Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Vengefully.

Lu Meng is not an aborigine, so he will not regard sky fire as an ordinary natural phenomenon.

Just look at the laser beam falling from the sky.

Just knew something was wrong.

The style of painting is not in the same latitude.

In this era where technology is lost and the major forces in the wasteland still compete for hegemony with cold weapons, this is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction blow.

Able to fight against it.

There are only black technologies that come from the same source.

The technology hunters, or the mechanics behind it, have mastered part of it, and other forces may have mastered other parts... But Lu Meng does not have any good solution at the moment.

Fire retardant paint can block it, but it is extremely expensive and expensive. It must be combined with the building health bonus module to be more cost-effective.

But in this case, it is not suitable to lead a regiment and march on a large scale.

If you just put paint on the armor without leaving enough space... I'm afraid you will just be like that businessman Ren Lin, who will be roasted alive.

And the stay was long.

"Multiple" - the synchronous satellite that launches skyfire and the space-based weapon equipped with orbital laser cannon, must replenish energy faster than the consumption rate of their paint.

So it can only be done on an emergency basis.

Rather than a long-term solution.

On the other hand, in the Revenge Land, part of the Skeleton Legion they exposed during the Skun Expedition has already proven their strength - the most important thing is that under the cover of sky fire, they can advance, attack, retreat and defend.

Have such a neighbor.

It's a big problem for everyone.

The Baimei clan is fearless if they don't know the past. They don't know what kind of area is next to their station. They just see that it is inaccessible and there are no enemies or plunderers. It is not even fortified.

But we can live in peace.

But for Lu Meng, who knew the background, there was no way he could be so ambitious and take chances.

Must prepare early.

Therefore, before the beast disaster in the mainland was calmed down and the newly built Red Barrier Great Wall could completely isolate the beak-billed beasts in the south, he was already guarding the border of Revenge Land.

At the same time, the army was assembled.

Be prepared for possible conflicts.

But the real key is to use a series of nested suspicion tactics to stabilize the decision-makers in the revenge area and eliminate the disaster before it happens.

As long as there is a chance, Lu Meng does not want to use the wealth that he has finally saved to fight with these skeletons... They were made into headless slaves and have no fear or fear of death. Even if they exchange one for one, it will be a loss.

And their owners are not stingy.

Even if the battle situation is only a lose-lose situation, it is not conducive for Lu Meng to continue to gain a foothold in Shandi, and there are more obvious enemies around him.

Even if he loses.

Fortunately, after so many days of observation and alert, and calculating the itinerary and progress, if the Skeleton Legion really wanted to send troops, they would have already arrived at the city and fought fiercely for a long time.

And if we haven’t sent troops yet.

The major tribes in Lu Meng's area have gradually stabilized, production and life have resumed, and support from the swamps and Skun is flowing... When morale is high, and they are fully prepared, even if the opponent wants to fight, they have lost the best opportunity.

Combining reality and reality, be prepared with both hands.

It finally worked.

Although the assembled troops were not put to use, the current result is the most beneficial.

Seto, Fearless Tora, Griffin, Bowei... Under everyone's gaze, Lu Meng turned around, stood alone on the high slope, and faced them.

Available to everyone.

He pulled out the inscription blade and held it upside down.

This slender horse-killing sword, a symbol of the iron dome's royal power, reflects the sunlight, and the red blade shines brightly. It reflects with the vast wilderness behind Lu Meng, showing a majestic momentum.

"The celebration... begins!"

The Red King spoke.

His voice was not loud, but because the whole place was silent, everyone was listening and waiting, and the brief order spread throughout the military formations in an instant.

Immediately, bursts of cheers broke out.

The sound rang out in unison.

This parade is also a gathering and review. If war breaks out after the parade, they will go directly to the battlefield;

And if peace.

That was a long-lost joint celebration.

As the leader of the Baimei clan, Wuma Baimei is naturally also in the team. This clan leader, who has been working hard and looks much older than his actual age, seems to have finally relaxed and closed his eyes at this moment, but his face is filled with the joy around him. Along with the sound, a smile appeared.

The tribes in Shandi are in disarray, and overlords appear frequently. It’s not like no one has thought about unifying this grassland.

However, the problem they face is not internal, but comes from the power of this continent and this planet - the beaks that were born in the native ecology.

Under the beast disaster, changes occurred frequently.

Every bloodbath is a plate change.

You have to do your best to survive, so why do you care about anything else? Even in the myths and pastoral songs "Sandi" that have been sung by wandering tribes for thousands of years, it is said that there must always be a hero who will lead all tribes to sit by the same fire, and all people with different surnames will be as close as brothers... And he will conquer and ride the long-necked giant beast.

Herdsmen imagine the future in the form of written history. This is not a prophecy, but an expectation for life - which is often far from the current situation.

Or even the complete opposite.

Even Wuma's research is working towards this end.

The singing of pastoral songs is also one of the reasons why animal tamers have such a prominent status among the major tribes.

The appearance of Faceless made people once think that he was the hero and the person who fulfilled his destiny.

The result is a false mask.

Wu Ma slowly opened his eyes.

——But after the mask was broken.

People really saw it again.

He came here.

Red blade, white hair flying.

The cloak fluttered like a flag.

It was as if it was given by God.

In addition to the assembled army, including the herdsmen of Shem who gathered in the valley, the cheers instantly overwhelmed the end of Lu Meng's order.

Respect, joy, finally returning to the peace of daily life...killing cattle and sheep, singing and dancing, drinking wine, everything that a celebration should have is available.

The black goat Cornelius, who stole the grass liquor, staggered and was about to walk towards his meritorious throne-and then was pulled back by his little master, the honorary instructor of the wolf cavalry, Dib Far Traveler.

In that direction, is the slaughterhouse.

The ancient grassland pastoral "Shendi Chronicle" closed the final chapter here.

Because the hero has his name.

——The poet sang like this.

In the black-clad and silver-emblazoned cult, the social structure of the Flash Land, the grassland ecology, the anatomy and physiology of the beaked beasts, as well as the fulfillment of the original legend and the boundary of the revengeful skyfire, have all been recorded in books.

They will be used as knowledge and religious books.

They will be passed down together with the cult.

And the embers will not be extinguished.

The celebration was in full swing and lively, but the original center of the event, Lu Meng himself, quietly left the scene with a few people and did not participate in it.

The atmosphere was so warm that it was like a bonfire. Even if the spark that ignited it left, it would not reduce the temperature in it - he knew that what these people needed was relaxation and rest.

Not long after, they walked to the side of a tent.

Before Lu Meng lifted the curtain, a big dog with bone pieces hanging on it suddenly pounced out.

Biting his hand.