Planeswalker My Plane War

310 Magician 8
The unmanned aircraft flew to the limit altitude that it could reach, and transmitted the figure of the uninvited guest in the distance to the console.

That is the beast of steel war made by humans on earth.It has a model of violence and iron-blooded beauty, with a thick armor layer on its upper body, and tracks on its lower body that can adapt to any terrain.While bulky, it's not bulky.In this era, the speed of this kind of thing is actually very amazing, and it can easily travel at a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour.

At this moment, you can see two tanks driving arrogantly in the wilderness, their tracks ruthlessly crushing the only remaining green in the wilderness.Under the billowing smoke and dust, the thick barrel of the tank was turning, like a beast looking for its prey.They are facing everything in this country with the posture of looking down on the world.The guerrillas here may be able to sneak attack military vehicles by planting explosives, but it is absolutely impossible to confront tanks head-on in the wilderness.Here, they are invincible.

Behind the two tanks are several armored vehicles.However, the magician is not a military enthusiast, so he is relatively unfamiliar with these weapons and equipment. He can't recognize what type of vehicle it is, so he can only guess that it should be an armored personnel carrier.

There are obvious flags on these beasts of war, making it easy to recognize that they belong to the Maple Leaf Army.

Sure enough... here it comes.For this, the magician is slightly troubled, but not afraid.It can even be said that this has long been within his expectations.But they came too early.It can be seen that the chief of police is indeed up to standard in his work, and he is impeccable.

The magician had not used the "brain-eating evil spirit" too many times before, but this time he had enough experience.This made him understand that the brain-eating evil spirit is also flawed: that is, in the process of reading the brain, the brain-eating evil spirit is actually eating, and eating means destroying the brain.The issues that the breeders are most concerned about can indeed be read out intact, but in the process of reading, some other secondary things will be partially lost due to the destruction of the brain.

So although the magician got the information about the police chief's deposit this time, his memory in other aspects is not complete.

But he can be sure that the guy really made the call.And not one hit, but several.One of them was a call to the nearby Maple Leaf Country Garrison Base.In other words, call the commander of the Maple Leaf Country Garrison, an officer named Colonel Wilson.Of course, he didn't contact him directly, but he called the liaison personnel at the base and specified that he wanted to tell Colonel Wilson himself, and the words would definitely reach Wilson's ears.There is strict discipline in this regard in the army.

Of course he wouldn't say "here's a magician who does sorcery" or something truthful over the phone—truths were something no one wanted to hear these days.Instead, he told a dangerous lie.

"Last night, a small group of guerrillas came to the village to seek accommodation. They brought a lot of supplies, especially a lot of precious metals." That's probably the content.

Of course, that's not what he said specifically. The police chief must say something more tactful and more credible.But the magician knows that this is actually enough, whether it is the former or the latter is enough to attract these foreign soldiers.And when the two exist at the same time, the movement speed of these foreign soldiers will be extremely fast.

Facts have also proved this point.It has only been a few hours since the phone call, and they have already arrived.

Although it wasn't a large army that came over in a hurry, it was just two tanks and a few armored vehicles.But this already represents the high-end armed forces on this planet.Of course, this is not their full strength.The magician did not see helicopters, terrible aerial fighters and missiles, or information warfare methods such as electromagnetic interference.It wasn't that the Maple Leaf Army was incapable, but that it was too hasty and could not be dispatched in time.Of course, from another point of view, they can't judge the authenticity of the news for a while, and it is impossible to immediately dispatch an army for a false news.

The convoy is rushing towards here aggressively.If they just pounced directly like this, it would take about three to five minutes to reach the village.They won't do that though, they're making a circular motion around the village.

When practicing target shooting, Thomas often chatted about some past events and details on the battlefield during the breaks of practice.Although Zhang Cheng could not be turned from a civilian into an experienced soldier immediately, the magician at least remembered this routine tactical movement-these tanks and armored vehicles would not rush into the village so recklessly, they would Go around the village to ensure the safety of the surroundings, and at the same time, in order to deter the enemies in the village, force them to stay in it instead of fleeing.

