Chapter 804: Lao Luo

This was the 125th day that the dirty car mechanic Maviman served in the Guards, and it was also the eighteenth day of the attack on Mount Mihir.
Before attacking this largest and last bastion of mankind, the attack on the mine was more difficult than expected.
On the one hand, for unknown reasons, the originally united idle gangs began to fight each other again, as if turning into wild animals in one night, they showed no mercy to their former associates.
Miveman attributed it to the influx of new boys from the south. The waaagh energy formed by this war is so great that the sinister wasteland thousands of miles away can be felt. It is said that there are countless new people in that area every day. The kid is born.
The army of conquerors led by Guk has not only decreased in number, but has become more than before departure.
But it is clear that the new boys and gangs do not understand a lot of "rules". They and the boys and gangs who arrived earlier had numerous conflicts because of various factors such as loot and territory. At that time, the fighting behind the front line never went out. The boys armed themselves with the garbage they picked up, and then started fighting with the gangs around them.
This is the ecological and social form of Ok. Miveman was not surprised, but what annoyed him was that the parts and ammunition needed to repair the chariot often could not be delivered to the front line on time because of the increasing gang fighting. The temporary workshops cannot meet the demand immediately.
So he has been troubled these days.
His dirty car squad was deployed around a mining city, where it was first cleaned up, but the end of the original equipment can be guessed from the wreckage.
Miveman was so angry about the stealing behavior of the scavenger kid that he whispered to these poor parts for many days, so today is the first time he has gone out since closed door repair.
The reason why he can temporarily drop those injured parts and drink with his subordinates on the front line is because a bunch of scavengers are besieging a human-washed mine, they have paid a good price , Let Meviman's tank to assist.
After drinking a barrel of black mushroom wine, the first round of shelling came to an end.
"Another shell was consumed."
The scavenger boss spread his hand to Miveman, and then pointed to a four-wheeled wooden cart with a fart, all of which were shell shells after being hit.
"It doesn't seem to work well."
Mwyman's eyes narrowed, and he looked into the far-off tattered helmet behind the bunker, and the distant brown-red fences and bunkers.
"Strange, how can the sand resist the shells?"
"You're blind, Gear Boy, look carefully, it's all iron!"
"Aren't they dug out of the ground?"
"No, that's the mechanical equipment they removed. You see, it's an excavator. There's a boom there... otherwise why I knocked this place, it's too hard to hit. It's not because there is too much oil and water. Let’s hurry up before the other guys find out."
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"second round?"
After a while, the new pallet truck arrived, and the stacked shells piled up on top of it. The gasping buttholes were driven to move the shells down before they could rest in a hurry.
The scavenger gang also glanced at Miveman. His twelve super-heavy tanks were lined up more than 100 meters from here. The muzzle was slightly raised, and he could fire again at any time.
"No, no! Those things are useful!"
Obviously, in Miveman's eyes, the lives of a group of boys are far less valuable than a large excavator.
"I also know, but does this require all of us to fill in our lives?! Then what are you doing?"
Obviously, this did not touch Miveman.
"I don't need to pay the final payment, but I have to give that excavator, I need the above parts, complete!"
"Kid Gear, you have to be clear, that's unrealistic."
Scavenger boss shook his head.
"In such a vast open land, there is no cover and cover... We are not those white helmet children dressed in good iron skins and holding good guys, as for the firepower of Xiami, you just saw..."
"I think so."
Miveman frowned.
To the best of his knowledge, the enemies in this mine washing field were not originally stationed here. They were rushed to the place all the way. There are no mines in the vicinity to allow them to retreat, which means that this human force has been surrounded. Too.
A beleaguered enemy, even a fart, will kill him, Miveman knows this.
"There is no hole in this place, that is to say, these shrimps have no escape route, I know a little, shrimps have to eat and drink every day, otherwise they will die, have you been here for a few days?"
"Six... I counted, uh, thirteen days."
"Thirteen days, even if the shrimps are ready to eat, it should be almost the same."
"and so?"
The scavenger boss stared at the mechanic curiously. He felt that his price was indeed pointed out. The guy coming out of the overlord's head really wanted this legend to spread widely in the sinister wasteland.
"Find a way to let them surrender."
"Unrealistic."
"I read. The flags of these dried shrimps are not black. Only those dried shrimps are hard bones. The others should not be so stiff."
"But how to make them surrender?"
"Use food, use shrimp to eat, and have to let a live shrimp come forward."
"Where did I get this?"
"Maybe...not necessarily."
Miveman touched his chin with greasy hands, and a smirk appeared on his face.
The harsh music sounded melodiously.
So ten minutes later, he was sitting in the restaurant behind the field camp. The boys around were talking to him excitedly. Because of the guard emblem on his body, many of the boys saw the mechanics serving by the overlord for the first time. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
"We punched shrimps to heaven~"
"We kicked shrimp into the ground~"
"Praise for Mao!"
Forced by this warm atmosphere, Miveman had to keep a smile and sing along with a group of boys, and then hey hey hey.
At the entrance of the restaurant, there was also a sign with a sad, ugly face painted, and a funny-looking squag. The text on the top was "Sgurg is unsalable, save us!"
"Ah, I'm so glad you showed up on time again, Boss Miveman."
At this time, the master of the restaurant, fart elder Rocca, opened the kitchen curtain, and the smell of the Scrooge in the right hand plate made the mechanic realize that he was really hungry.
So he nodded and smiled, saying hello.
Naturally, there is no need for a technician to do it by hand, but the fart does it for him.
"Let me guess, your purpose here is not just to eat a meal?"
Miveman took a big bite.
It is indeed a good taste. As a fart, it can make the restaurant so prosperous. There must be some reasons.
And Miveman happened to be one of the Oaks who knew this "cause".
"How did you guess?"
"Usually you are sneaking in from the back door."
The mechanic acknowledged twice.
"Indeed, I want to borrow a cook."
Buttock swallowed the carrot in his mouth.
"Who?"
"Uh... I already said it was a cook."
"Just right, right in front of you."
The fart elder Luo lifted his chest and looked very proud.
"I am the best!"
The mechanic shook his head.
"Okay... I have to make it clearer, a shrimp, you know."