Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

An-12 roared through the clouds.

Kant pushed open the door of the cargo compartment, returned to his seat in the cramped cabin, and sat down.

Extreme tiredness appeared on his face.

For the two Serbian pilots, only a few minutes had passed, and Kant had already wreaked havoc in the otherworld, severing, smashing, and slaughtering an army of thousands.

Summarize the experience, confirm the power, interrogate the information, and formulate the next route.

Finally, come back.

It is also necessary to transport a large amount of arms on the plane to the White Mist World for Horus to use and transform.

It is also necessary to move things like cement blocks of about the same weight from the white fog world to ballast, so as not to cause the pilot's attention, confusion and anxiety due to the sharp drop in the aircraft's load.

The previous battle was only the beginning.

The firearms and ammunition used in this conflict are mainly small-caliber rifles and small-caliber grenades from the Golden Triangle, which are extremely effective against targets wearing leather armor and light iron armor.

But in the face of a few enchanted heavy armor and magic defense, the effect is not so good, you need to enchant bullets, justice strengthening +15RPG or Aang and waterfall snow swordsman to break the defense.

And this is obviously just a second- or third-rate servant army.

The level of training, equipment and even the will to fight are far from comparable to the Twilight Chapter.

Maybe it will be blocked by stronger enemy troops next, or pinned down.

But it doesn't matter, Horus is undergoing intense equipment upgrades and enhancements.

The righteous Laoganma and the 12.7mm APEI wear detonation bomb will be verified to verify which of the elf soldier's armor and the armor of modern infantry fighting vehicles is harder.

If not enough, there are also boxes of RPG warheads and automatic grenade launchers.

And white phosphorus mortars.

There are also sexy-feelings shipped online.

There is also the French military base in Comora.

Cruise the French warships around the naval base on the leased island of Comora.

The law of victory has been determined.

Kant raised his head, leaned against the turbulent bulkhead of the transport plane, and let out a long breath.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, it took about an hour from when he arrived in another world to when he finished moving the arms, and now he finally relaxed completely.

No, not relax.

The blood and gunpowder all over his body did not seem to be cleaned up.

Although he had already shot, although he had killed all directions in Huisha Town, and although he had experienced the **** battle of Valentine, this time, this overwhelming battle was the first one-sided slaughter he had ever experienced.

It is the crushing of the backward civilization by the advanced civilization in the sense of war.

The formation, defense, dense arrangement and group battle advocated in the age of cold weapons have become the death knell of death. The armor used to resist swords, swords, halberds and crossbows is no different from pieces of paper in front of gunpowder weapons. They don't even know it happened. Whatever, it fell in pieces.

The limbs were broken, the chest was pierced, the head was beaten into a puddle of pancakes, and the fragile body was shaking like a rag doll in the continuously rising blood mist, one after another, row after row.

A bullet that hits completely will make a person lose all combat effectiveness. No matter where it hits, even if it is not a fatal vital part, it will cause a lot of physical loss and incapacity. The movie is all a lie, no one To be able to continue fighting with a few bullet holes, one is enough.

There are no more brave soldiers, only people who have been hit with blank heads, collapsed, wailing, people writhing and twisting on the carpet of flesh and corpse, running like frightened animals people.

However, bullets would shoot through their backs, knocking them to the ground.

However, the wheels would run over them, crushing them into the soil.

The roar of the Hummer's engine was like the roar of a giant steel dragon. There were many sounds in the ears, the salvo of automatic weapons roaring and firing, the soft sound of bullet casings falling into the car, and the harsh sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground and flesh and bones. The body of the car trembled continuously during the journey, and there were the screams of the enemy, the blood mist flying in the sky, the smoke of gunpowder, and the fallen life was even more humble than grass.

Kant watched it all through the reinforced windshield.

The wipers constantly brushed aside the flesh and blood that splattered on it. In addition to the automatic weapons that kept firing, there were also a few chainsaws, circular saws and sharp spears with sharp enchantments on the body and hood. It's no exaggeration to describe the place, **** and bloody... a **** and high-intensity slaughter.

And Kant was involved.

Directing Horus to rush left and right, constantly taking ammunition from the white fog world, extracting and destroying the bullet casings thrown in the car on a large scale, and using the specially strengthened Lynx Rifle to focus on high-value targets, the barrel is enchanted. , ammo enchantment, 14.5mm bullets destroy everything.

Even take the Autobots to space jump, appear anywhere the enemy does not want them to appear, and then spray out a metal storm that destroys everything.

Hit them, kill them, hit over there, I'll do this.

These were the most frequently used words during the short seven or eight minutes of engagement.

And then a landslide victory.

The enemy has no power to fight back at all.

Humans have attacked and killed each other for thousands of years, and developed the efficiency and scale to the extreme. The modern killing technology officially appeared in the other world for the first time, and achieved such results.

Even the Snowfall Sword Saint was shocked.

It's a big victory enough to boast, even enough to go down in history.

But victory brings, not excitement and satisfaction.

