Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It was said that a wise man said something a hundred years ago.

"I don't know what weapons will be used in the third world war, but I do know that the fourth world war will be fought in the collision of stone axes and wooden sticks.

It was a perfect description for the battlefield today.

The hundreds of thousands of mobs that were temporarily assembled had never received formal training for the charge of a large army except for hunting and killing. The only tactics that they could employ were the tactics of numbers and sieging.

The only thing that Boss Gold Tooth could tell the mobs was to lengthen the battle line and disperse the infantry a little bit so that they wouldn't crowd together like a bunch of stupid army ants. During the First World War, the strategy of charging together had proved to be the most efficient suicide.

Therefore, they extended the battle line to the maximum and charged at the 'New Gold Mountain' from almost every direction.

Although most of the slaves and new soldiers were inexperienced, they were not entirely on foot. Many of them were riding civilian vehicles that had been installed with steel plates, and some of them were even riding bizarre-shaped motorcycles. They were sort of a 'motorized' troop.

Although it was useless to add seven or eight layers of steel plates to the advanced apocalyptic weapons, such 'tight' protection at least gave the devils a false sense of security and made their charge faster, more determined, and even manic.

For a moment, the depths of the Wasteland were filled with the howls of humans that were even more savage than those of wild beasts. Thousands upon thousands of civilian vehicles raised billowing smoke and dust, as if a bloody jungle had suddenly appeared in the desert.

Bai Xiaolu had once received something called 'DVD' from a traveling merchant. She had watched a lot of movies about life before the war, including the ancient war scenes from a hundred years ago.

He had thought that a real war would be one where thousands of cannons were firing and everything was burning.

However, the 'New Gold Mountain' in front of them was lifeless. When the first wave of slave soldiers and new soldiers reached the entrance of the underground bomb, there was still no response, as if it were a ghost town.

It was not until a lot of slave soldiers and new soldiers rushed into the underground along the slope that a lot of humming things flew out.

It was a drone.

In the Wasteland, drones were synonymous with death. Once they were targeted, absolutely no one could escape.

As it turned out, the drones danced and landed in the places where the attackers were densest, before they exploded into raging electric arcs that covered a hundred square meters.

The aggressors seemed to have been whipped by a cold whip.

Everyone fell to the ground, tied up by the magnificent blue electric arcs.

They still made no sound.

There was not even smoke or blood.

It was like an absurd, unbelievable dream.

But the lives of countless people had been reaped so quietly and casually.

Such a scene should have scared the attackers, but most of them had swallowed the pills and burnt the nerve in their brain that was responsible for 'fear'. They were still rushing forward against the electric arcs and dying in the blue brightness.

Bai Xiaolu clenched her fists and glanced at Boss Gold Tooth, who was standing on an armored vehicle not far away.

He found that Boss Gold Tooth was as calm as usual and even yawned, as if it did not matter.

Bai Xiaolu finally understood.

The new soldiers on the attacking side and the drones on the defending side were both expendable.

If he had not been lucky enough to follow Boss Gold Tooth, he would have found him among the dead bodies, too.

In just half an hour.

Tens of thousands of slave soldiers and new soldiers were almost exhausted.

Even if some of them were able to rush into the tunnels, the defenders were clearly waiting to be exhausted. It was estimated that they would have already torn these mobs into pieces.

They hadn't even seen a single shadow of the defenders.

How was he going to fight the war?

Right when she was feeling restless, Bai Xiaolu suddenly heard a series of dense shrieks that were even sharper, faster, and more ear-piercing than the train cannon.

When he raised his head, he saw hundreds of white lines sweeping across the sky and tearing apart the lead-gray clouds. They drew a sharp curve and marched into the cave above the 'New Gold Mountain' as if they had eyes.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Thunderous noises echoed below the ground. The ground above the 'New Gold Mountain' protruded out. Endless flames spurted hundreds of meters out of the hole, together with a lot of burnt body parts and twisted debris.

Through the military boots, Bai Xiaolu felt that her feet were suddenly heated. The earth seemed to be burning, and the underground had turned into an ocean of flames.

"A precision guided missile. I see."

The elder brother analyzed calmly, "As it turns out, the tens of thousands of lives on the Furious Blood Wasteland are just the reconnaissance of the 'firepower' of Boss Gold Tooth and the 'contract'. The purpose of the reconnaissance is to figure out the defense below the 'New Gold Mountain', lock onto the firing points where the temperature is rising, and solve the problem with the precise guided missiles from the 'contract' launch bases!

