I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 306 Sky Fortress
The sun is shining brightly, this is already the third day that closed beta players have entered this world, and most players have already had a preliminary understanding of this world.

This world has relatively advanced technology and is extremely rich in material things. Supernatural abilities are not unique to them. Many people can't forget the sudden incident they encountered when they first landed.

A small number of players with advent experience often brag about their experience with others, but they all think that this world will definitely become the most exciting world in the last few hundred years.

As long as they seize the opportunity, do more tasks, and get more contribution points, when the public beta starts, they will be masters. Whether they hand in their body or stay in this world, they will be able to make a steady profit.

This kind of remarks undoubtedly made all the testers excited, as did Dan Turan and Dorigon.

【Mission (beta 0.1): Scouting the enemy shadow】

[Content: This land is full of hostility to us, we must first find those mice hiding in the dark, and then crush them]

[Rewards: subject to the distribution of personnel from the planning department]

Dan Turan was studying the map, and he couldn't even complete the correspondence between the east, west, north and west on the map and the actual direction, but this did not affect him telling Dorigon in a positive tone: "Go in that direction!"

The small off-road vehicle can only seat two people, and a large oil drum is tied to the second half, which makes the whole vehicle look cheap.

But the novice driver Duoli Gong insisted on driving this thing to [-] yards in the desert, and the two of them were more or less hanged, which was the mark left by them [-] consecutive rollovers midway.

So far, Dorrigon has mastered a variety of informal driving skills including flicking.

He had never driven any means of transportation before, and he never thought that such a simple mechanical vehicle could bring so much fun to people.

"Wow! This thing is so cool!" Duoli Gong shouted hoarsely, with bruises in the shape of a steering wheel on his face.

Dan Turan looked even worse. He was not as strong as Doligon. At this time, he felt pain everywhere along with the bumps of the off-road vehicle.

"Dan, this place is really nice, I've never been so happy in my life!" Dorigon's voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the engine, but Dan Turan still heard it: "Sunshine, air, no wonder those people want to go out every day." run!"

Dan Turan looked up at the bright sun and closed his eyes until he saw the tears streaming down his eyes. He has almost no memory of his original life, but he still agrees with Dorigon's words. The joy from the bottom of his heart will not lie.

The off-road vehicle drove hundreds of kilometers all the way, and the scorching sun made the two players dizzy, so they had to stop to rest. At this time, they didn't know what heat stroke was.

The fresh water reserve carried in the trunk has already been consumed by more than half in just a dozen hours, and the two novices have realized that they must replenish fresh water to continue the mission.

"What's that?" Duoli Gong sat in the narrow shadow formed by the off-road vehicle and asked, pointing to a soaring eagle in the sky.

It is one of the few birds in Persia that is not endangered. The traffic lines that divide the land vertically and horizontally are equipped with high-voltage power grids and infrasonic bird repellents, which have prevented many birds with an activity range of less than 20 meters in the past 20 years. Quickly extinct.

Dan Turan looked blankly at the eagle in the sky. At this moment, he was very annoyed at why he had sold memory sectors before, making himself a ghost.

The eagle circled over the two of them a few times, measured the state of the 'prey', felt that they could last for a while, and left disappointed.

"Account the ball, let's sleep for a while, I'm exhausted." Dorrigon picked a comfortable position and lay down in the shadow cast by the off-road vehicle, and just fell asleep.

Dan Turan also found a shadow and lay down to make do with it. He needs rest more than Dorigon.
A few kilometers away, a Persian who looked like an ordinary herdsman suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eagle eyes. He took out a map and made a mark on it.

After Hashim lost contact, the wind of freedom sent all the messengers in the nearby area, and the eagle trainer in front of him was one of them.

Suleiman is a native herdsman of this land, not interested in the revolution, freedom and other bullshit advocated by Hashem.

His grandfather was a member of the Taliban, and his father followed his father's business for the first half of his life, and joined the Persian Salvation Army for the second half of his life until Suleiman was born.

