"Let the old era see what a true 'dimensional reduction attack' really means!"
The static trailing off the loudspeaker sounded like a rough file scraping across a battlefield.
The lingering sound echoed in the scorching air.
It directly shattered the last trace of Wind Release airflow in front of the Sunagakure Jonin.
The Jonin maintained the Hand Seals posture, his fingers stiff.
He looked at the thick, smoothbore cannon barrel in front of him.
The muzzle is being finely adjusted by a hydraulic motor.
A soft "hiss" was emitted. The dark tube was pointed directly at his chest.
The tracks sank, and the sand and soil were compacted.
The 120mm Chakra smoothbore cannon fired.
"Boom!"
A white sonic boom cloud exploded at the muzzle of the cannon.
The recoil caused the tank, weighing tens of tons, to move back half a foot. The steel plates emitted a dull thud as they were subjected to the impact.
The flames spewing from the cannon's muzzle were up to two meters long.
A high-explosive armor-piercing bullet instantly slammed into the Jonin's chest.
There were no screams. There was no flying blood and gore.
The high temperature and kinetic energy vaporized him completely, leaving not even a single intact bone fragment.
The armor-piercing shell continued its trajectory, plunging headlong into the massive sand dune behind him.
The explosion was muffled.
The yellow sand was blasted dozens of meters high like a fountain.
The sand dune was flattened, leaving only a deep pit emitting blue smoke.
The live stream cameras faithfully broadcast this scene throughout the Shinobi World.
Inside the command vehicle, Hiruzen Sarutobi's legs went weak, and his knees slammed against the metal floor.
The heavy camera was pressing down on his shoulder blades, causing excruciating pain in the bones.
He forgot to breathe, watching the figure vanish in an instant on the monitor.
Previously, Konoha would need to send an elite squad to exchange for a Jonin of this rank.
Now, all that's needed is a shell produced on the assembly line.
The tracks of the Konoha armored forces continued to turn.
They crossed the craters and advanced towards Sunagakure.
A heavy grinding sound of machinery suddenly came from behind the front line.
"Gala. Gala."
The sound of gears meshing drowned out the sandstorm.
Five giant wooden puppets, each over thirty meters tall, slowly rose from beneath the yellow sand.
Thick sheets of cast iron were nailed to the wooden joints. He held a rusty, over ten-meter-long broadsword in his hand.
This is Sunagakure's last trump card: an enlarged version of the Chikamatsu's Ten Guards ' siege puppets.
They trudged forward, step by step, through the sand.
A huge shadow was cast on the tank.
The voice of Uchiha Commander came through the communication channel.
"What a lousy puppet, and it's not small at all."
The conductor's hand slipped from the walkie-talkie, almost causing him to press the switch off. He quickly gripped it tighter.
"Air Force. Give them a bath."
High in the sky, thick clouds were forcibly shredded by the giant propeller.
Ten heavily armed airships, resembling black whales, lowered their altitude.
The wind whipped up by the propeller lashed against the sand, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
The metal hatches on the belly of the airship slid open to the sides.
Hundreds of cylindrical napalm bombs spun and fell downwards.
The metal casing reflected the sunlight.
It crashed onto the giant golem and into the surrounding area.
Fuze triggered.
"Bang. Bang. Bang."
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any flying shrapnel.
Only viscous, orange-red flames spread out instantly.
The gelatinous flames clung tightly to the puppet's wooden shell, impossible to shake off.
The temperature instantly soared to two thousand degrees.
The giant puppet's raised sword froze in mid-air.
The wood surface turned black, caught fire, and carbonized.
The internal Chakra control lines were directly burned off by the high temperature.
The Sand Ninja, controlled from inside the puppet's chest cavity, didn't even have a chance to escape.
They were roasted alive.
The stench of burning grease mixed with the smell of burnt wood rose into the air, so intense it brought tears to people's eyes.
Less than two minutes.
Five enormous, expensive siege golems were reduced to piles of red-hot scrap iron and charcoal.
It collapsed with a roar, crashing onto the sand.
The surrounding yellow sand was burned into translucent crystals with a smooth surface.
The frontal resistance on the ground completely collapsed.
The armored vehicle rolled over the glassy sand, making a cracking sound. The crystals shattered into shards of glass.
Inside the radar vehicle.
The Hyūga observer sat in a leather chair, veins bulging around his Byakugan.
