Eight Hundred and Forty-Eight Magician's Resentment

Because of information asymmetry, because I don't understand the operating mechanism of Alan Hill's weapons, and because I am not familiar with computers, most of the magicians who participated in the operation can only watch helplessly, and the opportunity slips away from them. .

Originally, they thought that their mission was to snatch those nuclear weapons, but when they actually saw these nuclear weapons, they realized that these weapons were as huge as a house.

Even if it is known that there are nuclear warheads, the disassembled nuclear warheads cannot be easily transported by humans. Even if they are magicians, they cannot easily carry such a huge thing.

What's even more pitiful is that their original plan was to launch some nuclear bombs and attack the cities of Alan Hill, so that they could create some chaos for the Alan Hill Empire.

In the chaos, the magicians who stole nuclear weapons had the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and send the nuclear warheads back to the Norma Empire, and use this to blackmail the Alan Hill Empire.

It is a pity that this chaos did not happen at all, so the magicians who attacked the nuclear bomb launch base of the Alan Hill Empire had no chance to send the nuclear bomb they captured back to their own country.

As a result, these poor magicians had to face a situation that made them desperate: the army of the Alan Hill Empire had surrounded them, but they had no reinforcements and no capital to persevere.

The only thing that allows them to persevere a little bit is that the Alan Hill Empire must take the nuclear bomb into account, otherwise, they will only die faster.

Two A-10 attack planes whizzed past in the sky. Several magicians in the camp managed to kill the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire who surrounded them. Before they had time to catch their breath, they were precisely guided The missiles are covered.

In a violent explosion of flames, a magician rolled out in a state of embarrassment. He was dressed in rags, and he was no different from a beggar.

The female magician who was fighting side by side with him just now was completely swallowed by the explosion, and there was not even a complete body left.

"Shirley! Shirley!" The magician managed to get up from the ground, ignoring the flames still burning on his shoes, and stretched out his hand towards the exploding flame: "Don't! Don't!"

That female magician was not only his comrade in arms this time, but also the love of his life. It is a pity that they, who have lived together for almost 40 years, are now about to separate completely.

The male magician couldn't accept this cruel fact for a while. Just now his wife pushed him out of the core of the explosion,

And protected him with a magic defense barrier.

As a result, after the desperate explosion dissipated, he could only see some broken bodies on the ground.

"No!" He screamed in despair, and then he was hit by a precision-guided bomb that fell from the sky, and a new explosion rose into the air, restoring calm to the entire battlefield.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The sound of the propeller was getting closer, and a transport helicopter landed slowly, blowing away the dust raised on the ground.

When the plane was about to approach the ground, the Elland Hill heavy armored grenadiers wearing exoskeleton mechs jumped out of the plane directly, and their heavy bodies hit the ground, making a dull thumping sound.

Several magicians who fell from the sky landed in front of these heavy armored grenadiers, and the eagle emblems on their bodies showed their identities.

These magicians drew out their long swords, and walked towards the closed door of the nuclear bomb silo with gloomy faces.

They were in a very bad mood, because these damn magicians who sneaked into the territory of Alan Hill seriously affected the status of the magicians of the Alan Hill Empire with their own actions.

After such a rebellion, the loyalty of the magicians will naturally be suspected by the high-level of the Alan Hill Empire. The magicians loyal to the Alan Hill Empire exchanged their own blood and the blood of the enemy magicians for a good situation. , once again disappeared.

"These damned bastards! What they have accomplished is more than their failure!" The leading magician of the Alan Hill Empire ordered in a low voice, "Since they don't want to live well, let them die!"

"Huh!" Behind him, the long swords in the hands of several magicians who were already great magisters burst into flames.

"Wow!" Behind the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ireland Hill Empire, the large-caliber assault rifles in their hands also heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Walking in front of the heavy protective door, an Elland Hill officer wearing exoskeleton armor took out a magnetic card from his waist bag, and inserted the magnetic card into the card reader on the door.

"Chi..." White gas released from around the protective door that couldn't be opened originally, and then the whole door opened slowly.

The man in black inside obviously did not expect that the other party would come so soon. They hurriedly used magic, trying to block the soldiers of Alan Hill at the door.

As a result, their fireball hit a magical defensive barrier. More than a dozen mages from the Alanhill Empire rushed into the long and narrow corridor furiously, the sound of long swords cutting into the flesh one after another, and the screams echoed in the air, making people shudder.

"Leave a few alive for torture!" When the leading commander stepped into the dark corridor with his weapon in hand, he saw only piles of minced meat scattered on the ground.

"I surrender! Don't shoot!" A man in black knelt on the ground and raised his hands: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Tell me, who sent you here..." the leading officer, Alan Hill, walked up to him and asked coldly.

"I...I..." At this moment, the magician in black kneeling on the ground realized that he really didn't know who ordered him to come here to die.

So he stammered and replied: "It was Sir Pembile...he summoned me! He is the mastermind! He..."

"Catch it!" The leading officer ordered, and two Elland Hill heavy armored grenadiers stepped forward to lift up the black-clothed magician whose legs were trembling and couldn't stand up.

At this time, the deeper battle is over. Two black magicians committed suicide, and one was pinned to the ground before committing suicide.

There were also two poor magicians in black, who were chopped into pieces after struggling a bit. Their blood splattered on the ground, and there lay the officer of the Elland Hill Missile Unit on duty who had just been killed by them.

Blood splattered on the computer screen inlaid with the console, and a row of dialog boxes waiting for passwords were flashing on it...