The depths of imperialism

Howitzer.

The D-30 122 mm Howitzer has a maximum range of 18,000m, a muzzle velocity of 690m/s, and a projectile weight of 22.4kg. It's generously sponsored by Russia and includes free shipping—airdropped right to your door.

The 4,785 mm long cannon barrel was aimed at the Dassault Falcon utility aircraft as it climbed.

Starting today, Kang De is also someone who can masturbate.

The cannon appeared high in the sky at an angle downwards. Due to gravity, the gun mount was heavy, and the muzzle rose on its own. In the blink of an eye, it aligned with the plane climbing uphill. In a flash, Kang De's mental power was fully activated, accelerating time, and he seized this brief moment.

Pull the fuse.

A deafening roar resounded.

The 3.2-ton howitzer roared high in the sky.

This is probably the first time in the history of artillery that a towed howitzer has been fired in free fall, with the target being a high-speed general aviation aircraft.

Such an operation is absolutely astonishing and must be unprecedented.

--Of course, this doesn't apply to games. In some games, players can use a sniper rifle to shoot down the pilot of an oncoming supersonic fighter jet after parachuting, kill the pilot, and then quickly take over the fighter jet. If you're feeling fancy, you can even take over the pilot's personal equipment.

The fierce flames, the roaring air currents, and the violent smoke and dust were instantly dispersed by the gale, but the howitzer shells fired from the barrel went straight ahead, like sharp arrows piercing the sky, heading towards the poor plane.

The instant he pulled the fuse, Kang De was teleported back to the White Mist World. High in the air, without the ground to absorb the recoil, he didn't want to be splattered in the face by a 3.2-ton cannon.

The next moment, he reappeared.

The Feather Fall was activated, causing the howitzer to rapidly become lighter. Kang De lifted it up, his feet resting on a giant eagle, his Arcane wind wings vibrating as he rode the wind, like the Heavenly King who held the Pagoda.

Without a trace of pity in his eyes, he stared at the thief who had committed the evil deed, and watched his end.

You got off easy, damn it.

Fixed-wing aircraft are not known for their defensive capabilities. Even if a B-2 bomber, worth more than its weight in gold, were hit by a howitzer shell, it would still be bombed. How much more so a general aviation aircraft from Dassault Falcon.

The shell missed slightly, hitting the aircraft to the right of the nose, and crashed directly into the aircraft's interior. The shell exploded instantly, flashing brightly in a moment.

Intense Flame and raging blast waves destroyed the fuselage inch by inch, igniting the fuel. The fire spread, and the explosions occurred in seconds. The plane exploded section by section, the wings folded, the engines detached, and flames shot from the nose to the tail and then leaked out from the side windows.

Glass, metal, plastic, fabric... Black smoke billowed with the flames, debris and fragments were thrown in all directions, and the comet-like tail of Flame still lingered.

The burning aircraft frame lost power, broke in several places, and plummeted rapidly downwards.

It was like a Flame downpour of flames.

To illuminate the darkness of the night.

Kang De remained expressionless, flashing back into the White Mist World. He set up the grenade launcher, then returned, piloting his giant eagle to chase after the burning, crashing plane. Electricity crackled at his fingertips as he activated a spell scroll, unleashing bolts of lightning that roared down towards the plane. Under such an explosion and impact, there was no chance of survival for anyone inside. But Kang De was used to finishing off the culprit; who knew what other tricks that Comora artifact might have up its sleeve?

The flames were fierce, and the smoke was thick. The giant eagle flew through the flames and smoke. Kang De deployed his Atmospheric Aegis with his wrist guards to block the flying debris. He smelled a familiar scent, the smell of burning flesh and blood. With one shot, the people on the plane would probably be blown to pieces on the spot, and their bodies would be unrecognizable.

He still hasn't seen him—it seems Little Bob is indeed dead.

The giant eagle flapped its wings, circling the falling debris of the plane like a meteor shower. Little Bob might be smashed to pieces, but at this point, the life or death of the France mercenary leader was no longer the most important thing.

Most importantly, there are the people he controls, and that sinister mind controller...

What happened to that relic of the Comora kings?

