Don't Shout "Fire!"

"Father!"

When Kang De was teleported back to Horus's vehicle via the spatial anchor, Iron Son instantly understood what had happened and asked, "Shall we depart now?"

Kang De's expression remained calm. His mood had been fluctuating between good and bad these past few days: the joy of rescuing his father, the peace of mind of finally resolving his inner conflict, and the pleasure of opening a new map. But there were always messages reminding him that Danfeng Lucerne was still under siege by the elves, and that a war was not yet over.

Even the war in Comora is not over.

He shook his head and glanced at his watch. "It'll be quite a while before we know it."

Horus asked, "Why?"

"Because of the difference in time anchoring between the White Mist World and Earth, the White Mist World can only be anchored to Earth's state at most three hours ago... Oh, no, that's not right."

He gave a bitter smile, "It's been about two hours now."

During the Battle of Valentan, he continuously opened large spatial portals to accelerate the circulation of those mass weapons. After this battle, the time anchor points between Earth and the White Mist World became even closer, reaching two hours and seventeen minutes. However, during the past two days of constant back-and-forth travel, he had to adjust the flow of time each time, until the time difference between Earth and the White Mist World was reduced to only two hours.

Damn elf.

The White Mist World captures a specific moment anchored to Earth, rather than maintaining a parallel timeline with Earth. However, the time anchor points of the two worlds are constantly approaching each other. In other words, after the two-hour buffer period is exhausted, the time anchor point of the White Mist World will be completely aligned with Earth's.

Space is a mirror image of a mutually generating relationship, and time is also unified and consistent. What will happen then?

Damn elf.

He grew impatient again and said, "We can't just sit idle for a while. We need time to get used to the weapons and equipment we got from the Russia. I have a plan..."

He sent his father back to the embassy's underground fortifications and ordered the two newly arrived mercenary groups to prepare for defense in case they were attacked by the France while he was away.

The Myanmar had just suffered a loss at the hands of their France counterparts, and now they were certainly eager to prove themselves. As for the Russia, there was even less to worry about; they had never gotten along with the France, and their identities were rather awkward spies—these days, the more infiltrated a spy, the harder and more diligent they were in their work.

Two D30 Howitzer have been assembled and are mounted on transport trucks, ready for deployment or movement at any time. The Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun, capable of sweeping down a building in minutes, is on standby and ready to be deployed at any time to sweep the ground—ground firing is the daily routine for anti-aircraft guns; if you don't like it, don't play it.

The various light and heavy weapons and equipment that were transported by the An-124 transport plane were also unloaded.

"Five minutes, or thirty-five minutes in this other world, is all we need to do to solve this problem," Kang De said. "The new weapon needs to be familiarized with, deployed, and operated. Go and prepare."

With no one around, a black light flashed, Horus returned to the White Mist World. The next moment, another Humvee appeared in the same spot; every Iron Son needs a substitute.

After patrolling and scouting for a while to ensure the France wouldn't make any further moves, Kang De activated his ability and returned to the White Mist World when it was almost time.

It wasn't in a residential area, but in the desolate Comora, at the newly acquired supply depot. Time in the White Mist World froze at the moment of their first arrival, a fragment of that time when several trucks and self-propelled anti-aircraft guns had just entered. Kang De reversed the flow of time and said, "You continue, I'll go take a look."

The Humvee transformed, its steel giant hands already becoming a dazzling array of tools. It reached out and dragged over an airborne platform, taking down a howitzer and examining it closely. Beside it, a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun had clearly already been disassembled. Kang De snapped his fingers, parting space and arriving in another world.

This was a wooded area. A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow were standing not far away. When they saw Kang De appear, A Xing jumped over, hugged him, spun him around, and then stared at Kang De's face.

She exclaimed with delight, "There's so much more this time!"

Hilmeria also showed surprise, followed by joy. The last time they met, Kang De seemed to be soaking in a pool of blood, but this time, his ferocity and murderous intent had dissipated considerably.

It felt like we were back to how we were when we first met.

"You..."

She was both surprised and curious. After all, calming one's mind and controlling one's violence was an extremely difficult lesson even for cultivators in the Battle God City, and only a few hours had passed?

How did you do that?

"Hmm... it's a long story," Kang De shrugged. "It's probably because of a single sentence."

Before the swordsman could press further, he looked around and asked, "Where are the elves?"

"This time it's more troublesome. They're a magically enhanced force equipped with heavy magical artifacts and a battlefield mage corps. Clearly, they're extremely well-prepared. They're a dragon-bannered unit of the Royal Army, the Stoneheart Warband..."

A fierce glint flashed across the Sword Saint Cascading Snow's face. "The magic-wielding forces, mage units, and archer legions are all deployed. The Eagle Eye team is conducting a large-scale sweep search. We were almost discovered, and these elves are about to launch a long-range attack on the nearby city of Agra... These despicable elves!"

