunpowder weapons has weakened. As long as the amount of charge is controlled, the barrel can already withstand this chamber pressure, and the firing distance has even become even greater than before.

When a large number of shells and rockets roared from several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers away, the barbarian army suffered heavy losses in an instant and was completely stunned. No matter how powerful a personal force is at this time, facing this scene of heaven and earth falling apart, It's not much better than pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

If it hadn't been for the god of no courage to turn the tide at the last moment,

This war is a completely asymmetric massacre.

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From the beginning of the war to the present, the barbarian boy stood in place like petrified, his mind went blank, and he couldn't recover for a long time, until a long whip lashed his body violently.

Feeling the burning pain in his back, his soul returned to his place immediately, and he woke up completely with a jerk.

Looking back, he quickly knelt down on the ground: Master Priest!

Believers, what are you doing here? Go back to the camp and gather. The great God of Courage has descended in person. All resistance is like a spear piercing the soft mud. It will be pierced easily. My lord will definitely occupy this world. The priest encouraged enthusiastically.

Yes, Master Priest! The barbarian boy stood up immediately.

Has the great god of courage descended?

He was so startled that he didn't see it at all.

Thinking of the greatness of the God of Courage, his original panic quickly receded, and he immediately became excited.

But soon, the excited mood in his heart quickly quieted down.

He saw the remains of wounded and dead bodies everywhere on the battlefield, and the sound of painful groans came and went one after another.

At this time, he saw a familiar figure, his face turned pale, and he hurried over: Uncle Sirid, what's wrong with you?

He saw that a big hole had been torn open in Uncle Sirid's strong chest, blood was bubbling unstoppably, and he could only breathe out but not breathe in: Uncle Sirid, hold on, I'm going to beg to sacrifice to the master!

It's you, little... little Saiqi, don't beg to sacrifice to the master, it's useless... don't be sad, and I... this is going to the Kingdom of God to enjoy the blessing! He said with difficulty while vomiting blood , with a stiff smile on his face.

Yes, Uncle Srid, I'm not sad. I heard from the priest that there is a country flowing with milk and honey. You will live happily there. There will be no pain, and you will not die. There is food everywhere, and you can still live there every day. They all eat meat, oily and fragrant meat. Even though he said this, little Saiqi couldn't stop crying.

Since he was a child, Uncle Thred has been the best to him. Every time he comes back from hunting, he will always kindly give him a share. When he is at a loss and helpless, Uncle Thred will come to comfort him.

Even when he became the animal trainer of the tribe, it was Uncle Sirid who spent more than a dozen animal skins to get through the relationship and stuff him in. Otherwise, how could he become an enviable animal trainer as an orphan? division.

In his eyes, Uncle Slid is his closest relative.

Yes... yes, I have long wanted to go to the Kingdom of God. Silid said, as if returning to the light, an abnormal blush flashed across his face: Little Sage, this war is very dangerous, you have to be smart Dot, be careful, I feel... I feel... the great god of courage...

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his eyes widened, and he was silent again.

Uncle Srid! Little Saiqi let out a mournful cry.