Was it blown to pieces? Or is it intact?

These all need to be confirmed with my own eyes.

The fiery streaks illuminated the night sky, and large chunks of burning aircraft debris continued to fall, crashing against the desolate Gobi Desert with deafening roars. The flames raged, continuing to burn even after reaching the ground, like a rain of metal. Kang De landed on the ground, and the Gobi Desert transformed into a sea of fire, within which he strolled leisurely.

The phone started buzzing and vibrating.

Kang De answered the phone, Kirov excitedly shouted, "Ceasefire! The France have stopped fighting! They're all dumbfounded! Most importantly, we filmed it! We filmed the French shelling the civilian areas of the undefended city! I'm going to broadcast this cotton-smelling video to the whole world!"

"Let all the black people in the world, especially the black nations of Africa, see how the Holy Fifth Republic of Fr*nce protects their Africa colonies! Oh no, it should be the Third Empire of Fr*nce, screw the republic, hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed wildly for a while before realizing he should get down to business.

"Oh, sorry, brother, I'm just too happy. Let's see how the France get out of this—and all the residents are in the air-raid shelters. The 105mm semi-automatic cannon of the AMX-10RC Armored Car won't pose any threat to them. We'll submit a copy of all the videos and photos we've taken to your country..."

As he said this, his voice lowered, becoming mysterious.

"And how did you do that? I heard phone calls from all over the place; the riots stopped almost instantly. People were terrified and didn't know what was happening..."

Kang De knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

He took out his phone, took a picture, and then sent it to the Russian via WeChat.

"When I arrived, Little Bob had already boarded a plane and was about to escape. I only had one chance, and capturing him alive was impossible, so I had no choice but to shoot the plane down."

The two communicated via satellite phone and exchanged pictures using their respective mobile phones without any conflict. The Russian man exclaimed in surprise, "I see! Was it because Little Bob was killed that the control was lifted? What about the king's relic? Brother, I don't mean to interfere with your thoughts, but this kind of thing is very sensitive..."

"I know, I'll try to look," Kang De said. "Perhaps it's been blown to pieces."

"This is getting a bit troublesome..."

The Russian couldn't help but smile wryly.

But he couldn't say much more. His position was somewhat awkward, and a slight reminder was already the limit. Any further words could cause problems. Kirov was a shrewd man and wouldn't say such a thing.

Anyway, this is not something he is qualified to get involved in.

"It's quite troublesome, but let's try our best to find it, even if it's just a fragment."

Immediately after the call ended, the King called.

"Kang De... Oh... friend, brother, how can I say this? We... we owe you so much... For such a long, long time, no one has shown such kindness to our country... God, how can we repay this debt... Oh God, so many have survived, I..."

His sentences were jumbled and his accent was not very standard, which made it very strange.

But that's what makes it seem sincere.

Kang De smiled and said, "Go and appease your people; you have more important things to do."

"No, your affairs are the most important."

The king took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "That object retrieved from the ancestral tomb should not exist in the human world. It's best to destroy it. What are your plans? To hand it over to your country? I can help you. Theoretically, this object is the legitimate property of the Comora royal family. I can declare..."

Kang De interrupted him, "We have to find it first."

"Um?"

"Little Bob managed to escape by plane. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to catch him and would be letting him go free, so I had no choice but to shoot the plane down. And wanting to be on the safe side, I chose the most thorough method..."

Kang De said, "That is to say, the entire plane was blown up and then crashed, leaving debris everywhere..."

Was anyone injured?

No, I've already seen it.

The king was silent for a moment, then sighed, "It's better to find it, even if it's just a fragment. I believe in you, your father believes in you, your country believes in you, but the white people won't believe you."

"Um."

Even so, Kang De looked at the vast expanse of fire, with tiny fragments constantly falling and flying everywhere. It was fortunate that the wondrous object his father had described as a golden ball hadn't been shattered; if it had been, how could he possibly find those fragments amidst such a grand spectacle?

He spread his mental energy, trying to find the strange object, but the matter in this area was too chaotic, and even the Power of the Fire Thief couldn't do anything about it. If he really wanted to search carefully, he didn't know how long it would take.