As she said this, a look of struggle and hesitation flashed in her eyes.

A Xing gently tugged at Kang De's sleeve.

Kang De asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually..." Hilmeria took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "I wanted to give up... give up Agra City, give up fighting the Stoneheart Warband, and break through and leave as quickly as possible. After all, they have deployed their strongest attack formation. In the last battle, we faced pure-blooded elf troops for the first time, and we can no longer be as unstoppable as before. There might even be trouble. Besides, your mental state..."

Kang De raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

The Sword Saint Cascading Snow glanced helplessly at A Xing: "But the signal device is with her. No matter what I say, she won't listen. She insists that you told her to, so she has to notify you."

"I said this is for your own good, and she said, 'How do I know if you really care about Kang De or just pretend? Besides, even if you really care about Kang De, deliberately keeping it from Kang De might not be good for Kang De in the end. Even if it's for his own good now, it might not be good when he finds out later.' It was all a jumbled mess, and I didn't understand a word she said, but she was stubborn and wouldn't budge."

To be honest, Kang De didn't understand it at first either.

But he understood what it meant.

Then he touched A Xing's face.

At first, A Xing was a little worried, but now his whole face lit up. If he had a tail, it would be wagging happily right now. Then he glanced at Hilmeria triumphantly.

With an air of "no one understands Kang De better than me," his red hair was ruffled by the gentle breeze.

"I still suggest we make some trade-offs. The closer we get to Danfeng Lucerne, the stronger our enemies will become. It's really not advisable to take too many risks..." The Sword Saint Cascading Snow sighed. "Consider it my suggestion, I..."

Kang De interrupted her, smiling, "No need, we can win."

"Don't be reckless," Hilmeria frowned. "Although you've calmed down now, seeing blood again and engaging in high-intensity combat still risks a relapse. Besides, the enemy is stronger than last time and has made more thorough preparations. If we charge in as we are now, we'll inevitably be met with a full-scale attack from heavy magical artifacts and a legion of mages. They've already formed their battle lines..."

"Then throw the stone over from here."

"... What?"

"I said, 'Damn it!'"

"I don't understand..."

"If that's not enough, then throw in more."

The Sword Saint Cascading Snow didn't understand, but with a flash of black light, Kang De had vanished into thin air. Then, with another flash, the terrifying alchemical chariot appeared out of thin air and quickly transformed into human form.

Kang De said, "Investigate."

The Transformers's right hand rapidly transformed, its parts shrinking, assembling, and expanding, the lens becoming prominent, turning into a huge monocular telescope. It carefully stood up, cautiously observing for a moment in the direction pointed out by the Sword Saint Cascading Snow, and then had Kang De use invisibility to teleport into the air to take a few pictures.

"I think I understand."

Horus's electronic eyes blinked for a moment, data flowed, it looked around, calculated the configuration, and then said, "Back off... no need to be so close, we can get further away, the further the safer."

Following Horus's advice, Kang De and the Transformers returned to the White Mist World, while A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow retreated, and as Horus requested, they retreated about ten kilometers to find a higher, open area.

Location confirmed.

The father and son returned again, this time with one of them carrying a D30 Howitzer on his shoulder.

On their second return, they brought out the Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun, along with several truckloads of supplies.

"You can set it up."

He gave the instructions to Iron Son, who responded. Kang De took a deep breath and prepared to return to the White Mist World.

"Father."

Horus asked, "How much do you want?"

Kang De did not answer the question, "Let's see... let's see if that conjecture is feasible."

He activated his ability, returned to the White Mist World, where a box of ammunition remained unloaded from the vehicle. He carried the box back to Earth, teleported to the vicinity of the warehouse, and in the darkness, placed the items replicated in this mirror world on the ground before silently departing.

"Whether we can have a good time this time depends on this..."

In the White Mist World, golden energy emanates from the body, and the power of time propels the anchor point forward.

Refresh.

The White Mist World does not always remain consistent with the real world. Instead, it captures every moment of the real world and projects it as a mirror image, as if it has marked a certain anchor point in time.

Kang De, on the other hand, could use his divine power over time and space to re-anchor the time anchor point.

The White Mist World will be reset, to a new point in time.

If at that point in time something that has already been used or taken away is still in its original place on Earth, maintaining its original state, then that same thing will reappear.

This is called refreshing.

Kang De snapped his fingers.

The Crimson Scroll burned with golden flames, and the divine power of time condensed in the air, transforming into a huge ethereal spirit, which was a giant bell. The long bell rope hung down from the air, all the way to Kang De's hand.

Kang De grasped the bell rope and pulled it.

The bell is rung once.

