"Clang!"
The copper-plated telescope crashed onto the weathered rock, shattering its lenses all over the ground.
The Sunagakure sentry's legs buckled, and he knelt stiffly on the scorching sand dune.
The sand is jumping.
Millions of metal tracks rolled over the earth's crust. The vibrations traveled through the sand and into his kneecaps, making his jaw chatter.
The black metal wall on the horizon grew higher and higher.
The heavy Chakra's exhaust pipe spewed out black smoke.
The smell of diesel fuel wafted over on the hot air, making the sentry cough.
He wanted to stand up and set off the alarm fireworks. His hand reached for the bamboo tube at his waist.
My fingers trembled like a leaf. The bamboo tube fell into the sand and couldn't be found.
The sky was also dark.
Armed airships, obscuring the sky, flew in, pressing down on the clouds.
The massive propeller tore through the air, emitting a dull "humming" sound.
It completely blocked out the sunlight.
Three kilometers ahead. The first line of defense outside Sunagakure.
The garrison captain was a one-eyed man. He lay prone in the trench, watching the approaching steel monster, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"Pull the cord! Release the poison gas! Open the quicksand pit!" he yelled, his voice cracking.
Several sand ninjas desperately pulled on the steel wire.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble."
The sand ahead suddenly collapsed, revealing three huge quicksand vortexes.
Purple poisonous smoke billowed from the ground, drifting with the wind towards the Konoha.
"So what if it's a lump of iron? It'll die just like falling into quicksand!" The garrison captain gritted his teeth, forcing out a hint of ruthlessness.
Konoha faction
The five multi- Explosive Tag rocket launcher vehicles in the front row came to a stop.
The tracks carved deep grooves into the sand.
The launch pod on the roof slowly rose to an angle.
"Release." Inside the cockpit, the Hyūga observer looked at the screen and reported the coordinates.
"Swish swish swish!"
Dozens of thermobaric rounds, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled towards the Sunagakure defenses like a swarm of crazed wasps.
There was no Kakkō. First, there was a muffled thud.
Immediately afterwards, the air was sucked away.
A blinding white light exploded in the center of the poison gas array.
A fireball, thousands of degrees hot, expanded close to the ground.
The purple toxic smoke didn't even last a second before being burned completely.
A terrifying shockwave swept through.
The sand in the trenches was instantly melted into glass-like crystals.
The garrison captain didn't even have time to scream.
His entire body turned to charcoal. A gust of wind blew him away, and he crumbled into a pile of ash.
Those three enormous quicksand vortexes were blasted flat.
The sandpit turned into hard, scorched earth.
Heavy tanks with huge bulldozer blades drove up.
The tracks crushed the still-smoking, charred corpses. They leveled the remaining barricades and Explosive Tag arrays.
Keep pushing forward.
The speed didn't decrease at all.
The second line of defense: the Sunagakure suicide squad.
The leader was a Wind Release Jonin. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered with a windproof cloth.
He was clutching two Kunai covered in Explosive Tag.
"For Lord Kazekage!"
He Hand Seals, and more than thirty Sand Ninja followed him as they leaped out from behind the dilapidated bunker.
" Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
A fierce wind whipped up yellow sand, attempting to force the leading tank to a halt.
They thought they could still create an opening using their agility and Ninjutsu, just like before.
Get close to the metal sheet and blow up the tracks.
This is an old-fashioned tactic.
The armored vehicles from Konoha didn't even have their roofs open.
The heavy machine gun array on the roof rotated. Ruby sensors detected the heat source.
The hydraulic motor emitted a soft "buzzing" sound. The gun barrel was locked.
Pull the trigger.
"Da da da da da!"
Flames spewed out.
A two-meter-long storm of metal weaves into a net that leaves no blind spots.
No Hand Seals are needed, no Chakra refining is required. Only mechanical firepower is unleashed.
The wind Wind Release technique was forcefully dispersed by the tungsten steel armor-piercing projectile.
Four or five bursts of blood instantly erupted from the Jonin's chest.
The bulletproof vest was made of paper and was turned into a pulp.
The Kunai in his hand fell to the ground. Before the Explosive Tag could detonate, a bullet sliced off half of his head.
Red and white liquid was spilled all over the floor.
The suicide squad behind him seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of death.
They fell in droves.
Severed limbs and broken arms flew through the air.
A young Sand Ninja had just drawn his longsword when his right arm was severed, and the sword flew off with him.