Kang De only glanced around briefly, barely managing to locate the nose and cockpit. He could see fragments of some suitcases and briefcases, but they had been completely blown to pieces, and the contents inside were nowhere to be found. In addition, he could find some mangled limbs, which had been mostly burned.

So, where do we begin our search?

... Damn it, what a load of crap.

Let's talk about it later.

Time is of the essence; there's no time for embroidery here. The Battle of Danfeng Lucerne is just around the corner.

Prioritizing, the otherworldly realm is now the best option.

Only now did he belatedly realize that he had already dismantled the French military base, meaning that a large amount of military supplies and weapons had been buried inside. The thought of this made him feel a pang of heartache.

These all belong to the Kang Family!

No, we need to provide humanitarian aid.

Thinking of this, he said, "There are two things."

The king immediately said, "Speak."

"First, after I chased Little Bob into the French military base, I encountered a fierce artillery attack. At that critical moment, your ancestral kings of Comora appeared and caused a major earthquake at the military base, buying me time... In other words, the French troops under control are probably back to normal now, perhaps barely clinging to life in collapsed buildings and overturned armored vehicles."

Chakat II didn't believe in ancestral apparitions, but this was just a minor detail.

He pondered for a moment and replied, "Well done. I was just worried about what to do with the French troops outside Moyani. It's time to be firm. Their actions are tantamount to a declaration of war. Considering the Franco-Colombian friendship, I believe this was an accident. As long as they surrender immediately and hand over all their weapons and equipment, keeping only their vehicles, I will allow them to return to rescue their comrades and provide them with necessary assistance."

Kang De asked with delight, "What do you plan to do with this batch of weapons?"

"These are all your spoils. If you like, I can just send them to the logistics station you just bought. But I still need to ask you to lend us some; we need weapons."

"No problem, you take them down first—don't you need my help?"

Anyway, the king will probably only want light weapons and transport vehicles. As for missiles and artillery, even if they are given to the temporarily conscripted Comora militia, they won't use them.

"There's no need. What's needed to force them to surrender is diplomatic rhetoric and political maneuvering, not military intimidation. The France are in a very passive position this time. Although Little Bob is dead, the various records, photos, and videos cannot be faked. They must be eager to extricate themselves, and it will be difficult for them to obtain NATO support."

Chakat II spoke in a calm tone; the topic now was the king's work.

"All we need to do is adopt a tough stance, then mediate and issue an ultimatum through the France embassy, telling them that unless the troops attacking Moyani surrender immediately, Comora will immediately respond with force. Even though we are weaker than the France invaders, the Comora People's determination to pursue justice and freedom is unwavering. For their homeland and compatriots, they will fight the evil France enemy to the last man."

"Let's see what they choose."

He sneered, "It's perfect timing that the base has collapsed; this time, we'll wipe the France out of Comora completely."

"Awesome."

Kang De gave a compliment, boarded the giant eagle, and soared into the air, flying towards the military base.

I left in a hurry tonight, only focused on visiting other people's homes, and didn't remember to take anything with me.

This is the case at France military bases, and it's the same at the airport.

We need to see what good things the foreigner has at home.

Little Bob is dead, the crisis in Comora is over, now we can focus on the other world.

Before A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow arrive in Danfeng Lucerne, Kang De will have a considerable amount of time to prepare his final firepower due to the time difference between the two worlds.

Let's see what good stuff we can get from the France.

Looking at the time, it seems there's still time. Should we ask the Russians for some more, and have them airdrop some more weapons and equipment? As for the reasons, those are readily available.

Self-defense, self-defense.

As for how France should deal with this major blunder, how Comora should reclaim lost territory and counterattack Gambia, the subsequent problems caused by the mind control device, the power struggle among major nations, the resolution of this matter, and Kang De's plan to temporarily avoid the limelight in Africa and cultivate military strength, all of these will have to take a backseat.

"The base's warehouse, the base's warehouse, the base's warehouse..."

Evil imperialist countries, you must be hiding things that shouldn't be there.

Kang De had never wished so much that the bottom line of these Western imperialist powers could be lowered even further.

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PS1: Besides masturbation, what other ways are there to relieve stress?