Ancient One's Arrival

Rumble... Rumble...

Evenson no longer needed binoculars or scouting spells like Kilrogg's Eye. With his naked eye alone, he could see the billowing smoke blotting out the sky and flames soaring into the heavens in the distance. The powerful shockwaves made the ground tremble without cease; even where he stood, the soles of his feet had already gone slightly numb from the vibrations.

By the time General Sheffield came to his senses, it was already too late to give the order to stop. He knew those three artillery battalions were equipped with 155mm self-propelled howitzers. At a firing rate of ten rounds per minute, a simultaneous barrage from three artillery positions had probably already dumped over a hundred shells onto that place.

Thank goodness they were not 76mm rapid-fire guns. Otherwise, at three hundred rounds per minute, the outcome would have been especially entertaining.

"Good Lord..." Evenson kept exclaiming with a grin. "Conventional shells, high-explosive shells, thermobaric bombs, napalm bombs! What exactly are you trying to do?" He turned to General Sheffield, whose face was full of misery. "If this weren't a war in your own backyard, would you be preparing nuclear shells too?"

"This is the second time, isn't it?" Seeing that Sheffield merely opened and closed his mouth without answering, Evenson gave a wry smile. "Last time, Thor came to help Earth repel the Chitauri invasion, and after the battle he nearly got hit with a Nuclear Bomb. Now he's helping Earth fend off aliens again, and this time, before the fight even began, he got drowned in friendly artillery fire."

Evenson pointed at Sheffield. "If I were an Asgardian, I'd never let this go!"

Under normal circumstances, if someone pointed a finger in his face, General Sheffield would certainly berate them for such rude behavior. But right