Chapter 448 Battle Situation and Rescue!
The alien cultivator who was madly slaughtered by the Holy Dragon City did not actually feel disadvantaged, but received constant praise.
Although the price of the equipment sold in the weapon store in the commercial district is a little higher, the quality is not enough, and it can stand the test of actual combat.
And living here to kill monsters is far more comfortable than living in one's own castle.
Every time you go out of the city, you don't need to go far, you can encounter countless mutant monsters, enough for these monks to kill them softly.
After killing the monsters, you can go back to the commercial area and use the earned brain beads to comfortably enjoy it, and there will be a lot of leftovers.
The logistical support provided by the Holy Dragon City makes the monks of different races have no worries at all. As long as they have brains in their pockets, they will not worry about not being able to buy what they want.
The most comfortable thing for these alien monks is that whenever they encounter an unsolvable danger, they can also use the walkie-talkie to call the Holy Dragon City for armed support.
The armed helicopters, large-caliber artillery, and armored combat vehicles of Shenglong City are on standby at any time. As long as the signal for assistance is sent, they will definitely receive powerful fire support.
In particular, the semi-mechanized combat weapons in the Holy Dragon City shined brightly in the battle. They were not afraid of death, and they successfully rescued the alien monks who were in danger again and again.
Although the rescue of the Holy Dragon City needs to pay for the brain beads, it still has the strong support of the monks of the alien race. Compared with the brain beads, life is the most important thing.
Although some monks died in the monster's mouth during this period, the enthusiasm of these alien monks was not affected at all, but their fighting spirit was getting higher and higher.
Compared with the Holy Dragon City, other buildings in the wild land live like walking on thin ice every day.
In the face of the mutant monsters around, these buildings are all facing the enemy. While actively defending, they also began to try to hunt these mutant monsters.
However, the strength of these towers is limited, and it is impossible to gather more than 10,000 high-level foreign monks like the Holy Dragon City. When the city gate is opened every morning, thousands of fully-armed monks pour out.
In addition to some fifth-level buildings that can send thousands of monks, other small buildings can only send hundreds of people to fight each time.
It's just that in the face of the mutated monsters like tide water, the cultivator can't even splash a splash of water when this little cultivator is thrown into it.
However, in order to maintain the normal operation of the building, in order to obtain brain beads to buy living materials on the cornerstone platform, they can only bite the bullet and fight monsters.
As time went by, these buildings lost more and more combat power, but the number of mutant monsters did not see any decrease.
This seems to be a vicious circle, so that the combat effectiveness of each building and city is constantly weakened.
And the corpses of the building city residents who died in the mouths of the mutant monsters were all gathered together by the monsters and piled up into a hill, making the scalp numb.
The residents of these towering cities have a faint sense of impending disaster, a pessimistic atmosphere that haunts these towers all day long.
I am afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with these turbulent buildings and cities, the current environment of Shenglong City is like heaven.
But there are still a group of people who are several times more miserable than these buildings.
About 200 kilometers away from the Holy Dragon City, nearly 10,000 men and women in ragged clothes are constantly trudging through the snow.
This huge team contains all kinds of races, including the residents of Loucheng, the wanderers, and the monks who were trapped halfway when they rushed to the Holy Dragon City.
Because of the sudden outbreak of the beast tide, these people quickly gathered together and cooperated with each other to defend against mutant monsters.
Although there are a large number of people, their combat power is extremely limited, and they cannot be compared with a regular cultivator team.
Because of the cold and hunger, almost a dozen corpses fell to the ground for every kilometer they walked.
Behind this team, a death road paved with corpses formed, and there were icy corpses covered with frost everywhere.
Fortunately, because those mutant monsters were concentrated near the building, which led them to encounter very few monsters along the way.
Otherwise, it only takes a few blows from the mutant monsters, and these more than ten thousand people will be killed cleanly!
At this time, in the middle of the team, there was an alien businessman in a leather jacket, constantly playing with the walkie-talkie in his hand, with a hint of anxiety on his face.
Seeing this, an alien boy next to him asked curiously, "Uncle Huolu, you've been playing with this thing, what's the use?"
Hearing this, Huo Lu smiled at the alien young man: "This is a communication tool that my uncle and I bought in Shenglong City, and it can be used to make calls from far away places.
As long as we can contact Shenglong City, then we will be saved! "
The alien young man nodded with some understanding, and continued to ask Huolu: "Uncle Huolu, is that Holy Dragon City really as good as you said, better than our hometown?"
Huo Lu recalled the passage of scriptures he lived in Shenglong City, and nodded lightly.
When the two of them were talking, two homeless people with thin clothes were walking not far away, and they fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.
Passers-by were indifferent, just glanced coldly and ignored it.
Fallen people like this have no chance of being saved. It won't take long for them to be frozen into a stiff lump of ice.
This kind of thing will happen anytime and anywhere along the way, and everyone has been numb and turned a blind eye.
Seeing this, Huo Lu on the side could only sigh lightly.
Today, he is already unable to protect himself, and he has to take care of his family, and it is impossible to take care of other poor people.
If he is unlucky, even Huo Lu himself is very likely to die on the way.
Bowing his head again, Huo Lu pressed the button on the walkie-talkie and tried to start calling for help.
"Sacred Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, I am the caravan numbered y109, and I am trapped halfway now. I ask for help, it's over!"
After saying this, Huo Lu sighed softly and continued on his way.
He has said this paragraph hundreds of times, but he has never gotten a response, so he doesn't expect to get a reply this time.
But surprises often come suddenly at an unexpected moment, which catches you off guard and feels extremely happy at the same time.
Just a few seconds after Huolu put down the walkie-talkie, a clear male voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie that had been unresponsive.
"This is the Holy Dragon City, your caravan number has been confirmed, and now I officially inform you that the rescue team has set off five hours ago, please wait for the rescue, it's over!"
Huo Lu, who was hurrying with his head down, trembled, and under the curious eyes of everyone around him, he quickly raised the walkie-talkie.
"Holy Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, we have a lot of people here, there are tens of thousands of people, it's over!"
"We already know, please wait for the rescue with peace of mind, over!"
After hearing this sentence, the last trace of worry on Huo Lu's face completely dissipated.
He looked up and looked around, and laughed loudly under the nervous and anticipating eyes of everyone.
"Don't worry everyone, Shenglong City has sent a rescue team, we are saved!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other and cheered in unison. (To be continued..)