The lord who loaded the hand collar was holding a poker face. At this moment, he was in the operating room of the bunker turret, letting a ray of light hit his gloomy face. He gritted his teeth and looked at the distance through the telescope, and continued to lower his head to correct the shelling angle.

Originally, he saw the signal flares fired by the direct troops, and thought that the great thing had been done, so he returned to the lord's hall with satisfaction, waiting for his subordinates to repay him with the rebel's head and news of victory.

In his mind, the invader is a powerful enemy of a person. He can change the situation on the local battlefield if he is strong enough. If he is given enough time and space, he can even subvert the entire force. What is even more terrifying is that the forces behind him have always given people a feeling that they cannot see through and touch. It seems that they are talking nonsense, but his armor and weapons have the shadow of a broken empire.

Could it be that the subordinates are really speculating about the members of the "ancient" forces?

Unfortunately, this person does not know how to advance and retreat. He relies on his powerful strength to be domineering. The conditions he put forward are like a snake swallowing an elephant. He overestimated his ability to gain benefits from it, but the final result can only be a failure.

If it were so easy to gain a foothold on the wasteland, why would he rely on bloody battles to gain a foothold? This feeling of greed is really a bit like what the "ancient" forces do...

Just as he was thinking carefully, a panic sound came from outside, as if the man in gray was panicking, but when they stepped into the lord's hall, their steps deliberately slowed down, and their breathing rhythm was suppressed to a slightest vein - because of the lord's obsessive-compulsive disorder, all those who dared to make noise here were dead.

"Lord... something is wrong outside... it's not right outside!" The man in gray robe knelt on the ground and replied with his head down.

The lord did not wrinkle, and did not care about the servants on the ground, stood up and left the throne of the lord, walked up to the second floor of the lord's hall, entered the lower floor of the bunker turret, and observed the distance through the telescope of the lookout, and saw a scene that made him feel heartbroken.

In the slave planting area, he saw a large group of black dots like ants moving towards the city wall. Judging from the number of people, it was not his direct troops, and they would not give up on their credit and make such incredible actions.

After fine-tuning the camera, he saw a strange building next to him, with a conical shape, with four-edged and eight-angle corners and an irregular appearance, which made people see it as artificial creatures at a glance.

After a closer look, the raw materials piled up are nothing but elliptical spherical objects with different sizes, as if they are... human heads?!

He looked again and saw that through the high-magnification telescope, the people piled up with headscarves with unique Geely suits, and their faces were painted with familiar oil paints. Unfortunately, the more familiar faces were no longer as arrogant as before, and only a pair of eyes were left to die with their eyes, as if they were staring at their old boss through the telescope!

"What!"

The lord had surgery and had no expression on his face, but his voice was filled with anger that could not be suppressed. Without even a second glance, he had already arrived at the location of the fort and began to adjust the cannon!

When his heart, which was originally as calm as a lake, was poured on a bucket of gasoline and threw a match on it, full of burning anger, and his subordinates were dying with their eyes open to their eyes.

He didn't know what happened, nor did he know where the town guards were going, he only knew that this damn invader must die! At this moment, he even realized the words from the invader: "No one can bear my anger!"

Because if this anger cannot be calmed down, it will definitely burn all over the body, and even burn the world to death, it will not subside!

Because the fortress in this place lacks the hydraulic rotation device on the original turret, the fortress must rotate at a constant speed while maintaining absolute level. It takes about 8 minutes and 13 seconds to rotate for one cycle. If there is any tilt, the turret cannot rotate no matter what.

Since there was no help from his subordinates, he was not assured that others would enter here. The lord who loaded the hand collar could only be worthy of his name once, and played two roles at the same time, constantly fine-tuning the position set in advance. It took twice the time to erase the impact of hand shaking, set the perfect shelling angle, and fill in a high-explosive bomb.

High-explosive bombs are mostly filled with high-explosive and fuzes in a steel shell. After the explosive is detonated by the fuze, the exploded shell becomes many high-temperature and sharp fragments scattered at high speed. The fragments and shock waves are the main causes of casualties. They are powerful weapons that kill a large number of armor-free targets. Once they explode in the crowd, the shock waves and fragments will indiscriminately knock people nearby into sieves.

This batch of special weapons has also been customized by factions. According to the attack object, the thickness of the bullet wall is controlled during manufacturing. For example, this high-explosive bullet wall used to kill people is thicker, and there are grooves on the bullet wall to form more fragments to kill people!

The landing point of the shell was a little worse than he thought. This high-explosive bomb fell far away from the crowd because it deviated from the expectation. This was called a slight difference. This was even more so in this extremely accurate ballistic calculation. The explosion only caused an uproar, sprinkling the damn people with earthy cumin powder.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, trying to eliminate the interference of Yunyi in front of him, corrected the ballistic through the landing point of the high-explosive bomb just now, and sent the killer to the predetermined position perfectly.

After a brief correction, he once again controlled the familiar weapon, devoted himself to the old guy, and became immersed in the cannon as usual.

The shell of the steel-mixed land is his skin, the barrel of the large-caliber artillery is his minions, and the smoke caused by the explosion is his breath. This lurking steel beast is one with him. He seems to have abandoned the burden on his body, transformed into a ghost and merged with the turret bunker intimately...

The movements began to flow again. If someone was nearby at this moment, he would definitely applaud and give him praise to this wonderful performance to express his inner expectations.

"Smack it..."

There seemed to be really applause in the airtight bunker building, and the sound waves hit the walls of the empty room to form reflections, making the sound endless, like a bustling theater.

"Who is it!"

The lord suddenly became shocked and pulled out the gun in his hand and shot behind him. The conditioned reflex was as natural as eating and drinking water.

But the cold halberd had already hit his throat first, and the guns of the shooting hit a blood-stained armor, causing no damage at all...

"Do you want to take a gamble? Is your gun faster or my halberd faster?"

This time I didn't wear a mask, and looked at the lord in front of me with a sneer, and asked with great interest. At this moment, the strategies of both sides have reached the point where they can be seen. There is no need to be fooled anymore, but only need to show their direct power.

It happens that I am slightly better in this regard.
Chapter completed!