"Prepare yourself, deer. We are going to charge."

Sure enough, when the white line appeared in the sky, Boss Gold Tooth's expression changed.

He stared at the white lines, his face cramping. He cursed silently, as if he was scared and disgusted by the 'precision guided missiles'.

But he was not tied up by his emotions for long. Licking his lips, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm and inserted a piece of blood-stained paper into the tank.

Thirteen red-and-white stripes and fifty white stars were embedded in the blue rectangular block in the upper left corner. It was said that the Citi used to represent the most dominating power on the planet. Wherever the sunlight shone, the glory of the Citi flew. However, what was the use of that? The war had destroyed everything, including the Citi that started the war. Now, the glory of the past was only occasionally shining among the claws and teeth of the wolves and hyenas in the desert.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

Bai Xiaolu heard noises coming from the tank of the gold-toothed leader. Something seemed to be honking, followed by melodious music.

He had thought that it would be an impassioned battle hymn, but it turned out to be a very strange, very pleasant, but seemingly unsuited for battlefield killing.

"In the heavenlike West Virginia

There was the Nando River in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The creatures there were far away, older than the trees.

Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

The village road. Take me home. That's where I belong.

Mother Mountain, West Virginia

"Take me home on the village road!"

In the beautiful, warm, and even somewhat unfashionable music, all the members of the Citigroup were fully equipped.

Boss Gold Tooth had even wrapped three to five rounds of ammunition belts around his chest. Dozens of grenades were hanging from his waist. In his hand was a Vulcan Machine Gun… Heavens, was he really a human being?

"Maga!"

In the song, Boss Gold Tooth screamed himself hoarse and vomited blood.

"Maga!"

All the members of the Citigroup were crazy.

The real charge had begun!

Bai Xiaolu was regretting her choice.

He discovered that Boss Gold Tooth was simply a lunatic.

When the slave soldiers and new soldiers who had been temporarily captured were charging, Boss Gold Tooth had stayed at the back like a cruel schemer. Naturally, Bai Xiaolu was saved.

But right now, when it was the Citi Gang's turn to march forward, the leader of the gang, the 'big brother of the big brother', was charging at the front without caring about his own life. He was not even sitting in the tank, but sitting astride the rapid-fire cannon of the tank, holding the blood-stained Citi in his hand, and shouting the battle hymn of 'the road to the countryside, bring me home'. He was laughing and uttering weird noises, as if he were a fearless cowboy who did not care whether new drones could fly out of the ground or not.

Even Bai Xiaolu had to sit in the armored vehicle closest to him. She held her head and shivered, fearing that she might be killed together with Boss Gold Tooth.

However, they finally rushed into the underground without encountering any obstacles. The precision guided missile bombardment just now had indeed crushed the defense points at the periphery of 'New Gold Mountain' into powder. Once they entered the chaotic street fighting in the downtown area, the damage of the high-precision weapons of the underground would be minimized, and the advantage of numbers of the devils would be maximized.

They sang and rained bullets on the burnt bodies while they charged forward along the rugged slopes. Soon, they reached the 'New Gold Mountain' from dozens of different slopes.

The delicate and prosperous underground metropolis before their eyes made all the devils unable to believe their eyes.

Before Bai Xiaolu could see the scenery outside, she was hit in the head by the refreshing air. She was seeing stars and crying.

"So there is such a nice-smelling air in the world."

Bai Xiaolu's eyes were brimming with tears. "There is no stink, no smell of rust, no sourness of acid rain, and no sweetness of radiation. It is the air. The purest air!"

He was somewhat drunk.

The soldiers around him were the same.

Some of them were even crying uncontrollably.

The city in front of them dazzled and infuriated them.

All the devils had imagined the underground metropolis countless times—decorating the 'paradise' with the most splendid and extravagant scenes that they could imagine.

But the real underground metropolis was hundreds of times more splendid and extravagant than they had imagined.

Not to mention the rows upon rows of automatically glowing, futuristic skyscrapers.

Artificial gardens that could be found everywhere in the city.

Bewildering mist was spurting out of the interconnected tubes above their heads from time to time, which was a waste of the clean water that the devils in the desert valued as much as their own life. It was all for the purpose of bringing an insignificant chill to the underground world.

Such extravagance!

Such absurdity!

How could they do such a cruel and unforgivable thing?

"Do you see? The underground people would rather waste their precious water than give the devils a way out!

Boss Gold Tooth roared, "Then let's go and take back what belongs to us with our bullets and butcher's knives!"