Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

The mortar has a short body, a large angle of fire, a high ballistic arc, is easy to install, and more importantly, the manufacturing cost is not high.

Yang Ming's flesh and blood clone carried a batch of mortars to trade with the green-skinned old man, these are all trading goods, in exchange for a large amount of steel resources, no matter how you look at it, it is profitable.

For the zombie warlord of the Green-skinned Old Man, it was naturally a joy to be able to obtain such a high-quality weapon.

Well, don't worry about funding potential enemies.

After all, mortars are modern craft products, and they can't be imitated if they want to, even if the green-skinned old man wants to imitate, with the group of brainless green-skinned monsters under him, he doesn't have to think about this matter at all.

Before the Dragontooth had finished installing all the mortars, the enemy in the distance had already assembled and began to charge.

There are six zombie warlords gathered here, and they are riveting their efforts to catch up with the tsunami that floods them.

Yang Ming looked in the direction of the enemy, and the six enemies were far away from each other, which could be said to be distinct, showing that they did not trust each other.

Think about it, these zombie warlords who already have human wisdom naturally have their own selfishness, as long as they have selfish intentions, they will try their best to get rid of competitors secretly, if they think so about each other, they can only be face to face and heart disagreement, and beware of teammates.

Otherwise, once you are killed by your teammates, you won't even have a place to cry.

The six enemy classes are very different.

The enemy due east has the largest number of enemies, a group of second-order elite-level monster ghouls.

This group of human-like monsters, with dark brown skin, slightly pointed ears, no hair on their bodies, not even hair, a large bare patch, a pair of huge eyes, the whites of the eyes occupy most of the area, only a black spot in the middle, and with a hooked nose and a large mouth, it looks particularly vicious.

The ghoul is petite enough to run on two legs or on all fours, and his ten fingertips shoot out dark nails like hooks, flashing with cold light, apparently smeared with corpse poison, and once touched the corpse of an enemy, it can not only easily tear open the skin of the enemy, but can even inject the corpse poison silently.

In addition to this, Ghouls also have a Devouring skill, where 1% of the skill gains the skill of a corpse.

Theoretically, the longer a ghoul lives and the more corpses they devour, the more powerful they are likely to become.

Behind this group of ghouls are the ghoul warlords.

Compared to his other diminutive compatriots, the ghoul warlord is a burly man, nearly two meters tall, with two arms that naturally droop, and legs and feet comparable to that of an elephant, which looks like a genetically mutated xenomorph no matter how you look at it.

There are a large number of ghouls, more than 2,000 of them, and when they run collectively, they even give people a sense of déjà vu that thousands of troops have been killed.

There are only green-skinned monsters in their early 1,000s under the command of the green-skinned old man.

No way.

Who called Yang Ming to enter the Demon Steel Group twice before, and killed a group of green-skinned monsters fiercely, making the number of green-skinned monsters here seriously insufficient, and now it is necessary to strictly guard against enemies from all sides, and each wall can only arrange about five hundred green-skinned monsters, which is obviously a lot less in number.

The green-skinned old man swallowed his saliva secretly, the voice in his throat trembled a little, and said,

"Can we really win?"

Yang Ming, the flesh and blood clone, stood calmly on the wall, his hands clasped in front of his chest, his face was cold, and he didn't say a word.

He understands very well that all words are pale in the face of absolute strength.

Instead of trying to explain with the green-skinned old man, it is better to show his confidence with practical actions.

Yang Ming's control of the Dragon Tooth Soldier was not as fine as his father Yang Guofu, so he quickly returned the control of the Dragon Tooth Soldier to Yang Guofu.

When Yang Guofu connected dozens of dragon tooth soldiers through the sage system, he immediately showed his exquisite control as a generalist.

Dozens of dragontooth soldiers calibrated the position of the muzzles, and the angle of inclination was just right for the cannonballs to be fired, and they could directly fall on the most densely populated places of the enemy.

"Bang!"

"Bang Bang......"

The mortar emitted a pungent smoke of gunpowder, and the shells cut through the night sky in graceful arcs, and smashed down on the phalanx with the largest number of ghouls.

"Boom!"

The moment the shell landed, a ragy wind blew up a messy iron piece, and the iron pieces splashed in all directions were comparable to sniper bullets, and once it hit the enemy fleeing in all directions, it was the end of breaking hands and feet in an instant.

As for the enemy at the center of the explosion, naturally needless to say, most of the body was blown to pieces.

No matter how tenacious the ghoul is, it is impossible to survive this environment.

Instead, these ghouls, who have lost most of their lives, will become food for other ghouls who have been slightly injured, and through an indescribable devour, the minor injuries on these ghouls will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the demonstration of the dragon tooth soldiers, the green-skinned old man's eyes lit up.

Since it can be called a wise man, it naturally has a lot of wisdom, and it learned some of these tricks at a glance, and quickly commanded the other green-skinned monsters to follow suit and fire the cannonballs.

However, in addition to the ghoul road, the other five-way zombie warlords are not soft persimmons that can be kneaded at will.

One of them, the zombie warlords, is composed of a group of mutated three-headed zombie dogs.

However, unlike the three-headed zombie dogs that Yang Ming had seen before, this group of three-headed zombie dogs had a slight affinity for the fire element, and when they opened their bloody mouths, they were able to spit out long fire snakes.

Although in terms of power, the fire snakes spit out by these three-headed zombie dogs are far inferior to the dragon breath spewed out by Yang Ming's body, but it is also a very difficult attack ability, once they are allowed to jump on the wall, it is bound to bring a heavy blow to the green-skinned zombie warlord.

Even if there is a ring of power grids on the wall, it is difficult to say whether it can withstand the enemy's attack.

Yang Ming was still thinking about this group of green-skinned monsters working for him, where would he watch this group of three zombie dogs approach, and immediately jumped down from the five-meter-high wall.

"Bang!"

his feet hit the ground, and a shallow footprint was sunken in the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yang Ming controlled this flesh and blood clone to kill into the enemy camp, and the butcher's blade in his hand lingered with a trace of blood, mercilessly slashing at a three-headed zombie dog.

In front of the sharp butcher's blade, even the fire snake spit out by the three zombie dogs was slashed in half by Yang Ming, and then in the enemy's incredulous gaze, the head in the middle of the three zombie dogs and the body were split in half!