Later, the rescue army disintegrated into guerrillas one after another. The Suleiman family fought from the Federation to the Petrochemical Alliance. War has become a part of the family.

In Suleiman's eyes, the last 30 to [-] years are actually a rare period of peace, and the Petrochemical Alliance is not interested in them at all. If they can accept this kind of hard life, this ending is not bad.

The original intention of Suleiman to join the Wind of Freedom was only to allow the separated compatriots to communicate with each other, so that there would be no situation where there are different sounds and different customs.

That car was the third car he had spotted, and his eyes and ears in the air were continuing to expand their scouting range and updating information on these vehicles in real time.

Suleiman himself, on the other hand, drove the camels to avoid the direction of these enemies and headed towards a large gathering place.

In Suleiman's experience, he didn't even need to risk sending his own partners to mark the departure places of these vehicles on the map.

But also based on Suleiman's experience, he judged that the combined strength of the Wind of Freedom and the surrounding groups of guerrillas could not do anything to that group.

But grabbing a few tongues shouldn't be a problem. Suleiman could see clearly that these people were unfamiliar with this land, and they didn't even know when to rest and when to hurry.

He took out his old gun, a weather-beaten AS'Val' silent sniper rifle that has accompanied two generations of the Suleiman family for more than half a century.

It's just that 9mm subsonic bullets are becoming more and more difficult to obtain. Suleiman has to pick up the shell casings every time after shooting, and reload them by hand for repeated use, and the shell casings are worn out.

Suleiman rode a camel to approach the duo at a distance of one kilometer, then jumped off the camel and walked. In the telescope, the two superhumans lay defenseless in the shadow formed by the vehicle, as if they were asleep.

He hasn't fought such a smooth battle for a long time. Ever since the Petrochemical Alliance upgraded the program of armed drones, those things are as shrewd as veterans who have fought for a lifetime.

Suleiman ventured down to a distance of less than 400 meters from the vehicle, selecting targets in the scope.

Suleiman has blown up countless such simple off-road vehicles, but now the Petrochemical Alliance seldom sends people to the desert, which reminds him of the old days.

Novice, rookie, unsuspecting, Suleiman's scope swept from the fuel tank to the fresh water tank, and they just left the rear door wide open as if inviting bullets.

Suleiman took a deep breath, stabilized his hands, and fired four shots in a short period of time. The bullets only made a popping sound.

Two bullets pierced the fuel tank, and two bullets pierced the fresh water tank. Suleiman lay down behind the dune and hid directly after shooting.

His weapon is not very powerful, and the range is not far, but the concealment is extremely superior. The weak recoil allows him to maintain shooting stability without lying down. The vibration of the muzzle will not splash the sand on the ground and leave no trace. Suleiman bet that the two rookies couldn't find the direction to shoot.

However, things went smoother than Suleiman thought, and the two idiots didn't wake up at all, allowing the gasoline and fresh water to be swallowed by the sea of ​​sand.

"Careless rookie." Suleiman smiled. He felt that he might be able to complete this task by himself.

Now, he only needs to follow up patiently, and time and Sha Hai will do the rest.

"Found those bastards." Mikkelsen greeted Tang Ji and his party who had returned in the small town of Lalit. He had to find a partner to borrow a plane with vertical take-off and landing function before taking them away. return.

"I'll leave it to you." Tang Ji threw Ibrahim on the ground, and he lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

In addition to Tang Ji and his team members, there were two important prisoners on this trip, the warden and his medical team, and Ibrahim, whose arm was torn off by Tang Ji.

The former walked reluctantly, but did not overreact, but refused to speak.

As for the latter, he explained how many times he had wet the bed when he was a child, including the location and contact information of those who descended.

Using Ibrahim's information, Mikkelsen used satellites to find out the specific location of the players, but he planned to dig out more information about the naturalized people in the Persian region from Ibrahim.

