Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Do you still recognize me?"

The advantage of the [Machete] weapon is that it can be opened and closed with great force to push the blade, just like breaking an army.

Now the machete in Lu Meng's hand was like a poisonous snake. Jiu Jing moved and was ready to go. Every time he swung it, he would always leave a wound on the heavy fog man's body.

Unfortunately, it cannot be used at full power in an indoor environment, and the wounds he can inflict are not deep.

However, the plight of heavy fog people is particularly severe.

Zhang Yu's long-handled knife had trouble even swinging it freely. Either the head of the knife was blocked by the beam, or the tail end was propped up on the wall. His chops, which were originally as powerful as the wind, were now only possible at a few angles. Take effect.

They were picked up one by one by Lu Meng who was guarding the door.

Even so, the heavy fog man continued to use its weapons based on instinct. With its brute strength, it could sometimes make the long-handled knife pass through obstacles and slash towards Lu Meng.

The heavy fog man is still roaring fearlessly. From its point of view, it only needs to keep attacking.

"It seems you don't remember me."

Lu Meng struck again with his sword, deflecting the stabbing blow, and almost hit the heavy fog man's pole-holding hand.

There were two arrow wounds on its body, one was a new arrow shot by Lu Meng, and the other was shot by Wei Hong with a toothpick crossbow. At this moment, there was still half of the broken arrow that had not been removed.

Abnormal flesh and blood had grown all along the broken arrow, wrapping it into a ball of flesh. Occasionally, it would spit out pus, but the heavy fog man didn't notice it at all.

Terrible vitality.

Strong skin.

Memories of battle left behind are matched by bloodthirsty instincts.

Although Lu Meng's physical fitness has surpassed that of his peers, it is still far behind the heavy fog people.

To defeat it, you can only use what it doesn't have.

——The ability to judge the situation.

The Chongwu people know how to judge the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. If the enemy is strong and we are weak, they will also run away. This is the natural instinct of the person, or the parasite in it, to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

But at this moment, if it is strong and Lu Meng is weak, it will always judge that it has the advantage and keep attacking until it devours the enemy.

However, this heavy fog man had no experience in indoor street fighting.

Its predecessor, the soldier bee, never took the initiative to fight the enemy in the nest, which was destroying the queen's property.

The weapons it uses are also designed to fight animals in the wild.

The best way is to surround the prey with a group of soldiers holding long-handled knives. The beast's fangs and claws cannot penetrate the distance between them, and they can only be slaughtered alive.

On the other hand, Lu Meng.

After he came to Qingyang Street, he didn't have the conditions to wield the chopping knife wantonly in the open area. He could only hide in a small space in the room and practice how to fight in close quarters.

These training experiences are constantly integrated in the confrontation with the heavy fog people, eliminating the bad and retaining the good.

Transform the assumptions in your mind into practical and practical experience.

[Melee skills: machete 26 → 29 (skilled)]

The change in environment offsets the gap in combat skills between the two to the greatest extent.

But this is not enough.

The non-stop fighting made both Lu Meng and Chongwu Ren a little sleepy.

Sweat had soaked Lu Meng's body wrap, and the heavy fog man's plasma continued to seep from the wound, with no chance of coagulation.

Taking advantage of a moment's respite, Lu Meng took out a bottle of liquor from his personal backpack, opened the lid, and drank it down.

The spicy wine burned from the throat to the stomach.

Even an old drunkard for many years would not be so heroic. The heroes in those stories drank the whole bowl of low-alcohol rice wine brewed by ancient methods.

For the average person, this won't have any consequences other than alcohol poisoning.

However, Lu Meng was not drunk at all.

The alcohol that entered his body seemed to turn into a rolling stream of heat in an instant, flooding into the tired muscles around him.

[Liquid drinkable (Grade C)]

A simple module that changes alcoholic items into "food", which cleverly solves the problem that in the early stage alcoholic items were just superficial props but not drinkable.

It is different from energy storage substances such as sugar and fat.

Alcohol cannot directly provide energy to the human body.

