The recruits, who had been a little nervous, gradually broke into lecherous grins when they heard their captain's words.
"Captain! Would your wife agree to that?"
"???"
"Shut up! I meant one wife for each of our single brothers!" Menggu roared, left rather speechless by his idiot teammates.
He began to harbor a sliver of doubt about whether his upcoming plan could succeed!
"Captain! You're my own flesh-and-blood brother! Just say the word! What do we do?"
"Captain! We'll go through boiling water and raging fire for you!"
Menggu rattled off his plan to his men. The noisy radio channel fell utterly silent.
Menggu thought they had been frightened into silence, but it turned out his teammates were thrilled!
"Let's do it!"
"Go big! Get it done quick!"
"Win, and we get wives! Lose, and we lie in coffins!"
While the other formations attacked, two formations climbed straight into the sky, passing 3,000 meters, then 5,000, until they reached the helicopters' maximum altitude of 6,000 meters.
The other eight formations were somewhat surprised, but paid little attention and kept firing at the army below.
Bullets rained down into the elf army, cutting them down like a scythe through grass. The battlefield became a hellscape.
The Elf Race below could do nothing. The elf archers did not even have the courage to raise their heads, aim at the enemy, and loose their arrows.
Besides, the distance was simply too great.
Some elf mages mustered their courage and used wind magic to take flight, hoping to attack the enemy overhead. Once airborne, they became living targets.
Some mages also cast Wind Wall to defend themselves. It did have some effect, but there were far too few mages to protect the entire army.
Bullets struck the wind walls like hail, stirring ripples across them. Several missiles exploded against the barriers, and after a while, the wind walls vanished as their energy ran out.
The Elf King's position was heavily defended. A large number of mages cast multiple layers of wind walls around him. Despite the storm of bullets, not a single round could penetrate them.
The formations overhead spotted the Immortal Race amid the army and began concentrating their fire on them. Missiles poured out as though they cost nothing, their infrared guidance activated as they hurtled straight toward the immortals.
The Immortal Race Disciples hiding in the elf army could no longer endure the situation. Bullets wounded them, and missiles had even killed dozens of their number.
Looking at the helicopters overhead, they finally lost all patience. They spread their wings and took to the sky, flying swiftly toward the nearest helicopters.
They could also see the helicopter formations at 6,000 meters, but could do nothing about them. They would deal with the nearest enemies first!
Another group of immortals flew straight toward the dwarf army with a clear objective: destroy these strategic weapons.
These immortals were all in the Qi Refining Realm. They had comprehended skills suited to their own abilities and could already project true qi outside their bodies, though its power was limited. Their main strength still lay in their physiques, which could exert more than 2,000 jin of force.
Yet they were still flesh and blood, unable to stop bullets. As the rounds flew toward them, they tried to defend themselves with true qi. It reduced the damage, but they were still struck and bled.
The immortals dodged through the air, but it was no use. The enemy's firepower was too overwhelming, and dense volleys of bullets sealed off every route forward.
Worst of all were the enemy missiles. Why did those things have tracking capabilities??
The Immortal Race Disciples attempting to charge the dwarf army fared no better. They became living targets in the sky, shot at like birdmen.
Furious but helpless, they fled into the distance in panic. Seeing this, the helicopter formations locked their missiles onto them.
When dozens of fleeing immortals saw the missiles behind them, they were nearly frightened out of their souls. They hurriedly darted up and down, trying to evade them.
Unfortunately, these missiles all had infrared guidance and had already locked on, pursuing them through the air no matter how they moved.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was like firing cannons at mosquitoes. They plummeted straight down, and not a single immortal escaped.
After a while, all eight helicopter formations had exhausted their ammunition. They climbed higher and dumped the bombs and Resentment Potions aboard their helicopters like splashing water.
Seeing the enemy finally fly back, the surviving elves collapsed onto the ground. They had just endured a battle more terrifying than the Undead Calamity.
High in the sky, Mengqi's formation was dumbfounded. Seeing that all the immortals had been wiped out, he wanted to cry but had no tears. That was all my work!
Brother! You stole my kills!
Just then, something even more astonishing happened.
Menggu had led his formation high into the sky, enduring the cold as they waited for their opportunity.
The mages around the Elf King had been casting wind walls nonstop and were already exhausted. Seeing the helicopters leave, they panted heavily and stopped casting.
"Brothers! Here's our chance! No gunfire this time. Dive toward the Elf King below. Once we're within the missiles' precision-guidance range, fire a volley together, then immediately climb back into the sky and await orders! Understood?" Menggu rubbed his hands and looked toward the Elf King below, revealing a cruel smile.
The battalion commander's position is mine and mine alone!
"Brothers! Time to get ourselves wives! Charge!"
"Listen to my command! Everyone, count three seconds silently and fire one missile. Fire once every three seconds!"
A thousand helicopters instantly plunged from 6,000 meters, descending at tremendous speed like divine warriors from the heavens.
At that moment, an elf archer in the distance suddenly pointed at the sky above the Elf King and cried out in terror, "Oh no! Our king!"
Many wind elves looked up and witnessed a scene they would never forget. A thousand helicopters dove from the sky, and nearly 4,000 missiles streaked toward their Elf King, trailing sparks.
"Your Majesty!"
"Look out!"
The surrounding mages saw the missiles screaming down from the sky and hastily tried to cast wind walls, only to discover that they lacked even the strength to stand.
A few wind walls did overlap above the Elf King, but they were utterly useless. Dozens of missiles struck them and exploded, making the barriers vanish.
The remaining missiles continued toward the Elf King. Layer after layer of wind walls was pierced, leaving the missiles hurtling straight at him.
The Elf King looked at his people with a bitter smile. This, too, was a kind of release.
He patted the Golden-Horned Eagle Beast beneath him, urging it to dissolve their contract and vanish!
Instead, the Golden-Horned Eagle Beast roared and used the last of its strength to carry its master into the distance.
Thousands of missiles pursued them. No matter how hard the beast tried, it could not shake them off.
With a tremendous explosion, Menggu killed the Wind Elf King.
The elf army stopped attacking. As though resigned to their fate, they ceased moving and stood blankly in place, letting tears stream down their cheeks.
Bai Qi saw everything clearly through the satellite feed. This dwarf formation had employed sound tactics and achieved impressive results. Its commander was a talented man.
He felt no pity for the Elf King's fate and immediately ordered the Dwarf Race army's 50,000-strong vanguard to advance and capture the wind elves, who had lost all will to fight.
At the same time, he ordered the dwarf helicopter troops to sortie again and watch the Elf Race from above, killing anyone who resisted on the spot.
The two elf armies in the distance had witnessed the entire battle. Watching masses of dwarves escort the wind elves into the world beyond the Star Gate, they were filled with sorrow, yet could do nothing. Such was their fate.
They had already experienced this once. They had never expected it to happen again. Staring despairingly at the distant dwarves, they lost all will to fight.
They had always loved peace, yet they had been reduced to this. Was weakness itself the original sin?