Until Every Last One of You Is Dead

The An-12 roared as it weaved through the clouds.

Kang De pushed open the cargo hold door, returned to his cramped passenger seat, and sat down.

Extreme fatigue was evident on his face.

For the two Serbia pilots, only a few minutes had passed, while Kang De had already wreaked havoc in the other world, completely tearing apart, shattering, and slaughtering an army of several thousand.

Summarize the experience, confirm the effectiveness, extract intelligence through interrogation, and formulate the next route of advance.

Finally, let's return to the beginning.

They also need to transport a large amount of weaponry from the plane to the White Mist World for Horus to use and modify.

They also needed to move roughly the same weight of cement blocks or similar materials from the White Mist World to ballast the aircraft, in order to prevent the pilots from becoming suspicious and uneasy due to a sudden drop in the aircraft's weight.

The previous battle was only the beginning.

The firearms and ammunition used in this conflict were mainly small-caliber rifles and small-caliber rifle grenades from the Golden Triangle, which were extremely effective at mowing down targets wearing leather armor and light iron armor.

However, it is not as effective against a few enchanted heavy armor and magic defenses, requiring enchanted bullets, a +15 Justice RPG, or the help of A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow to break through the defense.

This was clearly just a second- or third-rate auxiliary force.

Their training level, equipment, and even fighting spirit are far inferior to those of the Dusk Warband.

Perhaps we will be blocked or restrained by a more powerful enemy force next.

No matter, Horus is currently engaged in intense equipment upgrades and enhancements.

The "righteous Ma Deuce" (a popular chili sauce brand) will be tested against the 12.7mm APEI (air-piercing and explosive) armor-piercing rounds to determine which is tougher: the armor of an Elf soldier or the armor of a modern infantry fighting vehicle.

If that's not enough, there are also crates of RPG warheads and automatic grenade launchers.

There were also white phosphorus mortars.

There are also sexy Russians available for online delivery.

There is also the France military base in Comora.

French warships patrolling around the naval base on the leased island of Comora.

The laws of victory have already been established.

Kang De tilted his head back, leaned against the bulkhead of the transport plane as it lurched and shook, and let out a long breath.

He glanced at his watch; from arriving in the other world to unloading the weapons, about an hour had passed, and now he could finally relax completely.

No, I haven't relaxed at all.

The stench of blood and gunpowder seemed not to have been completely washed away.

Although he had already fired his gun, had slaughtered his way through the Glittering Sand Town, and had experienced the bloody battle of Valentan, this unstoppable battle was the first one-sided massacre he had ever witnessed.

It was a crushing defeat of a backward Civilization by an advanced Civilization in the sense of war.

The formations, defenses, dense deployments, and massed battles advocated in the era of cold weapons became death knells. The armor used to withstand swords, spears, halberds, and bows and crossbows was no different from paper in the face of gunpowder weapons. They fell in droves without even knowing what was happening.

Limbs were broken, chests were pierced, heads were smashed into a pancake, and amidst the rising mist of blood, fragile bodies trembled like rag dolls, one after another, row after row.

A single bullet that hits the target completely will render a person incapable of fighting. No matter where it hits, even if it's not a vital area, it will cause a significant loss of stamina and incapacitate the person. Movies are all lies; no one can continue fighting with multiple bullet holes in their body. One is enough.

There were no more brave soldiers, only those who had been hit, their minds blank, collapsing, weeping and wailing, writhing and twisting on the carpet of flesh and corpses, and fleeing in all directions like frightened livestock.

However, bullets would enter their backs and knock them to the ground.

However, the wheels would run over them, crushing them into the ground.

The roar of the Humvee's engine was like the roar of a steel dragon, mixed with many other sounds: the roar of automatic weapons firing in volleys, the soft clatter of spent cartridges falling into the vehicle, the screeching sound of wheels rubbing against the ground and flesh and bones, the constant trembling of the vehicle as it moved, the screams of the enemy, the flying blood mist, the dispersing smoke, and the fallen lives more insignificant than blades of grass.

Kang De witnessed all of this through the reinforced windshield.

The windshield wipers kept brushing the splattered flesh and blood aside. In addition to the automatic weapons that kept firing, there were also several gleaming chainsaws, circular saws and spears enchanted with sharpness on the car body and hood. Wherever they went, there was a bloody storm. This description is no exaggeration. It was a bloody and high-intensity massacre.

Kang De was involved in this.

Commanding Horus to charge left and right, constantly retrieving ammunition from the White Mist World, massively Extraction and annihilating the spent cartridges discarded in the vehicle, and using the specially enhanced Lynx rifle to focus attacks on high-value targets, enchanting the barrel and ammunition, and destroying everything with 14.5mm bullets.

They even take the Autobots on a space jump, appearing wherever the enemy doesn't want them to be, and then unleashing a devastating metal storm.

Crash them, kill them, attack over there, I'll handle this.

During that brief seven or eight-minute engagement, these were the most frequently used words.

Then they achieved an overwhelming victory.

The enemy had absolutely no chance to fight back.

Humans have been fighting each other for thousands of years, developing modern killing techniques to the extreme in terms of efficiency and scale. This is the first time that these techniques have been officially displayed in another world, achieving such results.

Even the Sword Saint Cascading Snow was shocked.

It was a great victory to be proud of, one that could even be recorded in history.

