The soldiers who had lost their comrades looked at the bodies of their fallen comrades with bloodshot eyes, before running towards the other walls while roaring in anger.
Lu Yuan was controlling the mechanical overlord. At this moment, a few guards came to his side, their eyes filled with gratitude.
"Little brother, which camp are you from?"
A middle-aged man asked.
Lu Yuan smiled. "I'm from camp 257. I'm Lu Yuan, the mechanical Army's commander.
Lu Yuan had originally wanted to say that he was the vanguard, but it seemed that Luo Xiu had created a mechanical Army, so he had to report his Army name.
"Mechanical army?"
The few of them were stunned, and they looked at each other in confusion.
The deployment of the defensive camps was basically the same. Their camp 306 did not have a mechanical army.
What the hell was number 257's mechanical army?
Seeing that they were a little confused, Lu Yuan explained,