Chapter 1634: Master Wang is really full
When the second "creation" belonging to Li Cang stood in the center of the island chain of America's main island, the hearts of the Monroe people and America's people sank and chills ran down their spines. The offensive methods became more urgent and violent to the naked eye.
They didn't understand what this new thing was and what its function was, but they knew that if Li Cang was allowed to toss around like this and continue to exploding troops, not to mention when the homologous channel would come back online, the sea of dogs would be enough. They drink from a pot
There really wasn't much time left for them, and the base was really a tough nut to crack. They concentrated their superior forces and diligently engaged in diplomacy with the base, playing two against one high and one against low, but the side show's outrageous control However, the field-based blessing made it possible for 3/7 bases to defeat even one against two.
and
When the cannon goes off, there is ten thousand taels of gold. If you, Monroe, and America are rich, are the bases very poor? Do you really think that people are planning their lives carefully and their dogs are being lazy and suppressing their development for free? 3/7 of the bases are richer than all of you combined. Be rich!
It can be said that the base has truly used every ounce of good steel on the blade.
In addition to using monetary policy to harvest the surrounding leeks, except for playing a big one, that is, the National Defense Formation, the 3/7 base has almost never wasted even a dime from the beginning to the end. The armed forces are the cheapest and most practical. It started as a hot weapon, and every bloodline, servant of destiny, and creation that appears on the base is a mature prayer system on the forum that has been analyzed and studied by the Academy of Sciences.
Isn't it just a coin of destiny?
Isn’t it just resources?
The base has been working steadily in this airspace for five years. Just the resource island that was hollowed out and abandoned by the base can passively form and support a refugee settlement between it and America, although it is silent. He acts harmless and even gives people a feeling of weakness by not fighting or fighting, but the wealth of his family is actually evident.
A biting dog never barks
"beat!"
Then, they saw what is called the original deity in the real strain of fire-deficient phobia. They really didn't say this for nothing.
The American fleet has fully enjoyed the sins that Li Cang suffered here from the base. Even with the positive energy injected from the side show stage, the base is still unwilling to pay even one more human life, but chose to use a method that was almost insulting, using a barrage of close-in defense artillery to tear apart a total of eleven American space carriers, including a Was-class flagship. With just one encounter, Direct loss of a small aircraft carrier formation.
Yes, the dignified America was suppressed by fire.
This is the suppression of the quality of close-in defense artillery, from the quantity, rate of fire, caliber, power to the duration and breakthrough force field shield attributes, comprehensive improvement and transcendence, even if the torn air and space carrier formation gathers together the warhead fragments during weighing So what if the total may be heavier than the Space Carrier itself? To put it bluntly, these things are just steel, but would you replace steel bullets of the same weight with the Space Carrier of the same weight?
Magnificent energy surges, force field shields, and dense scarlet or translucent green flares lit up the entire night sky. In fact, if you don't specifically observe the time, the alienated mist of the sea of leaping storms, thunderstorms, and the three-phase power of war clouds and The various baseline buff environment modifications originating from Li Cang or others have made it difficult for people to clearly know when and where they are now.
The base and America shouldered the task of lighting the entire airspace. The torrent of thousands of close-range anti-aircraft guns and rocket launchers was like a ladder to the sky. When it hit the target, it splashed hot fire and debris for several seconds. Ten kilometers.
Monroe people are quiet.
Huge units such as the Blade Dragon Fang Slime are designed to attack fleets or densely populated areas with personnel. Some simply stay on top of them. The Claw's ability to switch between virtual and real conditions and their agility are enough to ensure that they can survive this kind of firepower. It is still strong despite the density, and its destructive power for a mere 3.5-meter body is extremely high and its combat effectiveness is earth-shattering. It has caused a lot of trouble to both sides of the base, America, and caused a lot of losses.
However, it still has no sense of existence.
They are really too small. When placed in a dense formation of dozens of meters in size, placed in front of the aerospace carrier and the transformation island that can easily start at the kilometer level, they are exposed to endless firepower and are inconspicuous.
At least not as eye-catching as Lao Wang.
A pair of kilometer-level abnormally shaped large wings floated in the battlefield and moved slowly. Even compared to the space carrier, this thing is not small in size, not to mention it is so strange in length.
"What on earth is that? Where is the information?"
"There is no information at all."
"It should be a new type of destiny servant belonging to Zhong Jianzhang. The identification has no results and the functional skills are unknown."
"Fuck! Damn it!"
The Americans used close-range defense cannons, long-range fire energy matrix cannons, and melta bombs to make a nest, but unfortunately there was no result, literally nothing.
Especially the armor-piercing barrages of close-range anti-guns. It is said that if there are floating force fields and various protective skills, they should at least show part of the strike effect. However, these bullets just seemed to disappear out of thin air. There was no collision, no fire, no The sound was nothing but lost in a pair of wings, as if swallowed by a black hole.
The American side was numb, numb to the point of being numb, and had to bite the bullet and accept the defeat. All the ships awkwardly turned away from the observation channel, just like people turning their faces away, playing the principle of out of sight, out of mind.
After all, a Northeastern man sat steadily on the tip of the big wings, enjoying his afternoon tea. He carefully twisted an English gold-rimmed red teacup with two fingers, pretending to suck it, and then took a bite of a whole bone-in dried beef leg.
It was extremely insulting.
My head was throbbing, and I would be furious if I looked at it for another second.
