In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"Identification of friend or foe?"

Bai Lu, upon hearing this, also became interested and nodded slightly.

"This is very useful; it's definitely needed on the battlefield. Those old men really thought things through."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenbo simply touched his nose sheepishly.

It seems that her teacher is one of the old men Bai Lu mentioned.

That's exactly the point.

Liu Wenbo abruptly changed the subject, his expression becoming more serious.

"However... when you're putting armor on them, you'll have to cooperate fully."

These guys are ruthless; without your absolute control, our technicians wouldn't dare approach.

"Leave this to me!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Bai Lu's consciousness sank into the mother nest network.

"Lie down and don't move."

As an unyielding spiritual command was issued, the thirty-seven hellhounds almost simultaneously lowered their bodies and pressed their bellies against the snow.

The fierce light faded from those scarlet eyes, transforming into a near-puppet-like blankness.

Liu Wenbo swallowed hard and turned to wave to the back.

"Technical team! Get them moving! Hurry up!"

Dozens of technicians in protective suits stepped out from the back, carrying armor components, and gritted their teeth as they walked toward the massive group of machines.

"Slow down...steady hand..."

A technician places a breastplate on the back of a hellhound.

Driven by instinctive fear, his hands trembled so badly that he couldn't even align the buckles properly.

The hellhound seemed to sense discomfort, turning its head and staring intently at the human so close at hand with its vertical pupils.

The foul-smelling breath sprayed directly onto the technician's goggles.

The technician's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the snow.

"Don't look into its eyes."

An older technician nearby steadied him and whispered a reminder, his voice equally tense.

"Treat it like a rock! Get back to work!"

Bai Lu stood in the center of the formation, her spiritual power constantly enveloping the entire area.

If any of the hellhounds showed even the slightest agitation, that wisp of consciousness would immediately suppress it.

"Click! Click!"

With a series of crisp metallic clicks, the armor was perfectly fastened.

Shoulders, back, limb joints, vulnerable neck... all critical and fatal areas are completely protected by armor.

The third-tier hellhound, fully equipped, had its metal gleaming coldly in the snow.

At this moment, they were no longer just wild beasts.

This is a truly armed Warcraft legion, armed to the teeth!

"The last one, all dressed!"

The technician, wiping away sweat, retreated to the safe zone as if granted a pardon.

Liu Wenbo checked the serial number again and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Commissioner Bailu, all thirty-seven sets of armor are ready. Boarding is permitted."

The white deer slowly opened its eyes and raised its right hand.

"Arise. Assemble."

Thirty-seven armored behemoths rose at the same time, all shaking their heads.

Then, guided by the spirit of the white deer, they surged toward the tail compartment of the transport plane, jostling and bumping each other with their heads.

Bai Lu watched this scene with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Wild beasts are wild beasts after all; it's impossible to expect them to be as disciplined and obedient as the regular army of the Great Xia.

Being able to refrain from biting indiscriminately and obey orders makes them a terrifying force capable of turning the tide of battle in this apocalyptic world.

Finally, she turned to the fourth-order mother that had been quietly waiting beside her.

"Little Grey, go upstairs."

The behemoth lowered its head, and with a push of its hind legs, its massive five-meter-tall body leaped up, cleared the ramp, and landed steadily deep inside the cargo hold.

The hatch slowly closed.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot adjusted the instruments and turned around to ask a question.

"Commissioner Bailu, all live organisms in the rear cabin have been secured and are ready for takeoff. Please confirm your final destination coordinates?"

Bai Lu closed her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking, her voice clear and resolute.

"North Africa, S-7 frontline."

Su Ran, wait for me.

I've come to find you with the ace of the Great Xia Dynasty!

……

"boom!"

The engine roared and suddenly rose higher.

Leading the first demon beast legion of the Great Xia Dynasty, they sped towards the western battlefield, a meat grinder where a million zombies were gathering!

North Africa, the S-7 defense line.

The wind whipped up yellow sand, which pelted the sandbags of the bunker, making a soft rustling sound.

Inside the forward observation post, a young soldier lay prone in front of the periscope, his right hand gripping the focus knob tightly.

"Gulp..."

He swallowed hard.

In the camera's view, the horizon dozens of kilometers away was filled with a dark, oppressive tide.

The mutated hounds were running at the very front.

Large patches of fur fell off, and the lower jaw split open from the middle, extending all the way to the base of the ears.

They move incredibly fast, leaping wildly between the sand dunes.

Several hunting dogs were fighting over a piece of unknown scrap of meat, tearing at each other until they were trampled into mincemeat by their brethren.

Following behind the hounds were an endless array of mutated bison and zebras.

The bison swelled to the size of a heavy truck, the zebra's hooves mutated into sharp barbs, and its black and white stripes turned into eerie patches of fluorescent green and pale white.

Their necks are unusually thick and long, and they emit hoarse cries.

They no longer eat grass, but instead open their mouths full of fangs and tear off pieces from their own kind every now and then.

Deep within the herd, one could occasionally glimpse a few mutated, ferocious lions of extremely exaggerated size.

Its bristles, like steel needles, stood on end; its shoulders were over three meters tall; and the ground trembled when it walked.

The distance is less than ten kilometers.

"Damn... how much is that?"

The young soldier felt his throat was dry and his voice was weak.

"I can't see clearly."

A soldier standing nearby shook his head, the veins bulging on the back of his hand as he gripped the crystal core rifle.

"Just by looking at it, it's worth at least several hundred thousand. Who knows how much more is hidden behind it?"

"I'm just baffled."

The main gunner, carrying a crystal core heavy machine gun, leaned closer and said through gritted teeth.

"Why don't the lions go and bite the buffalo? One buffalo is enough for them to eat for half a month!"

Why would they leave a free buffet across the grasslands and insist on coming here to fight us?

"Who knows?"

The young garrison soldier pulled his neck back and rubbed his hands, which were covered in grime.

"They probably think we're hairless, making us easier to eat."

"unlucky."

The machine gunner pressed the crystal core bullets firmly onto the ammunition belt, cursing under his breath.

"These bastards must have radar installed in their brains; they're determined to target us tough nuts."

"Shut up, all of you!"

The platoon leader, crouching low, walked over and kicked the machine gunner's ammunition box hard.

"What's the use of all this blaring? Now's the time to check your weapons one more time!"

Fill the coolant tank and check the crystalline core battery pack one more time!

Half an hour later, the forwards will run into our minefield. If anyone's gun jams at the crucial moment, I'll be the first to shoot them!

"Yes, platoon leader!"

The machine gunner pulled back the bolt of the crystal core heavy machine gun hard, the crisp metallic clang echoing inside the bunker.

"That's fine, bring them all, let's catch them all at once!"

This will save us from having to search through the ruins one by one later!