The scene of the MAGA star array on the other side is weaker.

Ruyue and Liu Hui appeared in a stairs chariot.

The signing heroes of the Dream Company, who were gathered by them, drove into the military camp on luxury buses like traveling.

Compared with the violent convoy in the wasteland, it was simply weak.

And those heroes from modern society have never seen this big formation in front of them. The moment they entered the star formation, those guys became noisy.

They whistle one by one, holding cameras or mobile phones, taking pictures wildly.

And some older and more calm heroes saw the wasteland army and the witch hunters dressed in the same costume as Victorians.

They immediately felt that something was wrong, but now they wanted to run away, it was too late.

"Captain! It's your turn to get on."

Ruyue grabbed the communicator in her infantry fighting chariot and shouted, the next moment, behind the luxury bus, three Hummer military vehicles carrying heavy machine guns rushed up roaring.

Use the guard formation to protect the left and right sides of the convoy.

On the front car, Captain Cooper, wearing a black combat uniform and carrying a round shield, was scanning the veteran's sight with the special scene of time and space.

He felt like he was in a dream.

Less than ten meters away, a futuristic truck with a domineering and wild style, hovering overhead was a wasteland helicopter that was far beyond MAGA's world military technology.

There are also those brave warriors who obviously have prosthetic transplants, quickly arranged into square formations with the guidance of the holographic track mark, just like a future war.

But the scene in front of me is a big military camp that looks like a medieval movie.

Most of the people around were wearing denim suits, some dressed like medieval wizards, and there were actually knights wearing armor and horses, maintaining order around them.

Moreover, the sky in front of me, even during the day, reveals a trace of unconcealed gloom, unknown.

Finally, there are the strangers mixed in the wasteland army.

Some people wear Oriental long gowns, while others wear animal skins.

Hell...

Among a group of soldiers carrying science fiction rifles, Captain Cooper was still twitching his eyes and saw some primitive men holding bone bows, painted oil, and wearing fur?

What kind of combination is this!

What kind of battlefield did he come to?

"Captain, look at that!"

Another veteran who was driving exclaimed:

"Missile launcher! So many! And the last one... Hell! That's a nuclear launcher, I won't admit my mistake. I worked in those departments before I retired.

That size, that size, is definitely used to launch small nuclear bombs!”

The veteran looked at Cooper, the captain of his "Roaring Commando" in confusion, and said suspiciously:

"Captain, what kind of enemy do we have to fight against? To get this kind of thing?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know."

Captain Cooper thought so in his heart.

But he couldn't say that, just coughed and said:
Chapter completed!