Chapter 319: Mao Gegang (middle)

"Mord, it's easier than expected."
Behind the battlefield, looking at the gradually receding wave of Oak, the next member of the Trust Council, Polt, uttered his own laughter. Although the sound was similar to a broken player, it was difficult to separate the sound.
"Oak's weaknesses are as obvious as their strengths. When there is no brain, they are nothing."
Maud embraced his chest with both hands and stood on a high ground overlooking the battlefield in the distance. Hundreds of sons of dawn lined up behind him.
"Wait for biological weapons to flood into the outer urban area, we will go directly to the underground of Luo Shengdu, right?"
"Based on previous maps, I judged that STC should be in this area."
Maud opened his hand and raised a three-dimensional image in the palm of his hand. A red bright spot flashed at the bottom of the image.
"It's quite deep."
"So we have to be fast. Although Ok is chaotic, they have an absolute quantitative advantage. We just beat them by surprise for a while, leaving us little time.
"Understood, then I first..."
Suddenly, Port stopped his words, and his two faces appeared frozen at the same time, all four arms pointing in one direction.
"That, that's..."
Maud also noticed that the funny-looking idol slowly moved!
Nervous boys excitedly shouted "Oh!" when the colossus was alive, the war machine in the bucket belly rumbled when the engine started, black smoke boiled in the chimney, dirt and soot were caught when its arm moved Shocked.
It began to twist its head, initially screaming, and gradually smoothed as the bearing absorbed the oil and grease pumped into it.
Roaring with divine anger, the colossus raised a giant foot and stepped forward.
"what!"
The nerve boy began to cry.
"It's Brother Mao, Brother Mao is alive!"
They chanted and began to wave various weird items on their heads, such as buckets and sticks, and garbage debris.
Mao Gegang’s footsteps dropped heavily and landed on a tray of paint piled up. The jar was flattened, allowing the lucky blue liquid to flow in all directions.
It has not been painted yet, its armor plate is still monotonous, steel gray.
It's not there yet, but it will definitely never be blue. When you finish these things, the idea is to paint it yellow. There is a big red sun in front of it, which is the correct color.
The sun is inside, the sun is outside, smart!
As the speed increased, the roaring Mao Gekong swayed across the street, striking the shack into the dust while moving forward, turning the mechanic boy's workshop into ruins.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !
The loudspeaker magnified the roar of the idea guy to a deafening level. He let Mao Gejin go forward to the battlefield. A thick earth wall with a turret hindered him. He did not hesitate to turn it into mud at the foot of Mao Ge.
"guys!"
The Idea Guy shouted to all Oaks through a megaphone
"Kill them! Kill them!"
The nerve boy's cigarette holder fired at will with a giant cannon. A shell was inserted into the mud and exploded, the mud flower sprayed into the sky, and the broken bodies of those monsters.
"Fuck them! Waaaagh!!!"
All the Oaks around Mao Ge were shocked and excited, especially the neuros, who were excited by the noise of the battle and poured out of the waste city to start fighting with those monsters.
The chaotic boys also found the target they wanted to follow. No boss was as good as a steel of more than ten meters high. They suddenly threw away their previous fears and frustrations.
They gathered, they roared, they charged, and followed the footsteps of Mao Gejingang.
The boys, regardless of distance, gathered, and Mao was among them. Agrim roared and roared through his megaphone.
The biological weapons of the Trust Council continued to flow in, using lasers and plasma fire to boil the Oaks into their skins. The volley of flesh and blood messengers equipped with large caliber bullets caused huge casualties to the waves of assaults.
But no matter how much they kill, there will always be more "Waaagh!" coming to them, and the Oaks want to fight.
Ideas burst into death with the colossal laser eye, causing many monsters to be ignited by the crackling energy.
He found a group of shrimps and his boss, and immediately shouted to the fart group to adjust the position of his arm.
"Let Xiami see why don't mess with Ok!"
The Idea Guy moved Mao Gekong to the right, giving his deputy a better shot.
When the deputy was operating, he whistle wildly, a deep, penetrating buzz joins the battle song, and the magnetic force of lifting and throwing things rises to a high pitch when he rushes out of the fusion reactor of Mao Gejingang.
He aimed at Shimi's car and swayed the lever. With this sweep, he pushed a group of four claws forward and poured gravity on them.
An anti-gravity ray grabbed a floating tank and pulled it off the ground like pulling a mushroom.
The clever guy's deputy rocked the lever up and down, yanked the claws forward, and threw the thing across the battlefield before the last magnetic pulse disappeared.
The tank flew to a group of children of dawn in a beautiful arc, and they only had time to look up before they were flattened, and the pipple's laughter was so loud.
As a walking god, Mao King Kong passed through the battlefield and stepped on many tough enemies on the ground. A laser shot on its barrel-shaped belly could only create a scratch, and the subsequent counterattack would make it a success. Pieces of enemies evaporate, and Ideas has prepared a lot of guns and weapons for it. These things are now of great use.
Cigarette holders are endlessly nagging, turning over and over with nonsense and artillery. He swings back and forth on the shooter chair of the giant cannon. Although crazy, he caused a lot of damage to the enemy.
The sweaty buttocks behind him pushed the new shells onto the conveyor belt to the gun position. They worked hard~EbookFREE.me~ because the more words they spoke, the faster he played, even the heat of the barrel Burnt through the shell.
On the lower deck, the maintenance technicians moved quickly, some drilled into the pipelines and cables, adjusted this, screwed that, and others used fists and modified sledgehammers to knock on other things to keep the reactor running.
Looking through the thick glass mouth repeatedly to the core of the reactor, the little sun was burning dry angrily there, it arched the cracked zigzag currents, and provided them to the fat fur brother's anger.
The fart works in every place, adjusts and messes around, and heavy goggles and gloves protect their weak fart body. This is the most noisy part of Mao Gejing, and it shakes the room every step of the way.
The device screamed, and the reactor made a continuous, sizzling roar, and each time the shell hit the shell, the little sun roared louder.
Before long, the idea guy shouted down through the pipe.
"The tertiary plasma overflow channel seems to be overloaded!"
He uses the technical language that they sometimes use, but they cannot understand it correctly.
The maintenance mechanic looked at the machine in disbelief, and a part of it glowed red. He didn't think they should be in this situation, which might not be good.
"Ok,"
He responded to ideas like this.
"Don't uh me!"
The angry voice of Dajiba spouted through the horn.
"Fix it! A few pairs of nails should work well."
The maintenance technician can only drill through the crowded reactor room and let a fart lift the nails well. He uses his No. 4 hammer to hit the nails twice while ignoring the smell of weeping and roasting dwarf.
When the metal lost its color he stood up again.
"Good job."
He shouted loudly:
"Head, get it done!"
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