Give them a little funny shock

Chapter 436 532 Ordinary War (I)

"So, people like you are destined to..."

"Colonel, they're gone."

Wu Yun, who was continuing his verbal attacks on Alleifen, was interrupted by Alleifen's words. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was happening belatedly.

Lan Ya and Su Mei had left at some point, so he was considered to have escaped this time... No, so he really relied on his intelligence and wit to perfectly avoid the danger that should have come this time.

However, there is nothing to be proud of, so Wu Yun does not intend to publicize this matter.

"Ah? Oh! Right!" Wu Yun, who had come to his senses, looked over there for a while and nodded. Then, he turned around and looked at Allifen in front of him:
"What happened today, I hope it's just a little secret between the two of us. I don't want you to tell anyone."

"Can it be done?"

"Um, but..."

Allefin hesitated.

"If you want to report to your superiors, just do it as usual." Wu Yun knew why he was hesitating and said, "I just asked you not to tell your comrades about this matter."

"Of course, you can say that you met a conqueror, a fourth-level conqueror, but that's all. There's no need to say anything else." Wu Yun tilted his head and saw that Allifen seemed to want to say something, so he immediately said.

"Yes! Colonel!" Alleifen immediately stood at attention and saluted Wu Yun.

"Okay, go down. You have nothing to do here."

"Yes!"

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On this planet, the war continues.

The civilization where Alleifen lived was not a very developed empire. In this empire, many people were still in the farming era and lived a slash-and-burn life.

Of course, this does not mean that the Empire does not have some high-tech equipment. On the contrary, they still have a fully equipped space fleet and corresponding industrial system.

It's just that it's really lame.

On the other side of the planet, a bombardment of a large tribe continues.

It was composed of several planetary atmospheric combat aircraft named "Flash Star" produced by the empire, and was pouring death fire on the tribesmen below.

The pilot of Unit 3, Malreid, dived to one side. He lowered his altitude, hid behind a group of boulders, and moved nimbly among the boulders like a flying bird.

On the ground, warriors of the Bolchaco tribe equipped with crossbows were shooting at several combat aircraft in the sky.

This is the crossbow they bought from the Star Alliance. It's called a 'crossbow', but in fact it's some kind of live ammunition weapon accelerated by electromagnetic propulsion. Its bullets fly at an extremely fast speed and have a very long range.

Apart from those warriors holding crossbows and pointing them towards the sky, other warriors without long-range weapons stood in place, waving their weapons in the air provocatively. Even though there were corpses piled up around them, they seemed to have no fear at all.

After the aircraft passed through the stone forest, the pilot pulled the joystick backwards. The aircraft climbed sharply, and at the same time, several small bombs on the bomb rack were dropped continuously from below.

These falling objects rolled lazily in the air along high arcs, and finally landed on the crowd below, spraying a burst of fire from the impact point forward, followed by an explosion, instantly engulfing the tribesmen nearby.

The scorching flames spread to both sides, followed by a rain of bullets shot down from the fighter planes. After the explosion, shrill screams began to echo in the land below.

At this moment, the tribe below has turned into a living hell.

This is a very weak planet, and the strength of the extraordinary people on it is also very low, which is just right for the soldiers of the follower legion. Even for those follower legions, this is a planet of little value.

Therefore, even these auxiliary legions, the soldiers they sent to this planet were all second-line or even third-line troops, or even civilian armed groups, and their equipment was also very cheap.

And I don't feel any pain when he dies.

But at this moment, at the edge of the tribe below, an old man stumbled out of the tent. He was a warrior of this tribe, an old warrior.

He ran forward, and even though he was very old, he was as fast as a leopard, light and agile.

He passed through the valley and came to the top of a hillside, just in time to see three bombs hitting the group of tents in front of him. Flames burst out like huge flowers with black edges, emitting a strong fragrance of death.

Rage, rage and sorrow began to fill the old warrior's chest, his legs and abdominal muscles began to twitch, and his mouth gasped for air.

His feet were planted firmly on the ground, and a powerful force flowed through his body. He clenched his fists, opened his arms to the sky, and let out a howl that chilled the blood in his body.

Nature responded immediately, and the shrill whistling soon turned into a terrifying roar, and the entire sky seemed to have turned into a giant mouth, sucking in the air and then spewing it out with terrible force.

Then, a strong wind blew up, sweeping in from the mountains behind the old warrior, tearing the treetops. It swirled and hissed around the old man, and then blew upwards.

In an instant, the aircraft in the sky was sucked into it and somersaulted like a kite with a broken string.

The pilot tried desperately to regain control, but suddenly he heard a sharp explosion, like thunder in summer, or like a huge tree collapsing after being cut down.

With a deafening roar, the sky exploded, and lightning made the sky, which had just become extremely dark due to the hurricane, turn extremely white in an instant.

The plane couldn't stop spinning, and a blazing picture burned into the pilot's mind. A huge bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, splitting into two strands and hitting the two aircraft adjacent to him.

This fleeting horror scene, in the pilot's mind at that moment, turned into a torturous slow motion.

It played slowly like this, allowing the pilots at this moment to watch the two aircraft on the opposite side being blown into pieces, slowly falling from the sky like torn pieces of paper.

But they could not land safely, because they were soon engulfed by the fireball produced by the explosion of the bomb.

Two scattered clouds of orange fireworks painted the black sky, burning the pilot and the fallen wreckage to ashes, leaving them to be blown away by the strong wind like small sparks from burning pine branches.

At this time, there was only this aircraft left in the sky, but that didn't mean it had escaped.

Because immediately afterwards, another gust of wind blew up and hit the already shaky aircraft.

This hurricane came from the west and collided head-on with the storm from the east that had not yet ended, immediately forming a terrible cyclone.

The clouds gathered at an alarming rate, and in what seemed like only a few minutes, cumulonimbus clouds rose into the sky, completely blocking out the sun in the area and turning the area within a radius of dozens of kilometers into darkness.

(End of this chapter)