But victory did not bring excitement or satisfaction.

Those enemies were not elves, but servants sent by vassal states of the Dusk Moon Dynasty. They were human, just like Goth, and not the alien race with pointed ears like elves.

They were not elite, at least not nearly as elite as the Dusk Warband. The wars that Kang De had previously participated in were also extremely intense, but the elves always held the advantage and were tenacious and unyielding. Even when they were in a desperate situation, these warriors of the Dusk Moon Dynasty fought to the death and refused to retreat unless ordered to do so by their commander.

And these people will wail, plead, and run away.

Killing soldiers and massacring civilians are two different things.

Defeating a strong enemy and slaughtering a weak one are two different things.

Kang De tilted his head back, silently gazing out the window, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

Some things, just because you do them, don't mean you'll take them for granted.

However, there are also some things that, no matter how uncomfortable you are with them, you have no choice but to do.

To annihilate the enemy swiftly, efficiently, and terrifyingly using the most ruthless means possible, to utterly crush them, scatter them, destroy them, deprive them of the ability to reorganize, prevent them from committing further atrocities, and completely remove them from the fighting ranks, thereby creating a deterrent effect.

Only in this way can we deter and intimidate the Elf Expeditionary Force, and all the armies along the way, making them realize the consequences of obstruction and the consequences of wrongdoing.

However, Kang De suddenly thought of the Matabele War launched by the United Kingdom South Africa Company in 1893, which was the first time the Mark machine gun had gained worldwide recognition ten years after its invention.

Online rumors claim that the British army defeated a Matabele army of 5,000 with only 50 men and four Mark guns, killing at least 3,000. This is incorrect, as the British army had at least several hundred white soldiers and a thousand native troops with them. In any case, those four terrifying scythes, to some extent, ushered in the era of firearms.

What Kang De was curious about was what the gunners of those four heavy machine guns would have thought after the war, looking at the Bembesi River stained with blood, and at the corpses of thousands of Matabele warriors who had fearlessly charged into battle against terrifying heavy firepower only to be torn apart and annihilated...

"... gentlemen?"

The passenger gently opened the door and poked his head out. "We heard you. Would you like something to eat? Mr. Kirov has provided us with plenty of meat and drinks—or perhaps a glass of wine?"

Kang De asked him to sit down.

Then I asked him this question.

In any country, pilots who have graduated from formal training are generally well-educated and culturally sophisticated. In particular, these two pilots with military backgrounds certainly knew the history of the Mark gun and the terrifying weapon that killed the most people. The Battle of Matabele was nothing to them.

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

Many of them were swept away by Mark.

What did those British machine gunners think?

One of the Serbia took a vicious bite of his kebab. They were former Soviet Union citizens who had suffered NATO bombings; with both old and new grudges, how could they possibly have a friendly attitude towards Western countries?

He swore, "Sir, I bet those executioners were just thrilled—it was a war waged by the United Kingdom South Africa Company against the local blacks! How could the United Kingdom have considered blacks human beings back then? They'll be awarded medals. These Western pigs, they're all bastards!"

That's true.

Kang De merely managed a weak smile, then fell silent.

The Serbia was quite astute; although he didn't know what had happened, he could tell that the China guest had lost interest in conversation. Furthermore, for some reason, sitting opposite this gentleman made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

There was even a nameless fear.

It's strange, I didn't feel this way when I boarded the plane...

He wisely took his leave, leaving Kang De with many Serbia specialties—mainly meat, meat, and more meat, as the people of this country are the type who can't live without meat.

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

His hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were far from calm.

No one can turn thousands of people into mincemeat in minutes and then casually eat and drink as if nothing happened. This is completely different from the mass bombardment outside Valentan.

But this is different from the United Kingdom. It's not about invasion or plunder, but about stopping invasion, stopping plunder, stopping war, and protecting families... No matter how cruel it is, we must continue.

But the long wait is more agonizing than the bloody battle.

The war in the other world has begun. His family on Earth is being held captive by the insane soldiers of Gambia, and he doesn't have the ability to teleport thousands of miles away in an instant.

He was simply on his way before he was able to intervene in the matter.

In the other world, A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow need to conserve their strength and combat power while dealing with the interception and attacks of the armies along the way. It will probably take them about a day to cross the thousands of miles and arrive at Danfeng Lucerne.

On Earth, just the journey by plane and connecting flights would take almost a whole day. Once there, there would be investigation, interrogation, and confirmation of the father's location before any rescue operation could begin...

God knows how long it will take.

During this long and necessary period, if the Elven raid succeeds, or if a major victory is achieved at some point in the decapitation campaign, then the Battle of Danfeng Lucerne will end ahead of schedule.

During this long and necessary period, if any damned Gambia soldier pulls the trigger for some idiotic reason, he will never see his father again.

His two-front war plan was neither perfect nor foolproof.

If even the slightest mishap occurs, it will be too late.

It's always too late.

Kang De leaned against the side wall, the lamplight casting a hazy glow on his face and his eyes through the window.

If the Serbia pilot were still sitting opposite him, he would have been able to see the source of his earlier panic—the bloodlust and killing intent in those eyes had been quietly revealed.

If it's too late, if we can't make it...

Then I won't leave.

Until you are all dead.

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PS1: First update, 3500 words!