The rear of the Jin army, near the first fence.
Zhuge Feilong was sitting on the wooden armored command organ, his brows furrowed. More than three hundred steps away, a large group of immortal monsters covered in ink and rot were still advancing, and about fifty steps in front of them.
, more than thirty wooden armored robots have fallen to the ground and burned, and four or five wooden armored robots whose whole bodies are on fire are trying to reverse the car like a drunk person. After all, the ones left inside are
Although the operator's mortal body was covered with leather armor, the heat was still rolling on the outside. It was as if they were sitting in an oven. How could they have the intention to continue attacking? Escape was their only option.
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With a "boom", a flaming stone bullet hit a wooden armor mechanism that was retreating. Immediately, the right arm of the wooden armor mechanism man flew out, and this wooden armor mechanism
Starting from the unprotected right side of the organ man's body, a raging fire burst out.
After being hit by the flint bullet, the two-foot-tall wooden-armored machine man spun around twice like a drunkard, and then fell to the ground. This fall directly caused a small amount of fire on the body.
The burning wooden armor machine fell apart, its head moved from its shoulders, and rolled out more than three feet. Its two legs were broken from the knees down. The most frightening thing was that the leather armor on the chest was
As he flew out during the fall, the secret door on his chest bounced off after falling, and even the situation in the operating room inside could be seen clearly.
An operator, a dwarf, was tied tightly to the seat with a belt. A broken operating rod had pierced his body. His head was tilted to one side, bleeding profusely, and he had expired.
A little man covered in blood struggled to cut the belt that bound him with a knife and crawled out desperately.
Finally, he crawled out of this small dark room. For this guy, the distance between these two steps was almost a thousand miles away. The flames burning on the wooden armored machine outside were almost reaching the entrance of the dark room.
, the moment he leaned out, the flames almost jumped up to his face. This terrible heat wave did not allow the dwarf operator to make any pause. He reacted almost instinctively, holding the darkroom door with both hands, and his whole body
Flying straight out, the moment his body left the cabin, a crisp sound of fracture came from his right foot. Apparently, in order to roll out of the body, his right foot stuck on the operating seat directly
He broke his entire bone. This burst of power in order to survive was so terrifying!
As the dwarf operator rolled out, his body also experienced the flames burning on the wooden armored robot. His brows, beard, and hair all burned, and streaks of flames rose up on his body. This made him
Howling, he rolled on the ground and tried his best to bury his head in the pit. When his head emerged from the pit, he was almost exhausted. His face was completely black, and only his white and red eyeballs were still blinking.
As he looked, there seemed to be a trace of a smile. After all, no matter how painful it was, he finally survived. Living was more important than anything else. Even if he was burned into a black man, he was still alive.
But at this moment, what this dwarf operator hopes most is to drink water. Compared with the pain of broken bones in his feet, the burning feeling after his whole body is burned by flames is more intense, and his internal organs are all numb.
I felt like smoke was coming out. I opened my mouth wide and twitched slightly. Although my throat could no longer make a sound, I still wanted to say: "Water, water, give me water!"
A few drops of water fell into his face. He could no longer open his eyes, but he could feel the water dripping on his face. He immediately opened his mouth greedily, wanting to drink more, but as soon as he opened his mouth
Instantly, I smelled a rancid and unpleasant smell. This smell was even more unpleasant and disgusting than the fresh feces and the mud at the bottom of the Han River that had been smeared on the leather armor hanging on the wooden armored machine man.
There was so much ground, and as soon as the liquid entered his mouth, his throat seemed to be on fire, burning and rotting rapidly!
It felt so bad. I really couldn't survive or die. The dwarf operator was so painful that he could open his eyes, but he immediately regretted it because he saw at least three faces that were no longer human.
Less than a foot above his face, the pointed fangs stick out of his lips. No, they are no longer called lips, they are just crusty skin turning on both sides, and the six are covered with black teeth.
The hands with sharp nails have already touched his body. Isn't that ink-like rot dripping from these three faces?
The hairs all over the dwarf operator's body stood up. With a "div" sound, a large amount of gold spurted out from his anus, and his crotch was suddenly filled with a sea of water, because he, his penis could no longer breathe.
The words he wanted to say and yell were all muffled in his throat as he spoke: "Immortal monster!"
But he could no longer speak, let alone beg for mercy. In this world, his last memory was the terrifying long black nails tearing apart his body, and the sharp teeth biting his muscles.
The feeling of being eaten alive by these monsters was not as good as being directly in the wooden armored robot's operating cabin just now, unable to get out with his dead ghost companion.
Zhuge Feilong's beard was about to blow with anger. He turned his head, looked at Taoist Songfeng beside him, and shouted sternly: "Junior Brother Songfeng, what are you doing? Let my wooden armor machine, just like this
Go to die? Give the enemy such a fire attack, and then come back and feed your immortal monster?"
Taoist Songfeng smiled slightly: "Brother Zhuge Fei, don't be anxious, and don't be angry. All this is just our plan and it is all expected."
Zhuge Feilong's eyes were red and he slapped the car hard: "Is your plan, your expectation, to let my wooden armor machine man die?"
Taoist Songfeng waved his hand: "Brother Zhuge, don't worry, there will always be casualties in wars. As long as you have wood, you can make a wooden armor machine with your ability. As for the dwarfs who operate it, it is not difficult to train.
Even, like that..."
He pointed to an operator in the distance who had his legs cut off below the knee. He was crawling on the ground when several immortal monsters pounced on him, and said: "We are not using people with missing legs like this now."
I'm going to do the operation. After the war, there will be as many of these people as possible, are you afraid that we won't be able to replenish them? I don't care about these immortal people, how many wooden armored machine people do you still care about?"
This chapter has been completed!