Brother Idea received a call from the depths of the genes. If the genetic material that is difficult to distinguish between green skin and animals and plants is really a gene, in short, it is not an isolated case.

Deep in the northern wasteland, more than one big savant felt this call. Of course, those big savant may not be as clear as the picture seen by the Idea Brother, but it is enough to bring them a lot of strange inspiration.

So Mao Fan players are blessed, so New China players are blessed.

The whistling steel, supported by several short legs with obvious shortcomings, left solid footprints on the wasteland at a speed slower than green-skin walking. These say that tanks are not tanks, and that walking mechas are not walking mechas are driven by magic crystals. Each one is a limited edition made by hand. Even the energy circuit is different, each has its own shortcomings, and the failure rate is terrible.

But the green skins felt from the bottom of their heart that this thing was not good. Those big guys who were over three meters tall would rather remove the shells of these weird mechas than stuff their huge bodies into them to enjoy it.

The boys who should have manipulated these war machines were placed under the butt by the big guys as seats.

Even if a small mecha like the big skill is prepared for the boys, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of the green skins. In just one day, thousands of boys were abandoned in the wilderness because of their butts.

The big savvy can't control this behavior at all. Greenskins always have the opportunity to break the rules and enjoy it.

The border line of the Kingdom of Kisliv was also affected by February Fortress. The players of Mao Federation did not try to expose themselves to the defense line for reasons such as glory and passion. However, every year, Greenskin regards the direction of the Kingdom of Kisliv as the main breakthrough, which is a habit that has been formed over thousands of years.

"Babayev, slap me quickly and see if I'm dreaming!" A sentry hiding in the guard point tried hard to pull his companion who was sleeping beside him. Yesterday they both got a bottle of high-purity spirit and had a hairy drink, but they didn't wake up this morning.

He felt as if he had seen a strange green-skinned army on the horizon in the distance.

Babayev, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and satisfied his companion's wish without hesitation. A loud slap in his face: "Yakov, are you not sobering yet, and you want to make me laugh? How could you make such a request?"

"Damn it, report to the top quickly, the green-skin invasion has begun!" Yakov straightened his hat that was beaten and stumbled toward the outpost. The only two players were active here. In order to prevent accidents in the player's communication system, a beacon tower was also prepared in the center of the outpost, which could emit strong black smoke when burned.

Yakov ignited the fuel in the beacon tower: "It's time for us to leave, Babayev, this time the green skin is equipped with tanks!"

Babayev lay on the wall and looked at it for a moment, and the dizziness after the hangover disappeared completely. He saw the green skins assisting the tanks to turn and aim at his side.

"Let's go! Go! Go!" Babayev jumped out of the outpost in a panic and pulled Yakov to the west.

Soon, the two of them heard the sound of green cannons.

"I think we ran too early." Yakov stood 350 meters west of the outpost, watching the dots of shells landing around the outpost, but they did not land in the outpost.

"Do you remember when they first played with muskets?" Babayev would not underestimate those green monsters: "At the beginning, many of them used muskets as sticks, and sometimes they could kill themselves or their own people."

"I know, they learn very quickly in this regard." Yakov stopped talking, because two consecutive shells hit the outpost steadily, blowing the simple fence into pieces.

"Vision 3 found a medium-sized green-skinned group, with something similar to a tank in hand." Babayev sent messages twice in a row, intending to attract the attention of the above, and he soon realized that he had done useless work.

The beacon signal along their outpost was like a growing fire snake, igniting all the way to the rear.

This year's green disaster is ahead of schedule!

Babayev and Yakov looked at each other, which was not good news for them.

Unlike the New Chinese who took over the indigenous empire smoothly, the rise of the Mao Federation people was pressed into the mud pit from the beginning.

The rulers of the Kisliv Kingdom keenly discovered the players' existence and intentions, and directly took the lead and would rather split the Kisliv Kingdom in half than surrender. The entire Kisliv Kingdom was involved in a cruel civil war.

This war was fought from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and no side gained a advantage. Behind the female czar was a double-digit legendary powerhouse. The Kingdom of Kisliff, which had been fighting for many years, had great advantages in legendary power. The existence of these legendary powerhouses turned the number advantage of players into vague, and both sides could only struggle in the quagmire of war.

If the New Chinese had not broken through a supply line in the northern wasteland a while ago, Mao Federation players would not even be able to support the indigenous people on their territory.

There is no way, most of the territory of the Kisliv Kingdom belongs to the northern wasteland, and almost no grass grows, so the people here are strong and every household is rich in hunters.

The two sides of the civil war had reached an agreement before that when the Green Disaster came, they would temporarily quit the war and jointly resist the Green Skin's invasion. After the Green Disaster is over, they will fight their own war.

There has been no civil strife in the history of the Kisliv Kingdom, but they have left behind such a tradition since the first time that all civil wars must make way for the war against the green disaster.

Now, the green disaster is ahead of schedule. Just when the two sides had just reached an agreement on this matter, it was a coincidence that neither the Maoist Federalists nor the Kisliv Indigenous forces were ready to deal with the green disaster.

The food prepared for the warriors has not been collected yet. The previous war consumed a lot of stock of food, as did weapons and armor. The two sides did not reach a consensus on the logistics route, and there was no detailed division of defense zones. The war suddenly came.

The Mao Federation could only rely on its own strength to temporarily withstand the pressure, and at the same time prayed that the female tsar behind them would not take advantage of the God-given opportunity to give them a set of justice back pricks.

Fortunately, the female Tsar was a very charming person. She kept her promise and not only did not take any damage, but also urgently allocated a large amount of logistics supplies to the front line of confrontation between the two sides.
Chapter completed!