"Prepare another plane. We will set off after four hours of repair." Tang Ji threw the equipment on the ground and walked into the tent to take a shower. The surface temperature of this place is now close to [-] degrees. Including the cooling system, it still simmers like a hot pot.

"Wait!" Mikkelsen looked around and walked into Tang Ji's tent, and asked him in a low voice, "Can you fly a plane?"

"Huh?" Tang Ji frowned, and the two had cooperated for a while, and there was a tacit understanding: "I can try."

"Very good. The Petrochemical Alliance has a lot of old antiques that are simple to operate. They rely on these things to survive." Mikkelsen simply explained: "You don't need to fly the plane directly. You are in charge of the weapon bay. Try it first."

A few hours later, a beige A-130 landed at the airport, and while Anthony was inspecting Sirte, he looked at this old antique equipment that he hadn't touched much.

The behemoth, once nicknamed the Fortress in the Sky, was a modified aircraft based on the C-130, but this aircraft armed to the teeth had a little more mighty aura than the one they took before.

"I'm fine. Didn't they say it? It's just a sedative and a stabilizer." Soulte broke away from Anthony's inspection impatiently, and he was a little depressed.

As the youngest and most sensitive member of the team, Soulte has a fighting power second only to Tang Ji, but has been injured repeatedly due to carelessness or other reasons, which makes Soulte feel a little embarrassed.

He used to be the trump card of the Skeleton Party, and those people relied on him many times to get a full meal. Although these achievements are not worth mentioning now, Surte also has his own pride.

Anthony raised his eyebrows and didn't care about Soult's attitude. He had been exposed to psychology since he joined the trauma team. Later, because of Tangy, he has been learning this knowledge. Soulte is in adolescence. It's normal to have a reverse mentality.

He also stopped Martin and his group from planning to joke with Surte. Those guys took a lot of pictures of him with their mobile phones while Surte was not awake, all of them looked like children.

"AC-130J-Ghost Rider II, a classic model, although it has been in service for 40 years, but the things inside are new and keep up with the times." Mikkelsen stood beside Tang Ji, feeling a little emotional: "30MM caliber GAU -23/A cannon, 105MM caliber howitzer, bombs, smart missiles, perfect ground attack weapons."

This is the first time Tang Ji saw this nostalgic expression on Mikkelsen's face. Mikkelsen smiled: "I was there when it was finalized."

"Another old man." Tang Ji took out a box of Tree of Life from Mikkelsen with familiarity, and generously threw one back to the other party.

"Save your cigarettes, who knows how long that tree will last." Mikkelsen pointed to the plane: "If it works, next time we will change to a more powerful one."

The missiles fired by Tang Ji's hands, the players who were killed by the explosion, whether he killed them himself or not, this question has troubled Mikkelsen for a long time, and he has always wanted to find a chance to try.

As for Tang Ji himself, he has never figured out what is the basis of his characteristic of being able to cause real damage to players.

When he killed the first player, he didn't have the ability of the flame of hatred, so Tang Ji was sure that his speciality had nothing to do with the ability of the flame of hatred.

But he couldn't be sure whether there was an inevitable connection between his particularity and rage, because Tang Ji couldn't be sure when he awakened to become a superhuman.

"Board the plane." Tang Ji watched the huge sky fortress open the belly, and gave orders to the team members.

The attack on Rust Prison must have alarmed the Elderly, but when the news would reach the testers was the question.

Because the only contact between them is Ibrahim, this villain has always cherished his identity, never let others get involved in his business, and contacted the Blazers in person for every detail.

So at least until now, those testers are still staying in their hiding places, without any movement, only a few players scattered around and don't know what tasks they are performing.

The wide fuselage of the Sky Fortress took off slowly at the airport. One of Mikkelsen's avatars got on the plane with Tang Ji, and the other two avatars stayed in the small town of Lalit to coordinate various forces.

The faces of the three Mikkelsen were very heavy. He couldn't cover everything in the petrochemical alliance, but the continuous attack obviously couldn't completely hide the local forces.

God knows what awaits them next
(End of this chapter)