[The sunset in the long river: Holding the grass? Live fathers! Why is there such a big movement inside? The space walls are cracked! I can't lock the coordinate information like this! Be careful of the star torch water meter!]

【Cang: Already here...】

[Craftsman Master Wang: Bei'er's fucking fun!]

[Li Lace: This unreasonable thing is not only a directive blow, but it is actually a continuous AOE output. I can dodge the invincible frame of the sub-sense transmission card, but I still hang it three times!]

【The sunset in the long river:...】

On Qiu Goukun's shiny and unpulled molten belly, a bone that seemed to be a human but not completely human was standing straight there. There were muscles and lotus roots in the gaps between the bones, and more flesh and blood spread far away from the feet of the bones in a posture similar to liquefaction. Until the bones were folded up to the mini prayer interface, this pool of bloody abstract things began to gradually flow back.

"Hiss...it hurts so much..."

Li Cang reached out to straighten his throat vocal cords, perhaps because it was too close to his spine. The strength of this thing is quite remarkable. His mouth is just a decoration, and he has to rely on it for the barking of a dog.

After a star torch hit, Li Cang only suffered a bit of bone trauma, which is not worth mentioning. What's more interesting is that Qiu Goukun, based on the fusion of the creature characteristics, resisted a star torch in front, and was like an overloaded battery, with a terrifying force field brilliance towards the outside, with brightness like a timid supernova explosion.

Qiu Goukun easily broke free from the blockade of the force field of countless transformed islands that acted as the array base. The next second, an energy torrent that was almost as direct strike as the star torch was blowing out from its mouth, and it spurted out from its breathing hole. Dozens or hundreds of fully armed solid alloy fortresses were even melted out in this torrent for less than three seconds, including the blockade of the ice-sealed field of the Silver Ridge Giant Beast. Everything was only vanished in the Youyou Whale Song.

Li Cang suddenly had an illusion that this guy seemed to be over. From birth to now, it was the first time that Da Kunkun dominated the fusion mimicry, and it was the first time that he had the emotional concept of "full".

The tomb-suppressing beast sent a congratulatory message: Amelika, a good person!

cough...

For Li Cang, the horizontal kick and vertical scroll of war is just a means of levying and levying for extreme levies. He only cares about materials and resources, and can live and die. Therefore, under normal circumstances, he will hardly make plans for the opponent's main forces or core areas. For example, the layout of the old man Wang Li Lace and the various rebellious sons, they are just to ensure quality and quantity, so as to quickly complete the formulaic cleaning process.

This kind of play is undoubtedly extremely abstract and painful for Amelika Confederacy. No main attack is all feints, or it can be said that there is no feint to be all main attacks, and what is even more outrageous is that there is no basic parameters such as casualty rate and loss rate.

Human beings have spent a lot of effort on defining conventional wars for thousands of years. Well, thoughts and blood have long formed a set comfort zone, but now a guy suddenly emerges and says to them: You come out, I feel comfortable when I go in...

Who can feel comfortable with this timid?

The Amelica Confederacy is a decent Shang Dynasty. As the saying goes, the moon has its phases and wanes, and people are divided into different levels. In just a hundred years, history has proved in various senses that they cannot achieve equality in all senses. They nourish oil and cook. In the current situation, they just watch the other party turn a blind eye to the areas they are in the key defenses and attack every piece of land in the sub-space without reason. However, they have no time to angrily denounce this discrimination because they quickly realized that the other party's behavior was clearly to eat them clean. It seems unequal, but it is actually an equal discrimination against everyone...

That...

That's all right.

At this moment, outside the space.

Changhe Luo Sun turned off the mini prayer interface with a confused look on his face, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, and really couldn't understand how Amelika's star torch strike was without any signs or appearances in the void. You, you are not Li Cang's butt at all, it's clearly my face!

However, there is no time for the long river to think about it more. Opening your mouth is a string of fragrant words, which is related to whether you eat meat or drink Lao Wang's foot washing water. This is a battle of dignity, and you can't help it: "Zhao Yitian, you chew it for me, and now I will force me to connect three spaces immediately. The dog-day pure dogs in the Amelic fleet will be there!"

The Amelica [Starship-Starlink-Star Torch] system has no specific rankings. Star Torch can be used as the core of armed strikes or as the navigation and guidance of starships, and is a very complete system.

But the way the setting sun in the long river fooled them was not like a famous war god who rolled his arms and rushed towards his sleeves. Rather than saying that he was carrying out the difficulty of blocking space, the difficulty of the Citizens' anger at the zenith star, it was better to say that he used another traditional art with a communist spirit to steal the chicken.

queue.

Blockade or something, the operation difficulty is visible to the naked eye and it is endless. The queue is different. The world line may be transformed into thousands of things, but the use value of both the transition channel and the sub-space channel are extremely limited. After taking up all the exit entrances, this wide-area coordinate range is like a toilet light on a train. As long as it is marked with a label in use, it is my shape.

Soon, the hexagonal force field patterns that were like a honeycomb covering the entire airspace began to release an indescribable spatial fluctuation and tremble slightly. It can be seen that the rich historical heritage of the Amelicans finally gave them certain polite attributes. For the sake of the heavens, these people actually knew how to knock on the door.

"Tsk~" Changhe Sunset was chewing meat, drinking cold beer that was hard to come by and sweat, and his old face turned slightly red: "I promised to close the door and beat the dog, then close the door and beat the dog. Integrity is the foundation of a person. It's not time for you to perform, so why are you in a hurry to join in the fun!"

However, the Confederate's attention to the subspace where several upper parliaments are located was beyond the expectations of the long river's sunset. He took it for granted that this time would end up with a pig, wolf, and tiger, head, snake, and tail, grass, grass, grass, grass, grass, grass, and grass, as if the tremor of the force field pattern was getting more and more intense, as if something was about to break out of the air.
Chapter completed!