Courrier was very sad, very sad.
As a former Flame Guardian.
As the most evil woman in the legendary Nine Dragon Fort … Bah, the legendary St. Urie Castle.
As the pilot of the Death Messenger, she was at the top of the Blazing Angel's combat order, bringing terror to countless enemies, and was seen as the future star of the Order.
And now, she was doing such a thing …
In fact, at this moment, if there was a five hundred kilogram fuel air explosive hanging on the suspension module of the Blazing Angel, she would definitely be much happier than she was now. After all, she was born in a race that was filled with violence and alcohol in their bones. They took pleasure in killing, destroying, plundering, and spreading fear.
Piloting the Blazing Angel to descend heavenly fire, burning the bodies of her enemies, making them scream, and using their despair and death as dishes to go with alcohol was indeed a pleasure in the world.
But now …
Fine … she was also spreading fear, but it was a different kind of fear.
She carefully controlled the Blazing Angel, hiding the huge biochemical weapon in the clouds. Although the five-hundred-kilogram weight was far from the theoretical limit of the Blazing Angel, it still uncontrollably affected the flight performance of the combat equipment. For the Blazing Angel who was known for being as swift as lightning, this feeling was very uncomfortable.
After all, the Blazing Angel was not designed to be used for bombing … at least, the Death Angel was not.
She was waiting for Sun Lang's signal in boredom, and then she could not help but remember a weapon research that the Divine Right Nation of Flames had once abolished. It was almost a hundred years ago.
At that time, after the efforts of generations of Flame Priests, the Order of Flames finally succeeded in giving the Blazing Angel the ability to completely rule the sky.
Metal materials that were light and sturdy enough, jet engines with powerful propulsion, and a design that was completely suitable for high-speed flight … the Order of Flames had invested all the technological advancements the Divine Right Nation had accumulated so far, using the mysterious flame runic ritual to the extreme, and even swallowing their humiliation and trading with the Nation of Metal in exchange for their more advanced metal forging technology. Finally, the unique Blazing Angel was created. Powerful, fast, nimble, and terrifying, it would become the worst nightmare of all enemies.
The Order of Flames was overjoyed that the Blazing Angel had finally turned from the king of land to the king of the sky and the land. It was at this moment that a Flame Priest with a very wild imagination suddenly said, "Huh? Why don't we combine this light and sturdy material, powerful jet engines, perfect design with the powerful firepower of the Nation of Fire to create a new war machine that is different from the Blazing Angel, and has an unparalleled advantage in a certain field?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and felt that it made sense. After countless careful consideration, a secret plan codenamed 'Crimson Dragon's Roar' was finally put into action. The Flame Priests had taken the appearance of a bird as reference and decided on the appearance of this new aerial war machine. Compared to the Blazing Angel that could change its form and had powerful functions, the Blazing Angel only had a single appearance, relatively weak armor, and even less ammunition capacity. However, this thing did not require too many precise flame enchantments, which meant that it could be mass-produced.
Moreover, the requirements for the pilot were much lower than the Flame Guards. Sometimes, there was not even one person in a million who could pilot a Blazing Angel. It was much easier to find a pilot for this war machine.
Moreover, compared to the Blazing Angel, they had unbelievable speed and group strength.
After investing a lot of manpower and resources, many excellent researchers racked their brains, and countless modifications and reconstructions, the Order of Flames finally obtained their first-generation war machine. Everyone's efforts were not in vain. In the drill, the war machine achieved terrifying results that were far beyond imagination, to the point that the priests present were crying tears of joy. They believed that their country had opened a new form of warfare, and that they were unquestionably at the forefront of the world.
Everyone was immersed in the beautiful future where the great theocracy would conquer the earth with its feet and the metal with its fists and dominate the world. Then, the Russians would naturally become arrogant — before international order was established, everyone liked to show off their fists when they had nothing to do, not to mention that there was a breakthrough here.
Therefore, the priests decided to show off and scare their neighbors. Naturally, the gaze of St. Urie Castle fell upon their eastern neighbor to the southeast, but the idea was quickly rejected. If there was anyone in the world who was unpredictable, it would be the eastern Imperial Army fighters. You could never imagine what those monsters could do with a seemingly primitive cold weapon.
To put it simply, they were afraid that their new war machine would be shot down by an Imperial fighter wielding an Imperial Army war bow … if that happened, it would be too humiliating.
Therefore, their eyes turned to an even softer persimmon: the Greenwood Nation to the south. They were a bunch of dumb, backward idiots, a bunch of primitive people who still maintained a tribal system. They were retards who had beasts as companions, and yet they occupied immeasurably fertile land.
F * ck them.
