Yuried

The refresh mechanism of the White Mist World is to anchor itself to a specific point in time on Earth, copy and display the state of that moment, and present a mirrored version of Earth.

In other words, after the refresh, the White Mist World will be exactly the same as the Earth at that moment.

While engaged in fierce battle with the powerful elven army, Kang De refreshed the White Mist World to obtain ammunition and supplies, only to find that the ammunition was still there, but the two howitzers and the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun were gone.

This can only prove one thing.

At this moment on Earth, those three heavy weapons had already been deployed.

So he returned as quickly as possible.

A long, piercing alarm blared through the sky, followed by a burst of gunfire in the distance. The Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun- aircraft guns fired at a tempestuous rate, leaving trails of tracer rounds in the sky like Flame river. The roar of the M30 Howitzer also shook the heavens. Clearly, Moyani had been attacked again.

Oh shit.

The signal transmitter in his hand was flashing continuously. He had also made a set for his father in case of any unexpected situation. Kang De looked around Moyani and did not hear any cries or screams, nor did he see any intense flames or thick smoke. The situation did not seem too bad.

He dialed the number, and it was answered immediately. His father's voice came through. "Where have you been!"

Kang De asked, "Where are you?"

"The embassy's underground air-raid shelter— Moyani was attacked!"

"I saw it, I'll go and resolve it now."

Horus was still in the other world helping A Xing and the others clean up the mess. Kang De returned to Earth ahead of schedule. The Himo's Eagle spread its wings and soared into the night sky. Its brilliant golden light and blue wings were clearly visible in the darkness. He could hear cheers and shouts coming from below. Looking down from the sky, he could see that a small number of people were also retreating in an organized manner.

The king said that Moyani had air-raid shelters inherited from World War II. After the daytime attack, he organized the people to take refuge and rest in the fortifications, which was a wise choice.

He called Kirov.

The faint sounds of gunfire could be heard coming from the phone. The Russian shouted, "You finally answered!"

Kang De asked, "You're outside? Why didn't you take shelter in the air-raid shelter?"

"In these delicate and awkward times, I think it's best for me and my men to keep our distance from your father!" Kirov replied. "Besides, I always need to demonstrate my worth and sincerity!"

Kang De, riding a giant eagle soaring through the sky, asked in a deep voice, "Is the enemy Little Bob?"

Kirov hesitated before replying, "I think so."

This was almost predictable.

In Comora, given the current situation, the only forces capable of launching an attack are either Little Bob's mercenary army or the France overseas bases located nearby.

Then it must be the former.

Even if France is considered a powerful nation, it is still the only global military superpower besides the United States. If the France were to launch an attack, with Comora's weak defenses and only a few dozen mercenaries, they would probably be wiped out in minutes.

That leaves only Little Bob.

Kang De coldly replied, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Having rescued his father, settled Moyani, and dealt with the interdimensional war, Kant was already too busy to pursue Little Bob. In other words, if Bob managed to escape back to France, Kang De wouldn't have time to bother him or hunt him down immediately; he'd have to settle everything on both sides first. But unexpectedly, Bob not only didn't escape, but also seemed to think he could turn the tables?

Following Kirov's report, Kang De landed at the Moyani military command post, which was being used as a temporary command center by the mercenaries.

The guards had already spotted the giant eagle descending from the sky and immediately saluted. The two men were Black, local civilians with military skills who had been temporarily recruited today. They might be former civil servants or veterans. Today's events had increased the people's sense of unity.

He nodded slightly, then entered and, led by a mercenary from Northern Myanmar, arrived at the police station's conference room. Besides Kirov, King Chakat was also present, along with several temporary officials.

"Your Majesty," Kang De said as he entered, "You should go to the air-raid shelter."

Chakat II laughed and said, "Don't worry, my friend. A king's life is precious, but not invincible. There is only one situation in which a king will live at any cost: when his country, his throne, and his subjects have no one left to entrust with his life—and that has now come to be."

He stepped forward and embraced Kang De, smiling, "While you were asleep, I invited your father, Master He, diplomats from France and the United States, and all the people of Moyani. I asked them to be witnesses and to make a will stating that if anything happens to me, you will be the new king of Comora."

Kang De frowned and said, "... What the hell?"

Chakat II laughed heartily at those around him, "What did I tell you? He might not be willing."

He gently patted Kang De on the shoulder, and in that moment, whispered in Kang De's ear, "Although responsibility is greater than power, you do need it, don't you?"

Kang De glanced at him sideways. "So if you die mysteriously, I'll become the prime suspect?"

