Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Kang De pushed open the door of the cargo cabin and returned to his seat in the narrow cabin. He sat down.

Extreme fatigue appeared on his face.

To the two Serbian pilots, only a few minutes had passed, but Kang De had already wreaked havoc in the other world, completely severing, shattering, and slaughtering an army of thousands.

He summarized his experience, confirmed the power, interrogated the information, and planned the next route.

In the end, he returned.

He also had to transport a large number of firearms on the plane to the white fog world for Horus to use and modify.

He also had to move cement blocks of about the same weight from the white fog world to ballast them to prevent the plane’s load from falling rapidly and attracting the attention, doubts, and uneasiness of the pilots.

The previous battle was only the beginning.

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

However, against a few enchanted heavy armor and magic defenses, the effect was not so good. It required enchanted bullets, righteous strengthening, or the gorilla and Sword Saint Snowfall to break through the defense.

This was clearly only a second or third-rate servant army.

The training level, equipment situation, and even fighting spirit were far inferior to the Dusk Legion.

Perhaps he would be stopped or restrained by stronger enemy troops next.

However, it did not matter. Horus was upgrading and strengthening his equipment nervously.

The 12.7mm caliber APEI would verify if the armor of the elf soldiers was harder than the armor of the modern IFV.

If that was not enough, there were also boxes of RPG bullets and automatic grenade launchers.

There was also the white phosphorus mortar.

There were also arms dealers sending goods online.

There was also the French military base in Comoros.

They patrolled the area and rented French battleships around the island’s naval base.

The law of victory had already been decided.

Kang De raised his head and leaned against the bumpy and trembling bulkhead of the transport plane. He let out a long breath.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It had been about an hour since he arrived in the other world and finished moving the firearms. Now, he was finally completely relaxed.

No, he was not relaxed.

The blood and smoke on his body did not seem to have been washed clean.

Although he had long fired, although he had killed in Glory Sand Town, and although he had experienced Valentine’s bloody battle, this battle was the first one-sided slaughter he had experienced.

It was the crushing of advanced civilizations against backward civilizations in the sense of war.

The formation, defense, dense arrangement, and group battle promoted in the era of cold weapons became the death knell. The armor used to resist swords, spears, halberds, and crossbows were no different from paper in the face of gunpowder weapons. They did not know what had happened at all and fell in batches.

Their limbs were broken, their chests were pierced, and their heads were beaten into pancakes. In the blood fog that continuously rose, their fragile bodies trembled like a doll. One after another, row after row.

A completely hit bullet would make a person lose all their combat strength. No matter where it struck, even if it was not a fatal vital part, it would still lose a large amount of stamina and incapacitate them. The movies were all lies. No one could continue to fight with a few bullet holes. One was enough.

There were no longer any brave soldiers. There were only people who had been struck, their heads were blank, and they had fallen into a breakdown. People who were crying and wailing rolled, wriggled, and twisted on the carpet formed by flesh and corpses, and fled in all directions like frightened livestock.

However, the bullet would shoot into their backs and knock them to the ground.

The wheels would run over them and crush them into the soil.

The roar of the Hummer’s engine was like the roar of a steel dragon. There were many voices mixed in his ears, and the sound of automatic weapons roaring and firing sounded in unison. The shells fell into the car and emitted a light sound. The wheels rubbed the ground and the flesh and bones, and the body of the car continuously trembled as it advanced. There were also the screams of the enemy, the blood fog that filled the sky, and the dissipated smoke. It was a life that was even more humble than grass.

Kang De witnessed all of this through the strengthened windshield.

The windshield wipers continuously brushed the flesh and blood splattered on it to the side. Apart from the automatic weapons that kept firing, there were also a few cold chainsaws, circular saws, and sharp spears that added sharp enchantment. Wherever they went, there was a storm of blood. This was not an exaggeration… A bloody and intense massacre.

Kang De was involved.

He instructed Horus to rush left and right and continuously take ammunition from the white fog world. He extracted and destroyed the shells thrown in the car on a large scale and used the specially strengthened Lynx rifle to focus on high-value targets. The barrel was enchanted, the ammunition was enchanted, and the 14.5mm bullet destroyed everything.

He even brought the Autobot to perform a spatial jump and appear anywhere the enemy did not want him to appear. Then, he shot out a metal storm that destroyed everything.

Knock, kill them, and fight over there. I’ll do this.

In that short seven to eight minutes of battle, these were the words that were used the most frequently.

Then, he would obtain an overwhelming victory.

The enemy could not fight back at all.

Humans had attacked each other for thousands of years and developed their efficiency and scale to the extreme. This was the first time modern killing techniques had officially appeared in the other world and obtained such results.

Even Sword Saint Snowfall was shocked.

It was a huge victory that was enough to praise and even enter the history books.

However, what victory brought was not excitement and satisfaction.

Those enemies were not elves, but servant armies sent by the vassal countries of the Twilight Dynasty. They were also humans like Goethe and were not sharp-eared foreign races like the elves.