It takes about fifteen to twenty minutes to complete this tactical movement.In other words, there is still a little time before the opening of the main show.

He is now standing on the top floor of the building in the village, looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, and at the same time looking at the drone console in his hand.In his initial prediction, he thought he would encounter a few helicopters, but he didn't expect tanks to arrive.

"This is...the chariot of this world?" The dark lich standing next to the magician saw such a thing for the first time.

"Yes, how does it feel?" asked the magician.He didn't intend to show off, but watching these intelligent creatures from the wild world being shocked by the creations of technological civilization is a good experience.

"It's quite weird..." Gong Bo said truthfully.Can this kind of thing be called a "chariot"?But he has just been popularized a little bit, so he understands that this thing is indeed the same as a chariot in essence.They are also vehicles, also have several operators, and are also used to charge into battle.And speaking in detail, the driver is indeed equivalent to the driver, and the gunner and the commander are actually no different from the left side of the car and the right side of the car.It's nothing more than a difference in weapons.

Beside them, Hassan burst out laughing, leaning forward and backward.

Gong Bo's spell just now was not the kind of long-lasting spell, and now the spell's effect is gone.Hassan is here now, of course without any weapons on his body.At the same time, Huchen was literally staring at him from the side.

"See if your magic can deal with tanks!" Hassan laughed.If placed in ancient times, then this sorcery is indeed terrifying.But the modern world is no time for sorcery to run amok.

The magician ignored him, but turned on his mobile phone and checked the conversation on the chat software.Specifically, it was a conversation with the little girl.

"I want to find someone who is the commander of Maple Leaf's army stationed in this country. His name should be Colonel Wilson. I want his contact information."

The other party replied almost immediately with a playful and cute cartoon picture "please wait a moment".

The Steel Beast soldiers outside the village divided into two groups, outflanking the village from two directions.If there are guerrillas in the village, then they will cut off the retreat of the guerrillas.The tanks kept pointing their black muzzles in this direction and did not fire.If there is a bombardment at this time, it is very likely that everyone on the roof will be killed.

The magician is always smiling, waiting for the phone's answer.He didn't wait long, and the little girl sent him a phone number.And it reminded him very intimately that he can directly contact Colonel Wilson with his mobile phone.

The magician quickly dialed the number.

On the opposite side of the phone is a calm and thick male voice, but there is a bit of unpleasant arrogance in the voice.It is not clear whether this is his personal reason, or all commanders have this characteristic.But compared to the magician, Colonel Wilson was more confused - he hadn't expected such an immature voice from the other side at all.He almost thought that some of his juniors had contacted him on the phone.

"Excuse me, is this Colonel Wilson?"

"Who are you, please? How did you know my number?"

"Oh, Mr. Colonel, I don't think we need to worry about such trivial matters. In fact, at this moment, the tank you sent seems to be aiming at me. This is the most urgent matter we need to solve."

With just this sentence, Wilson knew who the other party was.But he couldn't understand how the other party got his phone.

"Are you... from the guerrillas?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not. I have nothing to do with the guerrillas. I'm not even from this country. I'm afraid you got a wrong information. In fact, I just passed through this village, and I had some incidents with the villagers... ...financial disputes. I have reason to think," the clear voice on the other end of the phone cast doubt on the man's age.But Wilson knew that there were actually many child soldiers on the guerrilla side.The concept of people in the war-torn country is different from that of the civilized world.A place like this, where a boy needs only a little fluff from his mouth and his family and friends think he's eligible for battle. "There is no conflict between us. So I want things to be resolved in a more peaceful way. You can just let your troops leave."