"You will become king too." The black man blinked. "So you will protect me, and those countries that don't want you to be king, those that don't want Comora to completely side with China, will protect me."

This guy...

"Alright, let me give you a general overview."

Before Kang De could speak, the King pointed out the window. "About ten minutes ago, the sentries I dispatched around the city reported the approach of an unidentified armed convoy. Your Russia friends' team intercepted and attempted to intercept them, but were met with gunfire, which escalated into a battle..."

Kang De asked, "Were there any casualties?"

"Not yet, only ten minutes have passed," Kirov interjected. "Dimitri's plan is a combination of deterrence and defense, then he'll contact you and wait for you to return before dealing with them. He said that Moyani currently has too few available defensive personnel and cannot easily launch an attack, lest they fall into a trap or be diverted and tied down. After all, it's night fighting, and we don't know what the enemy's tactical objectives are, nor how many of them they have."

He was a little uneasy as he explained this.

After all, the idea that "we, the former elite Russian troops, with our well-equipped self-propelled anti-aircraft guns and howitzers, are just sitting here motionless, waiting for Kang De to come and wipe them all out" sounds incredibly lazy.

Especially since they've got a new boss, who's somewhat resistant and wary of them...

"A wise choice." Kang De nodded. "So what are they doing now?"

"Just like you heard, howitzers were constantly being moved around the city by trucks, stopping every now and then to fire a shot to deter the enemy from attacking, while the Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun patrolled along the main road of Moyani."

"--I forgot to tell you, this self-propelled anti-aircraft gun is a special version made for the Afghanistan War. All the radar equipment has been removed, night vision devices have been installed, and the ammunition capacity has been increased, making it suitable for night patrols and rapid suppression attacks. This is a valuable experience of the great Soviet in Afghanistan!"

It is still a wise choice.

Modern warfare is information warfare, characterized by reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, rapid response and beyond-visual-range strikes, and the principle of "detect and destroy, be detected and die." In this fast-paced offense and defense, mobility and stealth are highly valued, and the tactical concept of "hit and run" has been widely adopted.

Whether it's support artillery or long-range rocket artillery, they basically just go to a designated location, blast the ground like crazy, and then run away. It's very exciting, just like what the Russia are doing now. They use tow trucks to tow howitzers, constantly changing positions and firing continuously. This not only gives the enemy who is preparing to attack a great psychological deterrent and firepower suppression, but also reduces the possibility of encountering counterattacks.

In fact, towed artillery is already somewhat outdated. Vehicle-mounted howitzers, a new type of artillery suppression weapon system, are trending towards replacing tracked self-propelled artillery... Unfortunately, such good equipment is hard to obtain now. But then again, the other world doesn't need such advanced information-based weapons.

If we could order weapons from the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, then...

Go all out! Rockets! Just rockets! Vertical launch systems? No! Positioning systems? No! Remote control? No high-tech stuff! Give me a giant firework! I just want a firework! Not even crystals! A few precision strikes, and I'll clean up the mess.

That's it.

Many of Earth's current advanced weapons rely too heavily on technological support such as satellite systems. If taken to another world, they would either be unusable or a huge waste.

As Kang De pondered this, he asked, "What was the effect?"

"... Not very good."

Kirov looked bewildered. "The enemy wasn't stopped by the firepower; instead, they accelerated their assault on the city, being annihilated by the crossfire, refusing to retreat an inch. Dimitri called in long-range artillery fire, and even as friendly forces were blown to bits, the other enemy troops continued their attack without flinching..."

Kang De frowned.

"The more they do this, the more uneasy Dimitri becomes, fearing that this is just a diversionary attack and that the real enemy will launch a surprise attack from an unexpected angle. The Myanmar are responsible for mobile patrols, and the National Guard temporarily conscripted by the King is also conducting sentry duty and searches. We haven't found any other enemies so far..."

This is how the Russians explained it.

And they were equally puzzled and confused.

"They're France, after all..."

Anything that seems out of the ordinary is suspicious.

Kang De thought for a moment and said, "I'll go see what's going on— Kirov, get Dimitri to cease fire, or I'll get blown up by bullets and shells from behind."

After he finished speaking, a flash of black light appeared, and Kang De vanished from the spot. Even though they had witnessed it many times before, everyone present was still amazed by the scene. Hundreds of years of science and thousands of years of imagination had appeared before the world so casually... Was this just an isolated case? What will happen in the future?

Neither knows.

After all, people only live in the present.