At that time, the Sky Demon had not yet arrived, and the international situation was still rather tense. Several major countries did not see eye to eye with each other, and small conflicts were common. Coincidentally, there was a border conflict with the Greenwood Nation at that time. Without saying anything, St. Urie Castle sent a high-speed air strike formation consisting of sixteen war machines to the skies of the Greenwood Nation. They wanted to let the werecreatures know who was the real overlord of the skies.
That's right, the Greenwood Nation had the world's earliest organized air force. The aerial forces led by the Dragonborn and Eaglemen were born with the ability to fly. But now, the wingless humans rushed into the skies with their intelligence.
The Flamethrower flying faster and higher, and with an overwhelming long-range firepower advantage, tore the Greenwood Nation's traditional air combat formation into pieces in the very first encounter. It achieved a hearty victory in the traditional air combat of the Greenwood Nation, opening a new chapter in human aviation history.
… It should have been like this.
But the Greenwood Nation was still the Greenwood Nation. They deserved to be ranked third in the world.
The commander of the Greenwood Nation's air force, who had been beaten to a pulp that day, thought about it for an entire night. He did not know where he got the inspiration from, but the next day, he came up with a countermeasure. With a single order, his subordinates went to the nearby major tribes and cities to carry out an emergency conscription.
Thus, when the Flamethrower flying formation once again appeared in the Greenwood Nation's airspace, a terrifying counterattack followed. With a single order from the Greenwood Nation's commander, hundreds of thousands of blade swallows soared into the air and spread out under the guidance of the flutes of the Skywalker Shepherds. They set up an inescapable net at a speed of more than three hundred kilometers per hour. After a series of encirclement and interception, they knocked down all the Flamethrower flying formations at a shocking rate.
Therefore, the Greenwood Nation only used some blade swallows that could be easily caught in the woods to completely destroy the Flamethrower flying formation that the Flamethrower had invested a fortune in.
After this setback, St. Urie Castle was furious. The Flamethrower Priest who proposed the formation of a flying formation was naturally thrown into the court. All related projects were suspended, and all blueprints were locked in the database to collect dust. Due to this unprecedented humiliation and fiasco, aircraft became a word that could not be mentioned by the Church. Anyone who mentioned it would be considered politically incorrect, a reversal of history, or a spy plotting to overthrow the country.
Under these circumstances, no one in the Church dared to mention aircraft again. Not at all.
By the way, this disastrous failure also had a profound impact on the growth of the Flamethrower's technology tree. It directly led to the complete defeat of the "mobile vehicle" faction within the Church and the bankruptcy of the "air and ground integrated army" theory. The seemingly promising air force research was completely canceled, and the "power armor" faction took the opportunity to counterattack. Taking advantage of this unprecedented situation, the Seraph Battle Order completely established the absolute dominance of the Flamethrower army.
Since then, Flamethrower began to fully research and popularize and improve power armor.
And this incident was so toxic that it became the laughing stock of international public opinion and a negative example that reminded all countries. As a result, whenever a fool in a country wanted to get a high-speed aircraft, there would be people around him reminding him not to be stupid. Just think about the big idiots in Flamethrower.
This incident had been over a hundred years, but the impact was still far-reaching. So much so that the research on conventional aircraft in all countries was almost in a quagmire. Only a small number of high-precision air forces were maintained, such as the Seraph of Flamethrower and the warriors of the Imperial Army who had the ability to fly.
Conventional high-speed aircraft would be easily defeated by the Greenwood Nation, but the air force of the Greenwood Nation would be easily defeated by the Seraph. Therefore, the Church only needed to maintain the top air force and not develop conventional air forces. When it came to air combat, the world maintained this strange balance and abnormal development.
As a Flamethrower, Courrier was naturally qualified to know about this serious "political mistake" and "lesson". But today, when she dragged a 500-kilogram biochemical weapon and flew over the Houtu Army camp, she suddenly missed the air knights who had their wings broken before their glory.
Such a scene suddenly appeared in her mind.
More than a dozen iron birds with a large number of biochemical weapons shot out brilliant rings of fire in the night sky, broke through the thick clouds, and rushed to the unprepared enemy camp like eagles about to hunt.
The Death Messengers escorted them and blocked all threats, such as the flying birds and the arrows of the Imperial Army from below. Then, the iron birds arrived above the target and poured down all the biochemical bombs. Countless terrible substances from hell fell from the sky as if it was the end of the world, causing the enemy to fall into fear, panic, and even madness. Before they could counterattack, the air knights had calmly retreated.
… Wait, there seems to be something wrong.
— Why do these aircraft have to be hung with such terrible things?!
— Isn't it better to carry conventional explosive ammunition?!
Creel suddenly realized that under the influence of Sun Lang, his thoughts seemed to have undergone a certain degree of change … It was really frightening to think about.