He stared at the green screen in front of him.
On the grid, dozens of red dots flashed densely, several meters underground.
"They've taken refuge in the bunker."
The observer tapped the waterproof keyboard; the plastic keys clicked.
"Import coordinates to the rear position."
A few kilometers away.
The twelve multiple rocket launcher vehicles turned around.
The launch nest is lifted at an angle.
Forty-eight bunker buster bombs soared into the sky, trailing long plumes of white smoke and tracing parabolic arcs in mid-air.
It was as accurate as if it had been measured with a ruler. It plunged headfirst into the sand that the radar had locked onto.
Only dozens of bottomless black holes remain on the ground.
I didn't even hear a sound.
Five seconds later.
The Kitsuchi beneath his feet suddenly leaped upwards.
"Boom!"
A series of muffled thuds came from deep underground, like a giant beast turning over underground.
Large areas of sand collapsed suddenly, forming a series of funnel-shaped craters.
Sand Ninja in an underground bunker.
They didn't even have time to hold their breath; they were buried alive by tons of sand.
The soil completely muffled the screams, preventing any sound from escaping.
From firing the first shot.
The armored forces leveled the outer perimeter and advanced directly towards the main gate of Sunagakure.
It took less than twenty minutes.
He didn't form a single hand seal. He didn't use a single traditional Ninjutsu.
The Konoha suffered zero casualties. Not even a minor scratch.
The first few tanks stopped. One of the drivers lifted the top cover and leaned out.
He took an iron bar, pried out a tattered strip of cloth stuck in the track gear, and threw it on the ground.
He picked up the kettle and took a swig of cold water. His Adam's apple bobbed.
It was as relaxed as if he were mowing his own lawn.
The imposing Sunagakure is just a stone's throw away.
The two heavy bronze doors were tightly closed, their surfaces covered with marks of wind and sand.
There wasn't even a guard in sight on the high wall. Everyone had already run away.
Inside the command vehicle.
The Uchiha officer leaned against the steel plate, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
A match was struck, and the smell of sulfur filled the air.
He took a drag. Ash fell onto his black bulletproof vest.
He reached out and casually flicked it away.
He turned his head and glanced at Hiruzen Sarutobi was still sniffling.
"Take a steady shot. Don't let your hands shake."
The officer exhaled a smoke ring. The smoke stung Hiruzen's eyes.
"This is historical footage shown to the entire Shinobi World."
Hiruzen numbly held the camera.
The cast iron base on my shoulder had chafed my skin raw; the scabs were stuck to the metal.
The camera was fixed on that bronze gate.
He stared at the monitor, his heart utterly broken.
The heavy armored vehicle at the very front, equipped with a huge bulldozer blade, roared deafeningly from its engine.
Black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.
The tracks accelerated, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It crashed straight into the bronze gate.
The bulldozer blade just hit the seam between the two doors.
It produced a dull, metallic clanging sound.
Suddenly, it got dark.
It's not that dark clouds are obscuring the sun.
A Chakra with a strong, bloody smell, like a heavy lead plate.
It crashed onto the battlefield.
Even the tactical lights in the command vehicle flashed twice.
In mid-air.
A figure floated swaying precariously.
The Third Kazekage.
His white Kazekage robe was torn to shreds and stained with black and red blood.
His left hand was twisted unnaturally. The white bone fragments pierced through his sleeve.
A large section of his chest had caved in.
Blood kept spilling from his mouth, dripping down his chin and into the air.
This is after he was crippled by Shu Shiraishi in one move in the Land of Iron, and he managed to escape back using his incomplete Magnet Release technique.
Kazekage Ying's eyes were bloodshot.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to burst, as he stared intently at the steel torrent that was crushing the village entrance below.
He bit his lower lip through his teeth.
The smell of blood stimulated my nerves.
He suddenly raised his remaining intact right hand.
Spread your five fingers.
The Chakra within his body desperately squeezed out from his damaged meridians.
Squeezing out the last bit of life force, the meridians emitted a tearing sound as they could no longer bear the burden.
The pain made his cheek twitch.
"Buzz--!"
A sudden gust of wind arose.
Black Iron Sand swept in from all directions, blotting out the sky.
Like a black, dead sea that devours everything, it suddenly took shape in mid-air.
With an overwhelming sense of impending doom, it pressed down heavily on Konoha's vanguard armored forces.