They are metabolized in the human body, and the heat generated is used to increase body temperature, which can reduce some energy consumption in maintaining body temperature, but cannot be directly supplied to cells for life activities.

But now Lu Meng felt the alcohol burning in his body!

This feels like...

"robot……"

he muttered.

The digestive system is like an internal combustion engine, the joints are like gears, and the muscles and bones are the parts that transmit power.

Just like those skeleton men who drank fuel and those intelligent machines that were once ubiquitous.

The former ruler of the continent!

Click.

finally.

When the heavy fog man's long-handled knife hit the beam again, the long-tortured wooden pole broke in the middle.

But it also gives it a firm grip on the front of a long-handled knife, making it feel like using a medium-length saber.

This kind of weapon is just perfect for wielding indoors.

The cramped environment can no longer hinder it.

The liquor Lu Meng drank only served to supply energy quickly and did not directly increase his "output power" - that is, combat effectiveness.

Sa!

The heavy fog man's stabs became sharp again, and the strong wind stung the wound on Lu Meng's face in advance.

He turned sideways and took a step back.

Walked out of the hut.

Lu Meng stretched his body, which was full of strength again, and his bones and joints snapped.

Hold it with both hands and hold the long knife flat.

The knife is four feet long and reflects the twin moons.

The surroundings were dead silent and empty, and there was no obstacle to the extension of the sword.

This is the battlefield where Lu Meng is really good at.

The heavy fog man grabbed the long-handled knife that was broken into two parts and chased him out without noticing.

——Its predecessor had no experience in using sabers.

The advantages of both sides were completely reversed.

…

"Is it over..."

Wang Hu gasped.

She had just cracked open the skull of a fog man.

The spikes on the mace are extremely intimidating to ordinary people. They can really bite the flesh of a person like a beast and make him bleed.

But for the fog people, such damage can only make them ooze a few more slurries.

In the end, Wang Hu could only wield the big iron rod like a primitive man. Fortunately, her muscles were stronger than those of ordinary strong men.

Her fighting could not conceal the decline of the battlefield.

Only a few of the guards were still standing, and all of them were injured. The gang's defense line continued to shrink, retreating to the center of the mine.

Just, suddenly.

The Fog Man's offensive stopped.

They did not attack the already very fragile defense line, but instead gathered the gang members lying on the ground.

Then he picked them up and retreated slowly.

The signal that drives them to continue killing is gone, replaced by the instinct to gather prey.

‘That’s enough. ’ The fog people seemed to follow their instincts and made this judgment.

Indeed, no matter how powerful a fog man is, its two claws can only take away one person at a time.

The rest can only be left behind.

They gave up on this as a new enclosure, or the motivation that drove them to build one disappeared.

Now the fog people want to bring "gifts" and join a new group.

Wang Hu and others had no idea what was going on, and did not dare to make any other moves. They could only watch silently as the monsters retreated as calmly as they came.

The gang members who were taken away by the Fog Man were still struggling and crying, but no one dared to respond to them.

Listening to the sound of companions walking away.

The remaining members of the Qingyang Gang felt a layer of sadness in their hearts, but underneath this layer of sadness was the joy of surviving the disaster.

Wang Hu counted the number of people and found that the situation was better than he expected in the most desperate situation.

Although almost everyone was injured, nearly half of the elite survived.

Next, clean the battlefield and treat the wounded soldiers who have not yet been counted. There should be more strength left.

‘If these monsters are like today, although they are ferocious, they will retreat on their own after killing enough people, then we may not have no way to resist them. ’

'If we wait until Hu Guan recovers...'

Sudden.

A huge flat head appeared in front of Wang Hu.

The twisted and ferocious face of the heavy fog man was forever imprinted in her memory.

Snapped!

The only remaining lantern in the entire mine exploded in the air.

Its last light reflected on the blade, and the light of the sword went out.

Wang Hu clutched his stomach and fell down in pain.

Gurgling blood mixed with abdominal fluid flowed out from between her fingers.