But …
She vaguely felt that perhaps the air combat aircraft that had been sealed by the Church for a long time seemed to be, perhaps, probably, maybe, not so useless …
Perhaps over the years, many people in the Church also thought so.
It was just that no one dared to say it out loud … After all, in a place like the Kingdom of Fire, scientific research and politics were never separated.
Just mentioning some things again was sometimes risky, and sometimes it was wrong.
But if it was Sun Lang …
She thought, Sun Lang magically reached some consensus with the Kingdom of Fire a few days ago. She didn't know what method he used, but he extorted a lot of things from the Emperor God. Perhaps if he spoke, the materials and drawings that were regarded as shameful and wrong by the Church, or the failed products sealed in the depths of the arsenal, might be easily obtained …
Perhaps, under special circumstances, these failed works would be able to shine again.
Should I mention it to Sun Lang …?
She was a little hesitant. After all, the Church was once bitten, twice shy. Plus, the "power armor" faction still had the right to speak. Every few days, they would bring up this incident to reflect on the lessons of history and suppress the competing factions. Therefore, the Church's internal view of the disastrous failure was to the point of madness. Even a Flame Guardian like Courrier was brainwashed.
She instinctively felt that the aircraft was unreliable, and there seemed to be a major hidden danger that she didn't realize.
And she didn't know much about this matter.
If she confidently recommended it to Sun Lang, and Sun Lang asked for it with interest from Kingdom of Fire, the result would be the same as the time more than a hundred years ago. She would be defeated in an instant, then …
Just as she hesitated, a green flame soared into the sky, shining brightly.
Courrier's heart skipped a beat. She didn't have time to think about this. The jet engine was activated, and the Seraph broke through the clouds and dived down, bringing with it a ghost-like howl.
She made a simple estimation and aimed at the bombing location that she and Sun Lang had agreed on. She released the control lock of the suspension module, and the huge wooden barrel that was tightly sealed fell with a whistling sound.
The battle-hardened elites quickly discovered the strange object that was falling from the sky.
Immediately, colorful lights flashed in the camp. Although the soldiers of the Empire didn't know what an air raid was, they still had a defense protocol to deal with this kind of attack from the sky. This tradition had been around for a long time. After all, humans had long mastered the mystery of the catapult. When huge rocks were thrown by ingenious machines, they could neither dodge nor wait for death. There had to be a way to deal with it.
But sadly, their opponent was the one who knew them best.
Not only did he understand the military system of the Empire, but he also understood the advanced tactics from another world.
For example, there was a bombing method called … Air Blast.
There was a boom.
Courrier visually estimated that the huge biochemical liquid bomb had already reached the sky above the detonation point, so she immediately used the manual detonation method. She drew the flame cannon from her right arm and fired three shots.
Then, the lift of the propulsion engine reached the maximum, and she turned around and rushed toward the sky at the fastest speed.
It was said that when the B-29 bomber planted mushrooms in Japan in 1945, the pilot had to quickly raise the nose of the plane the moment he dropped the bomb to avoid being caught in the nuclear explosion.
The blazing flames whizzed over and smashed the outer wooden shell as easily as breaking through dry weeds and rotten wood.
This special liquid bomb had two layers. The outer layer was filled with explosives.
Boom!
It was as if thunder had exploded in the sky!
The scorching fireball instantly burned and illuminated everything. It was as if a small sun had risen in the night sky. Then, the sun seemed to have turned green.
It was as if the Burning Legion had arrived.
The delicacies of the civilians in Ming Province had become popular in the past few months. In this passionate explosion, they sent beautiful blessings and welcome to these guests from all over the world, to these loyal soldiers of the Empire. They showed them the uncanny workmanship of the microorganisms.
Just as Mr. Lu Xun said, the military camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Time stopped for a moment.
Then, the world went crazy.
Deafening curses and screams continued to sound, and the sound of vomiting rose and fell. It had to be said that this round of ingenious biochemical attacks had achieved incredible results. This operation was simply suffocating.
In this chaos, no one noticed that in a corner of the military camp, 25 Slalor men were fully armed and wearing simple gas masks. They were all dumbfounded.
They had watched this performance from the beginning to the end.
Whether it was Sun Lang breaking out from the heavily guarded camp and leading the army by the nose with terrifying force.
It was still that earth-shattering liquid bomb.
Looking at the chaotic scene in the camp, looking at the screams and vomiting of the soldiers of the Empire, they were shocked. An inexplicable emotion grew in their hearts.
Not long ago, in that damn prison, they experienced the same thing. A few small iron cans flew in, followed by a few gunshots. Then, the prison became hell.
Now … these people of the Empire suffered the same blow.
Looking at their embarrassed appearance, looking at their comical appearance, looking at their ridiculous appearance …
What a good feeling!
You can play like this?