"Young man, this matter is easy to solve." Colonel Wilson didn't think there was really any "guerrilla with a lot of precious metals" at first. He could only say that he would send troops to try it if he got the news.This is a mentality that would rather believe what you have than believe what you don't have.But now he was a little curious instead.Those who can get his phone in a short time, and are willing to call, should really bring something.

"Drop your arms and surrender to my soldiers," said the colonel in a casual tone. "That way the conflict is resolved."

"Did I hear you right? Are you asking me to surrender?" The voice on the other end of the phone became stern. "Colonel, is this an open provocation?"

"What do you think? Young man!" The colonel sneered. "I don't want any negotiation other than your unconditional surrender." He has the arrogance of a strong man, and he doesn't care about the other party's opinion at all.It's like people don't care about the protests of ants under their feet.Although the army he sent out was only a few dozen people, there was an essential difference between a professional army armed to the teeth with all kinds of heavy equipment and a guerrilla.In fact, the trouble in this country has never been a frontal battle, but a security war.The real danger is not the frontal battlefield, but the rugged and dangerous terrain, the ubiquitous roadside bombs, and the human bombs who don't know whether they are dead or alive.If it was a frontal battle, then dozens of foreign soldiers could hang and beat hundreds or thousands of rats who dared to use roadside bombs. "Young man, if you don't want to die, obediently put down your weapon and hand over all your equipment and supplies. I will consider making an exception."

Even if it's really a trap this time, it's useless to gather thousands of well-equipped guerrillas here.Times have changed.His army is always supported by long-range firepower, aerial reconnaissance, electronic systems and aircraft, while the enemy side has none.In fact, as long as he wanted it, the death flames could cover everything within several square kilometers within half an hour.

"This is a challenge to me, but also a threat to me!" The voice on the other side of the phone sounded a little strange, "Very well, you asked for it yourself. If this is the case, then I declare that from now on, you The side is my enemy. Naturally, you can do anything to the enemy. You will pay for what you have done! You and your people will atone for your sins with your life and blood."

"Young man, you haven't woken up yet!" Wilson snorted coldly.It is impossible for this country to have the strength to confront a heavily armed force head-on.He didn't care the slightest bit about this vague threat. "I order you one last time to let you and your men lay down their weapons and surrender to my soldiers. Otherwise, I will order my soldiers to shoot and kill."

The other party obviously didn't want to listen anymore, and had already hung up the phone by this time.

But the call also gave Wilson a little reminder.He quickly contacted his subordinates.Since the opponent's technical strength is as weak as the armed forces, the garrisons of various countries do not need to consider the issue of communication security.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"Lewis? Have you reached the village? How is it?"

"I haven't entered yet, but the village is very quiet, too quiet, even now there is no sign of anyone moving." This kind of quiet itself means that things are not normal. "I guess the militants have probably kidnapped all the villagers."

"I'm afraid that's true, and you have to be careful that these guys are crazy." The meaning of this sentence is to be careful of human bombs.

In this country, the vast majority of losses of foreign troops are not from guerrilla bullets, but from guerrilla roadside bombs and suicide bombs.And there is also a variant of the human bomb called the "car bomb".When faced with car bombs, even tanks and armored vehicles may not be easy to use.So be careful.In short, it is the first to strike first.The dead are no threat.

"Obey, sir! I will be careful." The voice of the officer named Lewis sounded full of confidence, which made Colonel Wilson feel more relaxed.However, his good mood lasted less than a second before he heard a scream from his subordinates.

"God! What's that?!"

"What happened?!" Colonel Wilson asked immediately.

"Sir! I saw a magician!"

"Magician?" Wilson almost mistakenly thought he was listening to a fairy tale. "What magician?"

"There's a guy in a magician's costume popping up in profile. Uh...sir, I don't know how he showed up! But he looks like..."

The magician standing on a small slope took off his hat and bowed—like all magicians do when they step on the stage.Then a short stick emitting green light suddenly appeared in his hand.This is the most powerful disintegration wand among all wands that he bought from another world.

(End of this chapter)