They were not elites, at least far less than the elites of the Twilight Legion. The war Kang De had participated in earlier was also extremely intense, but the elves had always had the advantage. Moreover, they were tenacious and unyielding. Even if they fell into a disadvantageous situation, these warriors of the Twilight Dynasty would fight to the death and not retreat unless the commander ordered them to retreat.

These people would wail, cry, and escape.

Killing soldiers and killing civilians were two different things.

Defeating powerful enemies and slaughtering weak troops were two different things.

Kang De looked up at the window in silence. His hands kept clenching and unclenching.

Some things were done, but it did not mean that he was used to it.

However, at the same time, there were some things that he had to do no matter how unaccustomed he was.

He would use as harsh a method as possible to quickly, efficiently, and terrifyingly annihilate the enemy. He would completely defeat them, disperse them, and destroy them, causing them to lose the ability to reorganize, preventing them from doing evil again, and completely withdraw from the battle sequence to intimidate them.

Only this could intimidate and intimidate the Elven Expeditionary Force and all the armies along the way, making them realize the outcome of stopping them and the outcome of doing evil.

However, Kang De suddenly recalled the Matabele War launched by the British South African company in 1893. That was the first time the Maxim machine gun had been recognized by the world ten years after its invention.

Internet rumors said that the British army had used only 50 people and four Maxims to defeat an army of 5,000 Matabele people and kill at least 3,000 people in that war. This was the wrong statement because at that time, the British army had at least a few hundred white soldiers and a thousand native troops accompanying them—but in any case, these four terrifying harvesting scythes had completely kicked off the era of firearms to some extent.

What Kang De was curious about was what the archers of the four heavy machine guns would think after the war when they looked at the river that was stained with blood and the corpses of the thousands of Matabele warriors who still fearlessly charged in the face of terrifying heavy firepower and were torn, torn, and strangled to death…

“…Sir?”

The front passenger gently opened the door and stuck his head out. “We heard you. Do you need anything to eat? Mr. Kirov has provided us with enough food and drinks—or a glass of wine?”

Kang De invited him to sit.

Then, he asked this question.

In any country, as long as it was a pilot who had graduated from formal training, his education and cultural attainment were not bad, especially these two pilots with military backgrounds. They naturally knew Maxim’s history and knew that this terrifying firearm that killed the most was nothing.

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

Many of them had been swept out by the Maxim gun.

“What do those British gunners think?”

One of the Serbs took a fierce bite of the roasted meat. They were once Soviets and had endured NATO bombing. They had new and old grudges. How could they be nice to Western countries?

He cursed, “Sir, I bet those executioners will only feel very happy. That’s the war started by the British South African Company, a war against the local blacks. How could the British at that time treat blacks as humans? They’ll be awarded medals. These Western pigs are all b*stards!”

…That was true.

Kang De only forced a smile and stopped talking.

The Serbian was very obedient. Although he did not know what had happened, he could tell that the Chinese guest was no longer interested in talking. Moreover, for some reason, sitting opposite this gentleman made him extremely uncomfortable.

There was even an inexplicable fear.

How strange. He clearly did not feel this way when he boarded the plane…

He wisely bade farewell and left Kang De many specialties of Serbia—mainly meat, meat, and more meat. The people of this country were the type who only ate meat.

Kang De looked out the window at the silent night sky.

His hand was trembling slightly, and his eyes were not calm.

No one could still eat and drink as if nothing had happened after beating thousands of people into pieces in a few minutes. This time was different from the mass bombardment outside Valentine City.

However, this was different from the British. It was not invasion or plunder, but stopping it. Instead, it was stopping plunder, stopping the war, protecting his family… No matter how cruel it was, he had to continue.

The long wait was even more torturous than a bloody battle.

The war in the other world had already begun. His relatives on Earth were detained by the crazy Gambia soldiers, and he did not have the ability to teleport thousands of kilometers in an instant.

Before he could interfere in this matter, he was only on the way.

On the other side, if the gorilla and Sword Saint Snowfall wanted to maintain their stamina and combat strength and deal with the interception and attack of the army along the way, it would probably take a day or so to cross a thousand miles and arrive at the Red Maple City.

On Earth, it would take almost a day to take a plane and travel. If he went there, he still had to investigate and interrogate information to confirm his father’s location before he could save him…

God knew how long it would take.

In this long and necessary time, as long as the elves’ surprise attack succeeded or a certain node of the beheading battle obtained major victory progress, the battle of Red Maple City would end early.

In this long and necessary time, as long as a certain d*mned Gambia soldier pulled the trigger for some idiotic reason, he would never see his father again.

His two-front battle plan was not perfect or foolproof.

As long as a small change happened, it would be too late.

Kang De leaned against the side wall. The light shone, and the window vaguely reflected his face and eyes.

If the Serbian pilot was still sitting opposite him, he should be able to discover the source of his previous panic. The blood color and killing intent contained in those eyes had already quietly been revealed.

If it was too late, if he could not make it…

—Then I won’t leave…

Until all of you die.

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