Time began to flow.

The sky and earth darkened, and a black wave roared in, sweeping everything away and plunging the world into boundless silence.

Then, as the tide receded, the crisscrossing rays of light wove together a brand new world, capturing new anchor points, showcasing the posture of the river of time, freezing time, and reconstructing the world.

Two D30 Towed Howitzer, already assembled and being towed by a truck.

That Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun.

And all the supplies.

Kang De flew to a corner of the warehouse, but found no box of ammunition that had been temporarily placed there among the grass and rocks, which disappointed him. He then shook his head.

That box of ammunition was originally a replica of the one in the White Mist World, a manifestation of a certain point in the state of the original box of ammunition on Earth—a frozen moment in time. Perhaps for this reason, it couldn't be replicated again by the spacetime mechanism of the White Mist World... That's quite a pity.

Otherwise, one howitzer becomes two howitzers, two howitzers become four howitzers, four become eight, eight become sixteen, and so on, and so on, dozens of times, and it will expand to a huge number that would horrify even the five permanent members of the UN Security Council—a story of howitzers arranged on a chessboard.

If we could really do that, we wouldn't have to worry about the White Mist World and the Otherworld causing nations to covet and fanatically pursue them. We could just tell the nations about it, have them grant us a piece of land, fill it with goods, and then copy it dozens of times. Then we could all enter a communist utopian society together.

"... never mind."

Although I was a little disappointed, at least this method still works, doesn't it?

He snapped his fingers, bringing the new product to another world.

The bell was rung twice, three times, and four times.

Five times.

The number of times was carefully limited to five.

Because refreshing the time anchor is not without cost, or rather, the cost is not small. He had already tested it before. The power and might consumed by such force was not the divine power of spacetime, nor Kang De's life force, but the time difference between the White Mist World and Earth, which took one minute each time.

So he only did it five times.

Including the initial attack, there were a total of twelve 122mm howitzers, six Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun, and other machine guns, firearms, rockets, grenade launchers, and anti-ground mines.

Piled up like mountains.

That's about enough.

The main reason is... I feel like I'm getting ripped off.

The initial number is still too small, only two howitzers and one self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. Each replication takes one minute, while if there were a hundred howitzers, replication would probably only take one minute...

Although it was an emergency measure, it was still too wasteful.

After checking the time difference with his watch and other devices, Kang De realized that it had fallen below two hours. He felt a pang of heartache, and his hatred for the elves intensified.

The war reparations must be paid in full this time.

"Is there any way to increase the time...?"

With these thoughts, he returned to the other world. Horus used both his hands and feet to transform into a half-mechanical, half-robot form, deploying grenade launchers everywhere and directing the Sword Saint Cascading Snow and A Xing to help.

At this firing position, all twelve howitzers were lined up, fully prepared for battle. Their thick, long barrels pointed diagonally to the sky, gleaming with a chilling light, and exuding an aura of death.

In addition, several rock golems were moving heavy shells, while other golems slumped into the cockpit of the Shilka River, where the turrets turned and four 23mm cannons were aimed at the sky.

I had previously tried teaching Iron Son how to manipulate alchemical golems, and to my surprise, he actually learned it. Although he wasn't as skilled as Kang De, robots always have an advantage.

Their CPUs are multi-core, far more powerful than the human brain.

"I'm in a real bind, Father," Horus complained in a deep voice. "Maintaining this firing position at full power is already taking up all my energy. Any more artillery, and I won't be able to handle it. As for those alchemical golems, they're not very useful... they're not exactly easy to use."

"I'll figure something out."

Humans, greenskins, alchemical machines, even the creation of new intelligent beings through the secret arts of the Fire Thief... there are many options, but none of them can be resolved immediately.

Looking at the rows of howitzers lined up along the Sword Saint Cascading Snow, it was clear that bigger was better and stronger. This idea was also accepted by the people of the other world. She had become accustomed to Horus and Kang De's "pipes shooting arrows" fighting style during her battles and understood the basic principle that the bigger the pipe, the more powerful it was. Now, several miles away from the elven formation, more than a dozen thick pipes were aimed at the sky, and each shell weighed twenty or thirty kilograms. All these details and signs shocked her.

She had a premonition that her views on war were about to be overturned once again.

"Father, are you going to call for the cannons to fire?"

Over there, the conversation between the father and son reached my ears.

The Sword Saint turned around and saw that Kang De was somewhat tempted, but then seemed to remember something and shook his head.

"Forget it, my legal fiancée is still in some city, I can't call her that, it sounds like a flag—you call her that, anyway you'll never have a wife."

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PS1: Update... Ah, actually I finished writing it around 1 AM, then suddenly discovered a bug, so I had to rework it... Damn, I'm going to sleep now, I can go home on the 12th.