The vanguard king Eric Moore's vanguard troops were destroyed by self-destruction of thousands of tons of ammunition, so he could only stop and wait for the subsequent troops to arrive.

Originally, Eric Moore thought it would take only half a day to reorganize the attack, but obviously he overestimated the organizational capabilities of his undead troops and underestimated the strength of the base's strike.

Outside the range of long-range artillery, countless bombers converted from transport aircraft kept dropping bombs at the undead army while they were moving.

There are so many undead that the temporary modifications and simple bomb drop sight transport aircraft that are only equipped with no exception can drop bombs without restraint, and there is no need to worry that the bombs thrown will fall.

The threat from the sky made the undead, who was already unfast, walk even slower.

But even when they came to Eric Moore, the undead had no good life.

In order to save fuel, the Air Force did not cause trouble for them, but the long-range heavy artillery shells would roar from time to time, and the undead army that had just gathered would soon be bombed again.

As a result, it was not until the third day that the skeleton king Eric Moore took his troops to set off south again.

Behind them, the white bones had already laid a thick layer on the land of Hell Valley, with craters of all sizes continuously one after another.

This time, the skeleton king Eric Moore left all the human believers in the army in a relatively safe place behind. He didn't know what was waiting for them ahead, but there was no doubt that the resistance of the Chinese people to the south would be more intense.

All the human believers who can participate in this expedition are elites. After hundreds of years of training, they can become emerging forces of their own power. There is no need to treat them as cannon fodder here as much.

Let the cannon fodder do things like cannon fodder. No matter how many casualties or injuries, he won’t feel distressed. Now the Eternal Holy Sect makes everyone’s headache is that there are too many cannon fodders! Almost 70% of the social problems are caused by them!

So even if the casualties were enough to cover the valley, the King of Skeleton Eric Moore was still in a good mood.

Even if these losses are more than ten times more, it will not hurt him. It would be better to say that they will eliminate a lot of population pressure for him.

Originally, the King of Skeleton Eric Moore was ready to go all the way, but miraculously, not long after they set off south, the continuous artillery and air raids that had been in full swing!

The high-level undead with wisdom generally gave the same explanation - alchemy weapons are very expensive, and those Chinese people are beginning to unable to withstand this endless consumption!

Unfortunately, they do not understand how much modern industrial production can increase the output of weapons, nor do they know how many old bombs and shells are in stock in the opposite China.

In fact, the reason why bombing and shelling stopped was to make the undead gather more densely - after a long period of attack, the undead troops were no longer as overwhelming as before, and the killing efficiency of shelling and bombing began to be greatly reduced.

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"Steer! Turn immediately, Rusta!"

“Duang!”

Looking at the car hitting the stone on the screen, Rusta turned helplessly to look at the instructor who had been yelling behind him.

"Sorry, instructor, I didn't notice that there was a ditch over there..."

The instructor sighed helplessly, patted Rusta on the shoulder and said, "It's nothing, it's already very good. This is a wide racing game after all, and the actual operation is not that difficult. Come on, let's try it."

"Oh, yes sir."

Getting off the racing simulator, Rusta followed the instructor with anxiety. His job has been to eat, sleep, and play racing in the past three days since he was selected. Of course, he is on the simulator.

It's the kind of racing console that can be seen in playgrounds.

After practicing for three days, Rusta, a vomiting man who was dizzy when he saw the screen, was trained to be a road killer who could barely run on a few laps in a racing car.

But this is enough. No matter what, no matter how you are short of manpower and poor skills, you have to support it. What's more, the instructor in charge of him really doesn't want to continue teaching.

It's even more tired than going to the battlefield!

Following the instructor to a large room guarded by the guards, Rusta was a little stunned.

The room is very big and the same as their city hall, and it is full of "game consoles"! However, the racing games they played seem to be a little different from what they have been in contact with in the past three days.

It's indeed different. The remote control vehicle operated by these people was a crude product temporarily transformed, and it was not much more complicated than the remote control model. It can be said to be a fool's operation - when designing it, I never thought of letting these people be operators.

So from the beginning, the need to design a simulator was not considered.

It was not until the army of the skeleton king Eric Moore's invaded and a large number of operators had urgently transported a batch of game consoles to use as simulators before they came from the earth.

Pressed by the instructor on the chair, Rusta looked at the extra oil volume, water temperature, status indicators and other information on the screen, and added the row of extra buttons on the operation panel, and was almost crying.

What is it easier to say!?

Why do I think it's not simple at all?

The instructor glanced at Rusta's bitter face and said, "Don't worry about those instruments unless they turn red! If they really turn red, call me and I'll deal with it. All you need to do is drive!

Don't worry, the car you need to drive is much slower than the one you used to play, and you won't accidentally hit a stone.

Also, you don’t have to worry about these buttons. I will post numbers on them later. You just need to drive the car out and then press the buttons in the order of numbers.

Look, isn't this very simple?"

Rusta looked at the instructor and showed a smile that was even worse than crying.

The instructor sighed helplessly and said, "Drive out and try it now. Be careful to slow down and don't hit someone else's car."

"Crash...Crash!?"

Rusta was shocked. The crash in the past three days has become a psychological shadow. Which game he played was not the scene of a car accident!?

"Can I... quit? I still think moving shells is more suitable for me."

The instructor slapped Rusta in the head.
Chapter completed!