He collapsed in the sand, screaming in agony.
Less than half a minute.
The thirty-odd men who charged forward became a pile of minced meat on the ground.
A tracked vehicle drove by with a creaking sound.
The minced meat was crushed into the scalding hot sand, turning into a dark red, mushy mess.
The airship in the sky opened its bomb bay.
A few Sunagakure flying golems that had slipped through the net had just taken off, before they even had a chance to throw their poison needles.
The secondary guns on the side of the airship opened fire.
"Boom! Boom!"
A pile of burning, broken logs fell from the sky and landed on the pile of dead bodies below.
Konoha's steel torrent remained unbroken.
The formation was tight, like a giant iron comb combing through the land of the Land of Wind.
Regardless of whether it's sand dunes, rocks, or bunkers ahead.
One shot leveled it. The tracks were flattened.
Completely devastating.
The rear of the army.
A giant Chakra- powered hovering command vehicle.
The vehicle was as tall as a two-story building. Eight large, run-flat tires were pressing down on the scorched earth.
The car doors were tightly shut.
The interior of the carriage was very spacious. The floor was covered with steel plates.
The diesel generator is making a rather loud humming sound.
An Uchiha officer leaned against the wall.
He was wearing a black tactical vest with red ribbons from the Urban Management Brigade tied to his shoulders.
He had half a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the red tip flickering.
He squinted, looking at the several surveillance screens on the wall in front of him.
The screen was filled with images of one-sided massacres.
Blood mist, mangled flesh, and the fleeing Sand Ninja in disarray.
The Kakkō reflected in his Sharingan.
"Ugh, that's boring." He exhaled a puff of smoke. "I thought the sand would be harder."
A corner of the train carriage.
A huddled figure.
He was an old man, emaciated, with hair as messy as a clump of gray grass.
He was wearing a tattered gray linen coat, covered in foul-smelling mud.
He leaned against the cold steel wall.
On the wrists and ankles.
He was bound by cast iron handcuffs and shackles as thick as a thumb.
The iron chain was attached to the iron rings on the carriage floor and locked very tightly.
The old man huddled in the shadows, his cloudy eyes fixed on the chains that swayed with the car body.
There was no light in his eyes.
He is Hiruzen Sarutobi.
A former Hokage candidate, now a prisoner.
The skin around my ankle was chafed raw by the metal ring.
Black scabs formed, and yellow fluid seeped out, staining the shackles a dark red.
He didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain. He looked like a dried-up corpse.
The Uchiha officer finished his last puff of cigarette.
He threw the cigarette butt onto the steel plate, then stomped it out with the heel of his boot, leaving a puddle of black ash.
He turned around and walked to the corner.
The military boots stopped in front of Hiruzen.
Hiruzen didn't look up.
He's like a numb block of wood now.
Breathing is weak.
"Stand up."
The officer spoke, his voice tinged with impatience.
Hiruzen didn't move. He didn't even lift an eyelid.
The officer frowned and raised his right foot.
He kicked Hiruzen hard in the butt.
"Bang."
Hiruzen was kicked and fell forward.
His face slammed heavily against the steel plate.
My nose stung. Two streams of blood flowed from my nose, dripping onto my gray linen coat.
The chains were pulled, making a piercing "clattering" sound.
"Stop pretending to be dead."
The officer turned around and picked up a black metal box from the metal shelf beside him.
This is the live-streaming camera equipment that Orochimaru just set up.
It's square-shaped with a large glass lens in the front.
Connected to several thick cables and a vest with Chakra battery.
It's very heavy, weighing at least forty or fifty pounds.
Hiruzen, supporting himself on the ground, had just managed to get halfway up.
My hands are still shaking.
The officer brought the equipment over.
It slammed directly into Hiruzen's shoulder.
Clang.
The metal base of the device slammed hard into Hiruzen's protruding shoulder blade.
Hiruzen let out a bloodcurdling scream.
His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground again.
The battery vest was roughly pulled around his neck. It was heavy and made it hard for him to breathe.
Several cables were wrapped around his arm.
The officer grabbed Hiruzen's messy hair.
Pull it back.
They forcibly pulled his head up and forced him to look at the monitor screen in front of him.
On the screen, Konoha's tanks are crushing the corpse of a Sunagakure.
The officer released his grip.
He patted Hiruzen on the shoulder.
Pointing to the glass lens on the equipment that had a red light on.
He shouted sharply.
"Hold the machine steady for me!"
"Start a live stream!"