Chapter 133 Weird Rice Fields!

The battle with the winged zombies in the sky ended quickly, and nearly two thousand Night Shadow fighters began to return one after another. The sonic booms of a large number of returning fighters dispersed the already thinning clouds.

The commander looked up at the countless black dots that were going away, saluted silently, and then looked back at the bottom of the city wall.

Although a large number of zombies were bombed and annihilated by the air force of unknown forces, there were still many high-level evolved zombies among the remaining zombies, and the zombies could still pose a threat to them.

"Order the combat troops in the base to leave one-third of the soldiers, and the rest of the personnel to quickly gather on the city wall!"

The communicator immediately began to connect the signal to issue orders, and tens of thousands of soldiers in the entire security base quickly gathered here.

The machine guns and cannons on the city wall were still attacking, and the steel tower composed of a large number of bullets and shells bombarded crazily, and countless zombies were shattered or covered by flames.

However, it seemed that a large number of zombies were killed, but in fact, the number of zombies killed was not even a drop in the bucket.

The maximum number of zombies killed every four or five minutes is tens of thousands, and these are just ordinary zombies, which is insignificant even for the remaining six or seven million zombies.

It's not that this base doesn't want to use large-scale firepower to clean up, but when there are still 50 to 60 million zombies in this zombie tide.

They have been attacking with full firepower for eight or nine days, and finally killed 30 to 40 million zombies, but most of the ammunition reserves and armaments have been exhausted.

They can only use machine guns, machine guns, rifles, flat-fire guns and other weapons for long-term attacks, and the rest of the heavy firepower will only be used when necessary.

Otherwise, they would not have faced more than 10 million zombies. As a large base, they almost couldn't hold on and were forced to ask for help from the Magic City Base.

You know, from the beginning, they were facing the impact of a huge zombie tide composed of 50 to 60 million zombies!

The commander looked at the zombie tide whose attack intensity had been reduced by several levels, and turned his head to give orders.

"Soldiers are stationed on the city wall defense line. Most of the remaining zombies are ordinary zombies and general evolved zombies. There is no need to use heavy firepower."

"Yes!"

At this time, fifteen huge land cruisers as big as hills approached the base that had endured dozens of days of war at a moderate speed!

...

When the Foundation was fighting for the quantum computer, the Arbitrator also encountered some difficulties...

This is a valley. Inside the valley is a plain of about four square kilometers. The plain is full of neatly arranged rice, and the golden rice moves with the wind.

In the middle of the rice field, a three-story wooden house with simple and plain paint is located in it, and there is a windmill slowly turning next to it...

There is no end-of-the-world scene at all.

But it is very strange...

The dark clouds exuding a depressing atmosphere shrouded the valley, and the entire valley was wrapped in a strange and depressing atmosphere.

All scenes looked hazy and dim...

And somewhere in the rice field, there was a scarecrow more than three meters tall.

The scarecrow's body was dry and twisted, the cotton cloth was extremely hollow and twisted, and the weird smile on the cloth made the surroundings feel extremely terrifying.

On the tattered straw body, there were several black crows that had never evolved before the end of the world, and their red bird eyes stared at the chief arbitrator.

Ga! Ga!

A few hoarse crow calls suddenly came from the silent and dim rice fields, and dozens of crows flew up from everywhere.

A sense of twisted twilight similar to the sunset appeared in the dim scenery...

The chief arbitrator looked back and found that the road he came from had disappeared at some point, leaving only the endless vast rice fields.

The eternal and fixed feeling of the dim sunset filled the entire space.

A large number of creepy and weird scarecrows were scattered all over the rice fields, and the weird cloth faces had different expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, but they all gave people a sense of twisted horror.

Looking up at the huge dark red cloud above the wooden house, the chief arbitrator had no ripples in his heart, and he already understood what had happened.

Strange things...

"What is the source..."

The chief arbitrator swept his eyes across the strange scarecrows scattered in the boundless rice fields, stared at the bloody dark clouds at dusk for a moment, and finally looked at the wooden house.

Looking around, only the wooden house was a little unusual.

The chief arbitrator did not hesitate and walked directly towards the wooden house...

Fear and anxiety?

People with strong strength will never be afraid of the environment and atmosphere. How can people with insufficient state of mind become strong?

As for him... do mechanical life have this emotion of fear?

Walking through the seemingly ordinary rice fields, the chief arbitrator keenly noticed that there were a lot of vague eyes staring at him.

The electronic eyes coldly swept over the large number of scarecrows with strange faces facing him, and thought for a moment without intending to act directly.

The chief arbitrator who quickly walked to the wooden house kicked open the door of the wooden house, and was slightly stunned when he saw the things inside.

It was an extremely warm and elegant medieval-style room. It did not have the weird and twisted feeling that was everywhere in the outside world, but only ordinary warmth.

In front of the fireplace with a warm fire, an old man with a kind face sat on a recliner, holding a book that he had flipped through countless times.

Noticing the noise, he looked up at the chief arbitrator, who was a little surprised: "A strange knight! Oh, how did you get in? Aren't there scarecrows guarding the outside world?"

The chief arbitrator also looked at the old man in front of him who had no hostility, and was a little confused.

"Hello sir, where is this place? Why does the scenery around me change as soon as I enter the valley?"

When the old man heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said: "Poor brave man, let me tell you, no one has spoken to me for a long time.

I was originally an ordinary farmer in the Ottoman Empire. My favorite thing was to make scarecrows. They would laugh and some would be angry...

Because my scarecrows were very real, they became famous at that time, and I was one of the few rich farmers in the village.

But one day, I picked up a strange statue. The moment I picked it up, it turned into a mist and merged into my body.

Then I seemed to take a nap...

After waking up, my scarecrows were resurrected one after another and turned into vicious demons. They killed all the life in the village, and then returned to normal again.

oh! It can’t be said to be normal…

But if I tried to leave the cabin, they would drive me back, and from that day on I seemed to have stopped growing old, and even my rice stopped growing.

To this day, I no longer know how much time has passed outside..."

The old man sighed and said helplessly, his tone full of hope.

The chief arbitrator's core surged, and he continued to ask after not feeling any deception: "Then have you felt any special changes in yourself?"

"Special changes! Does this count?"

The old man was confused, then raised his finger in sudden realization, and then saw a pot of flowers next to him blooming rapidly and then withering again...

time! ?

No, no...it's life!

He has the power to control life!

The chief arbiter suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man with a calm expression.

Looking at the expression of the strange knight in front of him, the old man smiled and said: "Over a long period of time, I have read all the hundreds of world-famous classics that I bought just to show off, hundreds of times.

The classics of the Dragon Kingdom...the classics of the Ottomans...I have seen through everything a long time ago, and I have long since lost all ambition! "

The old man smiled lightly, and then looked through the window at the strangely twisted rice fields.

"But I still don't understand why these scarecrows have the ability to move if they have no life..."

After hearing the old man talking to himself, the chief arbiter finally understood why the old man could not kill him even though he had such terrifying strength. It seemed that these scarecrows were restraining the old man...

No, he also restrained the old man...