Lord of the Desert

Chapter 451 Aversion to Cold
Two days later, it was April 7th.

early morning.

A wet mist clung to the city.

After finishing his morning lessons, Hong Fan left the Wei family courtyard in the north of the city and headed south.

After living here for more than half a month, he has become familiar with the road under his feet and the scenery along the road.

Shengxiong Street has the largest market in the city, and now has twenty government-run distribution points that sell rice cakes at half the pre-war market price, and there are long queues at each one.

In the southwest of the market, the military office temporarily opened a window; the families of soldiers could buy smoked insect meat at a reasonable price based on their status - the two world wars harvested tens of thousands of insect corpses, but compared to the 500,000 people gathered in the city, there was not enough meat to go around.

Erbai City is the largest city in the west of Shengzhou. It originally had a large population, and now it is even more excessive. However, no matter how dense the flow of people is along the way, everyone keeps their words low, and even the crying of children cannot be heard.

As Hong Fan walked, he felt this strange silence - it seemed like fear, fear of disturbing something, but it also seemed like determination, since there was nothing to say anyway.

A quarter after noon (7:15 in the morning), he climbed up to the city wall, listened to a military briefing, and then reinforced the city wall by turning sand and soil into rocks.

Across two city sections, Dai Wangchen was revitalizing stone slabs to repair the gun mount.

Ordinary earth warriors - including Xiao Chu - are unable to control solid materials such as rammed earth, bricks and stones that have been bonded and fired. There are only two star gods in the entire city who can do this.

In contrast, the activation power of the Mind God is not restricted by material. Sand, stone, brick, copper, and iron are all equally effective. However, the Sand World specializes in one thing and excels in scope and magnitude.

Two hours later, the women carried baskets to the city to deliver food.

Hong Fan's mind was interrupted, and when he looked outside the city again, he found that the water level was half as low as that in the morning, revealing the giant insects' shells that had been soaked for two days.

There was a faint stench in the wind, mixed with the smell of water and soil.

The damaged embankment of Youhu Lake has been repaired by two of the tree god's personal guards who carried rocks.

Over the past two days, most of the accumulated water has flowed to the southeast where the terrain is lower. At the same time, the workers have been digging and clearing underground to divert the water to deeper areas.

But no matter what, the swarm will not be able to organize an offensive for at least five days.
The whole day passed in busyness every minute and every second.

Hong Fan left the city at dusk, feeling dizzy.

Solidifying the city wall was a mechanical job that did not bring much mental burden. What really consumed his energy was what he was thinking about all the time.

Hong Fan's thoughts have been running wild in the past two days. He first thought of the flamethrower from the fierce fire oil tank, then moved on to biological and chemical weapons, and finally he even drew a few sketches of a special boar hunting spear - this spear has a hollow spear head and a built-in trigger-type high-pressure gas cylinder, which can instantly blow out a large amount of air from the spear head, instantly disabling large wild boars weighing hundreds of pounds. It should also have a miraculous effect on real insects.

Of course, the more straightforward answer is always hot weapons.

Propellant, smokeless powder, repeating rifles, heavy artillery...

All of these are far from the reach of Erbai City now, and the only hot weapon Hong Fan can rely on is himself.

After dinner, he reported to the city defense office and left the city under the cover of night.

That night, in an uninhabited valley hundreds of miles northeast of Erbai City, there were repeated rumblings of thunder.

From "cannon" to "Vulcan cannon", Hong Fan has already gone 90% of the way.

The sand stream is the base, with itself as the skeleton, six gun barrels on the left and right, and the excitation links are independent...

In one second, the red light and fire burst out six times, and black stars flashed across the canyon, breaking six meters wide rocks. This is the maximum firing speed that the "Vulcan Cannon" can achieve, and it is also a destructive power that exceeds that of low-level Yuanci warriors.

Hong Fan is still unable to do six things at once, but it is easy for him to complete an aiming every 150 milliseconds - the reaction time of a congenital master is at most a dozen milliseconds, and in combat he often completes multiple games within a hundred milliseconds.

As for the recoil, it doesn't matter.

The power of an innate warrior is enough to overturn an infantry fighting vehicle. Even if he leaves the fixed cannon and carries out mobile attacks, he will only lose a little accuracy at most.

The biggest problem is the real output power.

The operation of the Vulcan Cannon fully loaded both sand and fire essences. After firing a dozen or so shots, Hong Fan felt a burning pain in his meridians. Even if he tried his best to use the method of "body and gun barrel integration" to share the load of the sand world with his flesh, he still had to slow down for a while.

“It’s not a problem of method, it’s a problem of me.”

He dispersed the sand flow and whispered to himself.

Apart from power, the total amount of true energy is the second problem. Even at its peak state, the Vulcan cannon cannot last for more than a minute.

Technical optimization has come to an end.

Hong Fan found a dangerous cliff in the wind and sat cross-legged, and quickly entered a state of meditation with the help of the sound of the rushing cold spring.

Under the Dragon Soul Tree, vitality has been slowly digesting.

The spleen and stomach meridians elsewhere are only a little blurry.

In other words, he is very close to the innate three combinations and only needs a very small opportunity to break through.

Since leaving Jinhai and settling in Xijing, the situation Hong Fan created has become increasingly larger, and the affairs he has to deal with have become increasingly complex. Especially since he went south to Shengzhou, he has even had less and less time to devote to proper practice - according to his physical talent, it is hard to say whether he can reach the innate level. If he wants to open up the meridians by his own efforts, it will probably take more than five years of hard work.

The pace is too fast and there is no way to slow down.

But in the interval between the wars, he felt that he particularly needed the kind of focus and optimism that he once had in Jinhai City, which was beyond the vast world.

The stars and the moon rotate, and a night passes in a flash.

The next morning, Hong Fan took advantage of the wind and flew back to the southwest.

The appearance of Youhu Lake has not changed under the sunlight, still like an eye with light blue sclera and deep iris, but the area around Erbai City, which is adjacent to it, is full of bald spots and little green within a dozen miles.

On the lakeside north of the city, several columns of black smoke were as tall and straight as pillars of a corridor. Hong Fan knew that it was the cremation of the dead.

Erbai City was surrounded, and because the temporary burial pits in the city had long been used up, cremation was the only option to avoid the plague.

Hong Fan flew to the top of the city wall and saw the defenders covering their faces with wet cloths. He smelled a foul odor while he was wondering.

The accumulated water outside the city had completely receded, leaving behind only the same old muddy ground, rotting insect corpses, and a number of half-sunned lake fish that occasionally jumped.

The sky was dim and the wind was heavy.

In the midst of absolute silence, only countless worker insects were waving their limbs in the mud, drilling in and out of the shells of dead true insects, devouring the supplies left behind by death.

Hong Fan looked at it for a long time and felt a chill in his heart.

(End of this chapter)