Yes! Push straight ahead!
Orochimaru's voice cracked, emitting a hoarse response.
He pressed the brass switch on the mobile phone and casually swept the iron brick to the edge of the control panel.
The air conditioning in the underground command post was blowing erratically.
Orochimaru tilted his head back. His thin Adam's apple bobbed violently.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A chilling burst of maniacal laughter forced from his throat. The laughter echoed against the surrounding steel walls, making a buzzing sound.
His narrow, yellowish eyes were bloodshot with excitement.
Orochimaru suddenly turned around. The hem of his white coat swung around like a rag.
He raised his hands high, his ten fingers curled into claws.
It slammed hard into the center of the control panel.
There was a giant red button there, about the size of a washbasin.
The transparent anti-accidental-touch cover on the outer casing had already been lifted.
"Bang!"
He slammed his palms down hard, pressing the red-painted button firmly to the bottom.
"Waaaaah--!"
The piercing air raid siren blared instantly over Konoha.
The long siren ripped through the sweltering heat of the summer night.
A loudspeaker hangs on a chimney tens of meters high, and the sound can be heard for tens of kilometers.
The civilians who were still awake on the street covered their ears; the vibrations made their eardrums ache.
No one was running around in the streets. Several workers stood by the roadside with their lunchboxes, looking towards the village entrance.
The main gate of Konoha.
Those two large wooden doors were long ago dismantled and used as firewood.
It is now a ten-meter-thick manganese steel city wall.
Inside the city walls, heavy hydraulic pumps frantically extracted Chakra, their motors emitting deafening roars.
"Boom!"
The earth began to tremble.
Two steel gates, each weighing over a hundred tons, swung open to both sides with a loud thud as they slid along underground tracks.
Rust and dirt fell down with the vibrations.
The friction of the tracks sent up a trail of orange sparks.
The door opened, revealing a bottomless underground hangar behind it.
The hangar is so huge it looks like half a mountain has been hollowed out.
Rows of high-pressure sodium lamps lit up from above, casting a stark white light on the metal surface below.
It's all cars.
Hundreds and thousands of heavy Chakra were lined up neatly.
The armor was a dark green, thick layer. The tracks were as tall as a person.
"Ignition!"
A harsh command came from the loudspeaker.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Countless high-pressure engines started up simultaneously.
The exhaust pipe spewed out thick black smoke, mixed with the stench of Chakra exhaust.
The air inside the hangar instantly became scorching hot.
The smell of diesel and heavy engine oil was so strong it made it hard to open your eyes.
Kagami Uchiha was wearing a black tactical vest.
He grabbed the steel handle of a heavy armored vehicle with one hand and flipped onto the roof.
The soles of the boots made a crisp metallic sound as they stepped on the anti-slip steel plate.
" Urban Management Brigade! Everyone get on the bus!"
Jing yelled at the top of his lungs and slammed the turret hard with the short knife in his hand.
It rings.
Hundreds of Uchiha ninjas swarmed forward from all sides.
They didn't bring Kunai or Shuriken.
Everyone carried a heavy Chakra rifle and had fragmentation grenades hanging from their waists.
They nimbly slipped into the firing ports and driver's compartment of the armored vehicle.
Inside the vehicle, red tactical lights illuminated.
The Uchiha pilot gripped the cold, hard control stick.
A change occurred in pairs of black eyes.
Red sclera, black Tomoe. Sharingan fully activated.
They stared intently at the numbers flashing on the dashboard.
Step on the gas pedal all the way down.
"Crackling." The tracks rolled over the concrete floor of the hangar.
Dozens of armored vehicles were the first to charge out of the formation.
On the other side.
A dozen or so boxy, heavy radar vehicles were sandwiched in the middle of the formation.
The satellite dish antenna on the roof of the car rotated slowly.
Inside the radar vehicle, there were no regular observation soldiers.
The branch family ninjas of the Hyuga Clan sat in a row in front of the screen.
He was wearing a helmet covered in electrical wires.
" Byakugan! Open them!"
