For three days, Mendoza and the others had been climbing over mountains and ridges, from the caldera wasteland to the edge of the mountains full of pits.

The slag mountain range here is a huge mountain range with a maximum altitude of more than 6,000 meters, but it was not so magnificent. It was created by thousands of years of development in the world. You can see it from the name.

The slag mountain range is not just a place where "waste" is abandoned. After forming a huge scale, it has become a site for mechanical recycling and refining waste. This seems to be a special ecology shared by all the casting worlds, but its function is far from this. It is also a huge barrier to the north of the Coke Oven City, which can withstand the strong winds and sandstorms formed in the endless desert, so that this city near the wasteland will not be submerged by the flowing sand sea.

Even if military functions are not considered, it is also the most important natural barrier in the city of Coke Oven.

It is precisely because of its important position that at the first moment of the riot, the Black Limb Cultivation Group launched a riot in the waste recycling area of ​​the Slag Mountains and sent a large number of main forces to the Slag Mountains. It quickly drove the Mechanical Cult from the mountainous area, and then began to establish a three-dimensional defense network in the complex pits of the Slag Mountains to serve as the northern stronghold of the base camp of the Coke Oven City.

When the apologists began to counterattack, they were no longer facing a group of gene stealers, but countless fortifications hidden in the slag mountains and elusive guerrillas. The two sides then broke out in a bloody and long tug-of-war.

But there is no doubt that the rugged terrain and complex and narrow tunnels greatly limit the heavy firepower advantages of the Apostles Army. The conventional Apostles Army is not stronger than the ordinary new blood gene stealers in terms of individual strength, and even has a slight lack of tactical flexibility.

However, although the sages of the ruling are dull, they are not stupid. In order to deal with the enemies hidden in the tunnel, they mobilized almost all the Sikarian troops on the planet.

A large number of rust seekers and infiltrators were released into the slag mountains, and they were also accompanied by a small number of rapacious vultures. At the same time, the sages formulated a tactic to first occupy the commanding heights of the mountain area and gradually penetrate from the upper to the lower level. This could maximize the air advantage of the slag army. It is also for this reason that the war zone of the slag mountains concentrated 60% of the entire casting world's flight power. Various flapping aircraft and dragon-winged flying soldiers continued to soar in the sky of the mountain range, just like vultures ready to compete for rotten corpses at any time.

Such a tactic still had a certain effect. The apologists quickly occupied the main peaks of the slag mountain range and used their condescending advantages to attack enemy strongholds and pits in the ridges and foothills.

The Black Limb Cultivation Group suffered a sharp increase in casualties under such an attack. Although they launched several counterattacks, trying to pull out several mountain strongholds of the escort army at night, the back attack and the enemy's technical advantages completely offset their physical advantages, not only failing but also losing a large number of precious pure blood species - they are the powerful tools of the sect to fight against the mechanical assassins in the tunnel.

But the sect team cannot give up this important barrier, because once the slag mountains are lost, they will completely lose their strategic revolving space and can only continuously send reinforcements from the Coal Oven City to fill the expanding wounds.

At first, they moved from the underground in large quantities, used tunnels to conceal the hidden strongholds of the Slag Mountains, and then scattered to various positions. However, these shallow tunnels were soon discovered by mechanical training and destroyed most of the tunnels with ground-boring bombs, while the deep tunnels were useless. What's worse, the increasingly lack of ammunition supply in the Slag Mountains also needed to be supplemented by Coke Oven City.

As a last resort, the sect had to start sending support troops and supply convoys to the slag mountains on the scale of small troops. Since they all set off at night and require a lot of camouflage, the ones with their heads and tails were like some rodents, also nicknamed - Mouse Express.

However, this process must always face the threat of mechanical air patrols and hunted intelligently controlled aircraft soldiers patrolling on the ground. The convoy may still have the power to resist, and it is difficult for a small group of infantry to survive.

In fact, tens of thousands of believers of the church have been buried among countless hidden paths leading to the Slag Mountains.

Mendoza and the others are such a group of unlucky lucky people.

The bad luck is that their 200-person nest group ran into the Mechanical Cavalry Patrol not long after they left. Although there were only twenty people on the other side, each of their nanny team was carrying heavy supplies on their backs, so when the other side waved their sharp blades and spears, they had no time to organize effective resistance.

In just over ten seconds, more than fifty new blood corpses were scattered in the wilderness. Then when they finally started to fight back, the other party pulled away.

But this does not mean safety, but rather the beginning of a nightmare...

After that, the group of Nether Cavalry continued to follow them from afar. Once they relaxed, they immediately launched an attack, or occasionally fired cold guns at them.

Under the exhaustion of a high level of mental tension and heavy burden, if it weren't for the dedication that bound their consciousness, the army might have collapsed long ago, but even so, after the arrival of more cavalrymen, they were still dispersed and most of them died under the butcher knives of the mechanical slave soldiers.

As a team leader, Mendoza could only take his team members to a safe place and enter a narrow mountain path where the demon cavalry would be blocked by unpassable stones that could pierce the ground. This is also the only place they can be called lucky. Perhaps their team is the only surviving team.

"It seems that I've been thrown away."

After running for an hour, even their blessed body still couldn't hold on. Several people found a pit blocked by rocks, removed their huge backpacks, and collapsed on the ground one by one.

Although they were hungry and thirsty, they did not dare to make fire and could only chew on their backpacks the precious compressed biscuits made of corpse starch.

It was already evening, and the mountain wind was as sharp as a blade, and the air smelled of rust, like blood, and the swollen red sun in the distance began to set for a long time.

Just as everyone was resting silently, or trembling, a low whimper rang out.

"We have to go back and not let his body rot there..."

Mendoza turned his head and saw that it was Ella, the sister of the Nest Group. The person she was talking about was her lover Kath, who was also their original captain. Mendoza was just a deputy team before.

But the man stayed with others in order to resist the pursuit of the demon cavalry. The last scene he left for Mendoza was cut off half of his body by a blood-stained saber...
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