Those enemies, they are not elves, they are just servants sent by the vassal states of the Evening Moon Dynasty. They are human beings like Goethe, and they are not aliens with pointed ears like elves.

They are not elite, at least far from the elite of the Dusk Chapter. The wars Kant participated in before were equally high in intensity, but the elves always had the advantage and were tenacious. Not to retreat unless the commander orders to retreat.

And these people will wailing, crying, and running away.

Killing soldiers and killing civilians are two different things.

Victory over a strong enemy and slaughter of the weak are two different things.

Kant raised his head and looked out the window silently, his hands clenched and loosened continuously.

Some things are done, but it doesn't mean they are used to it.

But at the same time, there are some things, even if you are not used to it, you have to do it.

Use the harshest means possible, quickly, efficiently, and terribly annihilate the enemy, completely defeat them, break them up, destroy them, make them lose the ability to regroup, make them unable to do evil again, and completely withdraw from the battle sequence, thereby Intimidate.

Only in this way can we intimidate and intimidate the elf expeditionary army and all the troops along the way, so that they can realize the end of blocking and the end of doing evil.

However, Kant suddenly thought of the Matabele War launched by the British South African Company in 1893, which was the first time that the Maxim machine gun was recognized by the world ten years later.

Internet rumors say that in that war, the British army only used fifty men and four Maxims to defeat an army of five thousand Matabele people, killing at least three thousand. The army was accompanied by at least a few hundred white soldiers and a thousand indigenous troops—but in any case, these four terrifying reaping scythes somehow kicked off the era of hot weapons across the board.

What Kant was curious about was that the shooters of the four heavy machine guns, after the war, looked at the Benbage River, which was soaked in blood, and looked at those who faced the terrifying heavy firepower but still fearless. The corpses of thousands of Matabele warriors who charged and then were torn apart and slaughtered...what would you think?

"…gentlemen?"

The co-pilot gently opened the door and stuck his head out: "We heard you, do you need something to eat? Mr. Kirov provided us with enough meat and drinks—or a glass of wine?"

Kant asked him to sit down.

Then asked him this question.

In any country, as long as they are pilots who have graduated from formal training, their education level and cultural literacy are not bad, especially these two pilots with military backgrounds, of course they know the history of Mark Qin and the horror that kills the most. Guns, the battle of Matabele is nothing at all.

On the first day of the Battle of the Somme, the British suffered 60,000 casualties.

Many were swept out by Mark Qin.

"How did the British machine gunners feel?"

One of the Serbs took a wicked bite of the barbecue. They used to be Soviets and had been bombed by NATO. How could they have a good face towards Western countries.

He scolded: "Sir, I bet the executioners will only feel very happy - it was the war launched by the British South African Company, it was a war against the local black people, how could the British at that time treat black people as human beings? They? Will be awarded medals. These Western pigs, they're all bastards!"

…that's true.

Kant just smiled reluctantly, and then stopped talking.

Serbians are very obedient. Although they don't know what happened, they can see that the Chinese guests have stopped talking about sex. Furthermore, for some reason, sitting opposite this gentleman makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

There was even an inexplicable fear.

It's weird, I didn't feel that way when I boarded the plane...

He left wisely, leaving Kant a lot of Serbian specialties—mostly meat, meat, and meat, and the people of this country are the meat-loving type.

Kant looked out the window at the silent night sky.

His hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes were not calm.

No one can beat thousands of people into rotten flesh in a few minutes and still be able to eat and drink as if nothing had happened. This time is different from the mass bombardment outside the city of Valentine.

But this is different from the British. It is not aggression, not plunder, but to prevent aggression, but to prevent plunder, to prevent war, to protect family members... No matter how cruel it is, we must continue.

But the long wait is more exhausting than the **** fight.

The war in the other world has started, and the relatives on this side of the earth are detained by the neurotic Biagun soldiers, and he does not have the ability to move thousands of miles in an instant.

He was just on his way there before he could intervene in this matter.

On the other side of the world, it would take about a day or so to cross a thousand miles and reach Danfeng Lucerne in order to maintain physical strength and combat effectiveness, and to deal with the interception and attack of the army along the way.

On this side of the earth, it takes almost a day just to take a plane and transfer to the road. When I go there, I have to investigate, and I have to interrogate the information. After confirming the father's location, we can save people...

God knows how long it will take.

During this long and necessary time, as long as the elf raid was successful, or a major victory progress was made at a certain node of the beheading battle, the battle of Danfeng Lucerne would end early.

During this long necessary time, as long as some damned Biagan soldier pulls the trigger for some idiotic reason, he will never see his father again.

His two-front battle plan wasn't perfect, and it wasn't foolproof.

As long as there is a small accident, it will be too late.

It's never too late.

Kant leaned against the side wall, the light reflected, the window dimly reflected his face and his eyes.

If the Serbian pilot was still sitting across from him, then he should be able to discover the source of his previous panic—the blood and murderous intent in those eyes had been quietly revealed.

If you can't make it, if you can't make it...

Then I will not go.

until you die.

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PS1: The first update, 3,500 words!