Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 569 Celebration
Vengeance land.

Lu Meng is not a native, so he does not regard the sky fire as an ordinary natural phenomenon.

Just look at the laser beams falling from the sky.

I knew something was wrong.

The painting styles are not on the same level.

In this era when technology is lost and major forces in the wasteland continent are still mainly competing with cold weapons, this is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack.

Able to fight against it.

There is only black technology that comes from the same source.

The technology hunter, or the mechanic behind it, has mastered a part of it, and other forces may have mastered other parts...but Lu Meng really doesn't have any good solution at the moment.

Fire-retardant paint can block it, but it consumes a lot of energy and is very expensive. It must be used in conjunction with a building health bonus module to be more cost-effective.

But this would make it unsuitable to lead a corps or launch a large-scale advance.

If you just put the paint on the armor without leaving enough space... I'm afraid you will end up like that merchant Ren Lin, being roasted alive.

And the stay time is longer.

"Eye" - the synchronous satellite that launches the skyfire and the space-based weapon equipped with an orbital laser cannon, the speed at which it replenishes energy must be faster than the speed at which their paint is consumed.

Therefore, we can only deal with emergencies.

Rather than a long-term solution.

On the other hand, in the Revenge Land, the part of the Skeleton Legion they exposed during the Scone Expedition had already proved their strength - the most important thing was that under the coverage of the Skyfire, they could attack or defend.

Having such a neighbor.

It's a big and thorny problem for everyone.

The White Eyebrow Clan was ignorant and fearless in the past, and had no idea what the area next to their base was like. They just thought it was sparsely populated, so there would be no enemies or looters, and it was not even defended.

We can live in peace.

But for Lu Meng, who knew the background, it would be impossible for him to be so careless and would not rely on luck.

Must prepare early.

Therefore, after the beast disaster in the inland was quelled and the newly built Red Wall could completely isolate the beaked beasts in the south, he had already been guarding the border of the Land of Revenge.

At the same time, he assembled his troops.

Be prepared for possible conflicts.

But the real key is to use a series of nested tactics of confusing the enemy to stabilize the decision-makers in the revenge area and eliminate the disaster before it happens.

As long as there was a chance, Lu Meng didn't want to use the fortune he had saved with great difficulty to fight with these skeletons... They had been made into headless slaves, and they knew no fear of fear and were not afraid of death, so a one-for-one exchange would be a loss.

And their owners will not be stingy.

Even if the battle results in a loss to both sides, it will not be conducive to Lu Meng's continued foothold in Shandi, as there are more obvious enemies surrounding them.

Even if he loses.

Fortunately, after so many days of observation and vigilance, and calculating the itinerary and progress, if the Skeleton Legion really wanted to send troops, they would have already been at the gates of the city and fighting for a long time.

And if the troops have not been sent yet.

On Lu Meng's side, the major tribes in Shan Land have gradually stabilized, production and life have resumed, and support from the swamp and Scone has continued... Their morale is high and they are fully prepared. Even if the other side wants to fight, they have lost the best opportunity.

Combine the real and the virtual, and be prepared for both situations.

It finally worked.

Although the assembled troops were not put to use, the current result is the most favorable.

Seto, Fearless Tora, Griffin, Bowei... Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Meng turned around, stood alone on the high slope, facing them.

Available to everyone.

He drew out the inscribed blade and held it upside down.

This slender horse-slaying sword, the symbol of the Iron Dome's royal power, reflects the sunlight, and the red blade shines brightly, contrasting with the vast wilderness behind Lu Meng, showing a majestic momentum.

"The celebration... begins!"

The Red King spoke. His voice was not loud, but because the whole place was silent and everyone was listening and waiting, the brief order spread to all the major military formations in an instant.

Immediately, cheers broke out.

The voices rang out in unison.

This trip is also a gathering and review. If a war breaks out after the parade, they will go directly to the battlefield;
And if peace.

It was a long-awaited joint celebration.

As the leader of the White Eyebrow Clan, Wu Ma White Eyebrow was naturally also in the team. This clan leader, who had been working so hard that he looked much older than his actual age, finally seemed to relax and close his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face as he followed the cheers around him.

The tribes in the land of Shan were in disarray, with many overlords emerging one after another. It was not that no one had thought about unifying this grassland.

However, the problem they face is not internal, but comes from the power of this continent and this planet - the beaked beasts nurtured by the local ecology.

Under the disaster of beasts, changes are frequent.

Every bloodbath is a change of plate.

If you have to do your best to survive, how can you care about other things? Even in the myths and pastoral songs "The Chronicles of the Land of Shem" that have been sung by wandering tribes for thousands of years, it is said that there will always be a hero who will lead all the tribes to sit around the same fire, and all people of different surnames will be as close as brothers... and he will conquer and ride the long-necked beast.

The herders imagine the future by writing history, but this is not a prophecy, but an expectation for life - which is often far from the current situation.

Or even the complete opposite.

Even Wu Ma's research is working towards this goal.

The singing of pastoral songs is also one of the reasons why animal trainers have such a prominent status in various tribes.

The appearance of Wumian made people think for a time that he was the hero and the one who was fulfilled.

The result is a false mask.

Wu Ma slowly opened his eyes.

——But, after the mask was broken.

People really saw it again.

He has descended here.

The red blade is sharp and the white hair is flying.

The cloak flutters like a flag.

It's like a gift from heaven.

In addition to the assembled troops, including the Shan nomads gathered in the valley garrison, cheers instantly overwhelmed the end of Lu Meng's order.

Reverence, joy, and finally returning to the peace of daily life... slaughtering cattle and sheep, singing, dancing, and drinking wine, everything that a celebration should have is available.

The black goat Cornelius, who had drunk the grass liquor secretly, staggered towards his own throne of honor - but was pulled back by his little master, Dib Farstrider, the honorary instructor of the Wolf Cavalry.

In that direction is the slaughterhouse.

The ancient grassland pastoral "The Chronicles of Shantide" has come to the end here.

Because the hero has his name.

——The poet sang like this.

Within the cult of black clothes and silver emblems, everything from the social structure of the Land of Flash, the ecology of the grasslands to the anatomy and physiology of the beaked beasts... as well as the fulfillment of the original legend and the boundaries of the Heavenly Fire of the Land of Revenge, have been recorded in a book.

They will serve as books of knowledge as well as religion.

Let it be passed down together with the religious community.

But the embers never die.

The celebration was in full swing and lively, but Lu Meng, the original center of the event, quietly left the scene with a few people and did not participate in it.

The atmosphere was so warm, like a bonfire, that even if the spark that ignited it left, the temperature would not diminish - he knew that what these people needed was relaxation and rest.

Not long after, they arrived at a tent.

Before Lu Meng could lift the curtain, a large dog with bones hanging on it suddenly jumped out.

Biting on his hand.

(End of this chapter)