Although Truffle Town was completely destroyed, the Truffle Nuclear Power Plant about five kilometers west of the town was still quiet.
Looking far into the distance, Meng Fei could still see the large chimney that was no longer smoking on the horizon.
This is natural. No matter how crazy the Beiming people are, they cannot bomb the nuclear power plant. Otherwise, if nuclear pollution flows southward along the warm western ocean current, the entire Laoxizhou region will be furious.
And their goal is to capture the Palace of All Things. Bombing a nuclear power plant could destroy the palace of all things.
They don't even dare to start a war directly at a nuclear power plant. That area is surrounded by mountains, with only the east side being more open. And to the east is Truffle Town.
Therefore, the plan of the Beiming people three days ago was to land directly in Truffle Town, seize control of Truffle Town, and then move west to occupy the nuclear power plant. As a result, Beiming's airborne troops suffered a disastrous defeat.
Maybe they learned the lesson this time and decided to raze all the buildings in Truffle Town first, so that the enemy would lose all cover, then send troops to station, and then attack the nuclear power plant in an orderly manner.
If you want to completely capture the nuclear power plant occupied by the Weiyue people without destroying the palace of all things in the nuclear power plant, this operation is as difficult as removing a bomb tied to the human body that will explode if touched. The Palace of All Things is the best "hostage".
But these worries have nothing to do with Meng Fei. He just felt that the situation of this war was so embarrassing that he wanted to laugh.
To put it simply, it was Bei Ming who threw the abandoned nuclear power plant to Wei Yue. Shenhu used this abandoned nuclear power plant to develop a cornucopia. Then Wei Yue committed suicide and planned to offer the cornucopia to Taotie, which aroused Bei Ming's strong dissatisfaction and sent troops to rob it.
Bei Ming, Wei Yue, Taotie, Shenhu, and other countries in the Western Continent enthusiastically performed it, creating a true absurdist style of tragedy and comedy.
"Are you sure you really want to go this way?"
Compared with the artifact that can create all things, Meng Fei is more concerned about being able to get out of the battlefield quickly, crack the game, and return to Qingmang.
"This is definitely the place!"
Duan Yu pointed to the downhill road ahead. The rocks here are almost like soil and are dark red in color, like warm and pleasant chocolate, which always makes people want to take a bite.
"You may look at the mountains and plains as if they are walkable, but in fact there are only a few truly walkable roads."
The young man with a square face, as dark as chocolate, proudly demonstrated his erudition and experience in this field.
"There are many places covered with bushes and thorns, making it difficult for wild animals to walk, let alone humans. There are many such places in this area.
"Of course, if you are willing to open a road with a machete and move forward fifty meters an hour, then I won't tell you.
"In addition to dense forests that are impossible to pass through, there are also slippery cliffs that are also impossible to pass through.
"Of course, if you are a rock climbing expert and are willing to spend several hours climbing a hundred meters and then go back down, please just pretend that I didn't say that at all.
"We studied the terrain of the entire northern part of Weiyue before setting off. If we want to go from Truffle Town to Beiming in the north and avoid the main road, this mountain ridge is the only passable road."
"All right."
As the mountain crest slowly descends, the surrounding area changes from bare red rocks to increasingly dense bushes.
Fortunately, this path, which was only about half a foot wide and was made by humans or beasts, was always spreading in the jungle. ….
The sharp thorns of branches and thorns scratched their camouflage uniforms, making a sharp and uncomfortable hissing sound.
squeak--
Meng Fei suddenly felt his feet go weak, and the feeling of some kind of swaying support due to pressure being exerted came out along with a creaking sound. He stopped immediately.
"do not move!"
But it was too late. Although he stopped, Duan Yu, who was three steps ahead of him, jumped as if frightened, probably wanting to run away. But their feet immediately collapsed!
Meng Fei started micro-management in an instant and saw clearly the situation that had taken a turn for the worse.
Under their feet was an elaborate trap, almost two meters in diameter. The mouth of the trap is supported by some branches and covered with soil, which is filled with weeds.
The supported branches have a certain strength and will not fall easily. When people come
In the center of the trap, because the force arm becomes larger, it will cause the entire "top cover" to collapse.
By this time, even if he turned on the micro control, it was already beyond his control. The person is suspended in the air with no way to exert force. He is at least one meter away from the edge of the trap, unable to prevent his fall.
But what was really scary was the bottom of the pit, which was about two meters deep, which shocked him while using micro-control.
A lot of muddy sewage accumulated at the bottom of the pit. But in the sewage, there were rows of upside-down steel thorns inserted like rice seedlings. Each one was as thick as a finger and at least twenty centimeters long. They were all triangular in shape with blood grooves on three sides. There is one every twenty centimeters.
Damn it! That's cruel!
Meng Fei couldn't help but curse, but it would be of no use.
He could only try his best to use micro-manipulation to adjust his lying posture in the air to "lying on his side", reducing his vertical projection area, minimizing the number of thorns being pierced, and making the piercing position as "comfortable" as possible.
Despite this, the violent impact of falling from a height of two meters and the severe pain of the steel thorn passing through his body still made him scream in agony.
He effectively avoided being stabbed in the head, but a thorn just happened to pierce his very sensitive waist, and may have passed through the kidneys. The sour feeling made him willing to use the eighteenth generation of the other person's ancestors to express his gratitude.
In fact, not only was it painful, the situation was also more complicated than he expected. Because he originally wanted to get up as soon as he fell to the bottom of the pit, get rid of the steel thorns, and then repair himself.
Unexpectedly, a steel spike pierced his thigh bone, pinning him firmly to the ground. Although his hands were free, he couldn't get up without exerting any strength.
Duan Yu was even worse. He fell to the bottom of the pit lying on his back. Only his bloody mouth and nose were exposed above the sewage, and his heart and lungs were punctured in many places. The blood flowed rapidly and the brain lost blood. His consciousness faded and he strode toward death.
Miraculously, every time his pain gradually subsided and he soon reached the other side of "bliss", he felt a magical power coming over him, making his consciousness clear again. So he fell into severe pain again. This repeated cycle made him miserable.
This is Meng Fei using his own abilities to continuously "heal" the two of them.
His repair could only repair flesh and blood, but could not allow the steel thorns to leave their bodies. Therefore, even if the lost blood can be regained, the steel thorns piercing the body will continue to cause harm to them. The pain naturally becomes endless.
It is impossible for Duan Yu to understand all this. Although his lungs, which were pierced by steel like meat on a skewer, were constantly choking on blood, he still said in a low and broken voice:
"Brother, I never thought death would be so painful.
"I thought it would be over all at once.
"This is not just death, it's an endless cycle.
"If I had known this, I would rather die in Qingmang.
"At least I can lie down on a clean bed in Qingmang."
"...".
The scholar laughs at the hidden knife