They were all ruthless felons. Almost all of them had multiple lives in their hands. Killing, plundering, and destroying could bring them pleasure. However, there were always people in this world that they couldn't deal with. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become prisoners of the Church and been sold to the people of the Empire.
In a head-on confrontation, they couldn't deal with the army of the Houtu Empire at all.
But just … just this … could make them so weak and ridiculous?
They were all in great shock and couldn't speak for a while. They could only silently enjoy this performance … It was simply too exciting.
But soon, they found something even more exciting.
"I … I'll say …"
One of the prisoners stammered, "That … that …"
The others were a little confused. A person beside him said fiercely, "What's wrong?"
The prisoner pointed to the front weakly, "Listen to this sound …"
Everyone looked in that direction at the same time. It seemed that it was indeed a little …
Suddenly, someone shouted, "He led those soldiers of the Empire over!"
Although the scope of the air explosion was large, it didn't cover the whole camp. Only a part of it was affected. In fact, this could spread more chaos, but this wasn't the point!
The point was that Sun Lang, who was running around with a group of murderous soldiers of the Empire, had led those elite and powerful guys over here!
When these burly men were scared out of their wits, Sun Lang also saw them. He even had the face to laugh, pointed to the side and shouted, "Those are all my companions!"
F * ck!
Although the Russians didn't understand Chinese, they were all bad guys, so they could read the meaning of that sentence from Sun Lang's expression and the reaction of those soldiers of the Empire. Many of them cursed and wanted to turn around and run away.
At this time, Sun Lang shouted, "Don't move!"
This shout contained inner strength. When it entered their ears, it shook their hearts and souls. Because of this shout and the deterrence Sun Lang had established before, everyone was stunned for a moment. Some people subconsciously stopped in their tracks, but there were still four people who gritted their teeth and ran without caring about anything else!
The sword energy broke through the air, whistling.
In an instant, the heads of those who ran away flew up. The headless corpses ran a few steps and fell to the ground. Their bodies were still twitching, and blood spurted out from their necks.
Sun Lang laughed wildly, "It hasn't even been a day. Have you forgotten what I said?
You're all my dogs. Dogs don't listen, so what's the point of keeping them! "
His figure moved, and his speed suddenly increased tenfold. He jumped to the side of these Russians with a crazy smile in his eyes. He laughed loudly, "It's like I said!
As long as you listen to my orders, no one will die. Those who don't listen will die!
But in return, I can guarantee that as long as you obey me, you can live!
Because I have the final say in your life and death! "
The Russians' faces were filled with fear and anger.
They couldn't imagine that there was such a temperamental madman in the world.
What did he want to do?
Sun Lang soon told them the answer.
He pointed to the pursuers behind him and laughed heartily, "Rejoice, scum. You will receive the honor that most people in the world can't obtain. You will receive the most exciting experience in the world!
One rider against a thousand, sweeping away a thousand soldiers, how carefree, how surging! Now, follow me and charge back. We'll crush these pursuers and turn around to break out of the encirclement. We'll pierce through this camp and kill our way out! "
"I'll give you five seconds to think about it!"
"Either follow me and charge out, or stay where you are and be chopped into minced meat!"
"One … I'm kidding!
Five! "
Sun Lang let out a long laugh. He turned around and punched out. The wind from his fist surged, creating a violent shockwave. The astral wind blew, knocking the ten or so soldiers who were rushing over to him to the ground. Without saying anything, he turned around and rushed back.
The Russians were still in shock. Sheffield, who had just been given a name by Sun Lang, had already followed silently.
There were a few others who moved with him.
The rest of the people also reacted. They gritted their teeth and quickly followed. If they stayed where they were, they would definitely be chopped into minced meat by the furious soldiers. Anyway, there was no worse possibility!
That damned lunatic!
Houtu Empire's monster!
Temperamental demon!
Sun Lang broke up a small group of soldiers and laughed, "Sheffield, you're a talent!
As the first to respond to me, I want to reward you with a revolver and a lighter! "
… Why is it a revolver and a lighter?
But if he's willing to reward me with a weapon, he must admire me and trust me, preparing to put me in an important position.
Then it's fine.
He simply replied and followed behind Sun Lang.
To do the craziest thing in the world.
A mere 26 people … no, that's not right, there are only 22 people left.
And the enemy is Houtu Empire's elite army. He used to be a general of Parting Fire, so he could judge the enemy's fighting strength from their reaction speed and fighting style.
A mere 22 people.
They don't even have enough weapons.
Only 22 people.
What they need to do is to cut through this furious camp and kill their way out.
This is an incredibly crazy move. The person who wants to do this must be the madman among madmen.
But as he looked at Sun Lang's back, a ridiculous thought appeared in his mind.
Although it was ridiculous, he still believed in it.
If it's him …
— — he can win.