Half an hour has passed.
There are still eleven and a half hours left, and these eleven and a half hours will be the time for harvest.
Compared with Wang Mo's ease, others have to work much harder.
A village chief led his ogre troops to continuously sweep away the invading monsters.
The village chief was two meters tall, burly, and had a single horn on his head.
He was obviously also a warrior, dancing the big knife in his hand quickly, beheading one monster after another.
Although he had subordinates, the feeling of fighting in person and getting bloodstained made him more excited.
"Come on, damn guys, I'll chop you one by one!"
As he shouted, the ogres under his men also roared and killed more vigorously.
Da da da! Da da da!
The sound of gunfire continued in the middle of the night.
Shen Cheng's twelve men held machine guns with unlimited bullets, continuously firing to form a dense firepower network, repelling wave after wave of monster attacks.
As a village chief of technological civilization, his men were not strong in their own right, and were only at the first level. But they can use all kinds of hot weapons, which gives them an advantage in the early stage.
The power of hot weapons is very effective against monsters of level one and two.
Almost three or four bullets can kill a level one monster, and a level two monster can be taken away with at most ten bullets.
However, when it comes to level three, the situation has changed a bit, and the defense of level three monsters has been greatly improved.
The fur of level three wild boars is thicker and can block the attack of bullets to a certain extent.
"According to this, levels three and four can still be dealt with."
"Level five is a bit troublesome, and rocket launchers may be used."
"As for missiles, leave them to that elite monster. Let's let Wang Mo go for now, and have fun with him after the monster siege!"
Shen Cheng sneered, looking confident.
If Wang Mo knew, he would definitely be disappointed, and today's fixed income would be gone.