The Himo's Eagle across the sky and arrived at the forward positions built by the Russians. To the east of the city, in the temporary bunkers made of sandbags, Dimitri observed the movements ahead with night vision goggles. He had already ordered a ceasefire, but amidst the smoke and dust raised by artillery shells and rockets, the rumbling of vehicles still sped toward them.

Those enemies seemed to have gained boundless courage from somewhere, and were fearless in the face of death.

The Russians heard the wind in the sky.

In an instant, a fierce wind arose, gathering into a tornado that dispersed the distant smoke and dust. Starlight fell from the sky, and Illumination Spell cleared away the darkness, turning the night into day, illuminating the wreckage, craters, corpses, surviving enemies, and the people riding giant eagles.

Dimitri tossed the night vision goggles aside and cursed, "... This is fucking awful."

Night vision goggles aren't like those game devices where you can just press a button and wear them anytime for crystal-clear vision—the user experience is terrible, and they're extremely damaging to even the most discerning eyes.

Witnessing superhumans in battle is a rare opportunity, and the Russians quickly pulled out their binoculars. Whether out of curiosity or to report to their country, they didn't want to miss what they were seeing.

Summon the Defender Mechanism anti-material rifles for headshots, unleash powerful attacks with Dou Qi, and provide magical support.

The enemy was just an armed convoy. Using India tactics, they leaned out of the car windows to fire, making it far easier than rescuing hostages from the convoy during the day. After all, this time there was no need to rescue anyone, so there were simply too many ways to blow up these scumbags...

But soon, Kang De discovered a problem.

This is way too easy.

During the daytime rescue of Myanmar from a mercenary convoy, the enemy's elite military skills posed some challenges, including the crossfire and coordinated shooting of the vehicle-mounted machine gunners, their reaction speed, the coordination between the driver and the gunner, and the reaction speed of the combat personnel inside the vehicle. Although none of them were a match for Kang De, they did demonstrate a combat capability that could be described as elite.

If it weren't for the unprecedented alchemical golems smuggled from another world, leaving these mercenaries unsure how to deal with them, rescuing all the hostages unharmed from their clutches would probably not have been so easy.

By comparison, these people tonight... they're delicious.

That's strange.

The problem with this team is their clumsy movements, slow reaction time, inaccurate shooting, and poor driving skills; all they do is floor the gas pedal and speed away. The machine gunner on the vehicle is just firing blindly.

The strange thing is that, despite being a bunch of noobs, looking like a poorly trained rabble, they were all fearless and undaunted. Even when their comrades were being torn apart and killed nearby, they showed no emotion and continued to bravely move forward—it was like they were players who could resurrect infinitely.

Hey player, where's your mom? What happened to the white light and the disappearance of the corpse? Will this game even pass censorship?

Kang De darted to the side of an SUV, reached out and pulled open the door, dragging the driver out. The man screamed and pulled out a pistol, trying to shoot, but Kang De had already broken his wrist. The two men stared at each other, the other's face inches away, his eyes and expression only showing a dull madness.

And he was Black.

The remaining convoy had an excessively high number of Black people...

"This appearance..."

Kang De observed intently as the other man struggled violently, making hoarse noises, and even forcibly twisted his other arm. The violent movement caused his identification to fall out of his pocket. Kang De glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and his expression changed drastically—these people didn't seem to be Little Bob's mercenaries!

At least most of them aren't!

"Holy crap..."

With his left hand holding a cell phone and his other hand gripping a heavy machine gun, Kang De riddled the remaining two cars with bullets, then dialed a number. "New situation, new situation, the people who came seem to be Gambia soldiers..."

Chakat II asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"I saw his identification, though I couldn't understand it, but I've seen similar ones before," Kang De said. "But that's not the point. The point is that these people are clearly not normal—they seem to have been manipulated by Yuri."

The king seemed to have never played Red Alert and didn't understand the reference. He asked blankly, "What does that mean?"

"That is..."

Before he could explain, he heard Dimitri shout through a megaphone from the direction of the city, "Over there! Over there! Over there! Look!"

Kang De looked up.

"Oh... fuck."

Dust billowed in the distance, and the roar of engines echoed as they swept across the desolate Gobi Desert.

A large group of drivers with their high beams on floored the accelerator and roared toward them, their lights dazzlingly bright.

They were all civilian vehicles.

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PS1: Update... I'm so pissed off! I asked the property management today and found out that the person upstairs is a Taobao photographer. They're still dragging furniture and thumping around at 1 or 2 AM. Damn it, I couldn't sleep at 1 or 2 AM because of the noise, and then at 8:30 AM this morning, a hammer drill downstairs woke me up. Damn it.