The Hyūga ninjas shouted in unison.
The veins around his eyes were bulging.
The pure white pupils pierced through the vehicle's armor, directly connecting to the detection array on the roof.
The terrain, heat source, Chakra fluctuations within a radius of fifty kilometers.
They all turned into clear green dots, crashing into their optic nerves.
"Left flank safe. No ambushes 30 kilometers ahead."
The observer pressed the throat microphone, his voice as steady as a machine.
"Go ahead."
The commander of the Anbu team in the command vehicle gave the order.
At the hangar entrance.
A torrent of steel surged out of Konoha like a floodgate being opened.
At the very front is a heavy tank equipped with a bulldozer blade.
The tracks relentlessly crushed the stones on the ground.
They rolled over the woods outside Konoha that had once served as a hiding place.
A pine tree as thick as two people was hit head-on by a tank and snapped at the Root with a "crack".
The tree canopy struck the tank's armor, but didn't even leave a dent. It was simply caught in the tracks and pulled into the chassis, shredded into a pile of wood chips.
One after another.
Multi-barreled Explosive Tag rocket launcher vehicle. Heavy Chakra hovering troop carrier.
The steel behemoths lined up in a long dragon, one after the other.
The roar of the engines combined, even shaking the dark clouds in the sky apart.
The ground was shaking violently. Birds and beasts along the way were so frightened that they lay flat on the ground, defecating and urinating indiscriminately.
It's a suffocating sense of oppression.
The traditional model of the Shinobi World War.
They formed groups of several people, hiding in trees to throw Shuriken and Hand Seals to release fireballs.
It was declared dead at this moment, becoming a completely obsolete spectacle.
The massive industrial war machine revealed its oil-stained fangs.
An overwhelming force of violence is advancing towards the Land of Wind.
The border of the Land of Wind.
A continuous stretch of yellow sand dunes.
Hot winds swirled fine sand, rustling as it struck the rocks.
A sentry from Sunagakure lies prone atop a sand dune.
He was covered with a camouflage cloth the same color as the sand.
He had a dry, yellow blade of grass dangling from his mouth, chewing it listlessly.
"When will this ever end?"
He spat out a mouthful of dry skin and muttered under his breath.
The Sunagakure had just been purged of poisonous gas, and the village was filled with smoke and fumes.
Those sent to the border had no choice but to eat sand to survive.
Sudden.
The sentry felt a tightness in his chest.
A rhythmic, slight tremor came from her belly, which was lying on the sand.
"Rumble. Rumble. Rumble."
The sound was soft, but deep.
It felt like something was pounding deep within the earth's crust.
The sentry frowned.
He pressed his ear firmly against the scorching sand.
The vibrations became increasingly stronger.
The fine sand on the surface of the dunes began to slide down, forming small sand waterfalls.
"Earthquake?"
The sentry got up and brushed the sand off his body.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old monocular telescope.
The copper tube was covered in green rust from the sweat.
He opened his binoculars.
Bring it close to your right eye, aiming at the horizon of the Land of Fire in the east.
The first thing that came into view was a vast, yellowish-brown wasteland.
Then, he saw dust rising.
The sky was filled with gray-black dust, like a thick wall connecting heaven and earth.
It blocked out the sun in the east.
The sentry held his breath. His palms began to sweat.
He rotated the lens barrel and adjusted the focus.
My gaze pierced through the layer of dust.
The instant the image became clear.
The sentry's mouth involuntarily gaped open.
The half-chewed blade of grass fell out of his mouth.
It landed in the sand at my feet.
He didn't pick it up.
His legs started shaking uncontrollably.
His hand holding the binoculars trembled like a leaf. The copper tubes clinked against his teeth, making a crisp "clattering" sound.
That wasn't some ninja squad in vests at all.
There was no formation, no flags.
Appearing on the horizon.
It was an endless torrent of black metal, entirely composed of cold steel!
Gun barrels stood like a forest, and tracks stirred up sandstorms.
It's hurtling down with a deafening roar, as if it's going to flatten everything!