Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Back on the road.

The phone automatically adjusted the time, Kant checked it, and he left for about seven minutes.

This short time was absolutely safe for my father in the dugout.

- Even if the whereabouts of one's own side are exposed and the enemy wants to respond, it will be too late in just seven minutes, even if it is to lock the position through satellites, confirm the coordinates, and then dispatch supersonic fighters to project ground-penetrating laser-guided bombs, especially with the efficiency of the French , seven minutes is probably only enough to get a license agreement.

But for the mercenaries in northern Myanmar who were chased and killed by their French counterparts, these seven minutes were another concept.

After picking up his father and the black king into the car, Kant clicked on WeChat, sent a message to Xiaoman that he was safe, and returned to the message column. There was a series of unread messages from the leader of the mercenary army in northern Myanmar.

Click to open.

One missed call message, two recent messages.

"The enemy has dispatched combat vehicles and armed helicopters, and we are ready to surrender."

"The other party accepted our surrender, at least on the surface, and I will destroy the phone."

And the final location.

And several messages reminding to withdraw.

What did he withdraw?

Kant has no time to think about it, and he is not particularly annoyed by it. The lives of these people have no special meaning to him. Just as Uncle Wang said, they are mercenaries. It is also a risk that he should take, and he has no obligation to save him.

But there is freedom to save or not to save.

The answer is still to save. He decided to do a little favor before because these Burmese people came to save his father. No matter whether they took money or not, since the other party did his best, it was worth his thanks and a favor.

Kang Jinzhu asked, "Have they responded?"

Kant shook his head and said, "They were caught, they decided to surrender, and the other party accepted it."

He showed the phone to his father.

Kang Jinzhu just glanced at it briefly, the focus of his attention was not on this, but on his son's choice.

"So, are you going to save them?"

"Yes."

Daddy Kang glanced at him and didn't say anything, instead he frowned and pondered.

Kant asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a little strange." Kang Jinzhu thought for a while and said, "It seems that little Bob didn't give up. They caught the mercenaries your Uncle Wang found, and I'm afraid they are coming for you."

"Huh?" Kant just doesn't like to use his brain very much now, "How do you say it?"

Kang Jinzhu said: "For little Bob, the king of Komora or a group of mercenaries from Burma, which is more valuable? Of course, the former. Those people who discovered the king before must have reported it through long-distance communication, and then you jumped out. , kill them cleanly, little Bob and the others can't be unaware."

Kant nodded: "Well, then?"

"Then, they went to war for the mercenaries in northern Myanmar who didn't achieve their goals and didn't accomplish anything. After we rescued the king, gunships, infantry combat vehicles, and such important armed forces were used to intercept the Burmese. These low-value targets, why don't you come and try to intercept you again?"

"Don't you think it's weird? If you've been frightened by you, you should immediately shrink your strength and run away, instead of taking the risk of provoking you again and catching a group of mercenaries who may be related to you."

When Kang Jinzhu said this, his tone became more and more solemn.

Nearly half an hour of high-intensity killing made Kant's head like a mess. Although Horus was responsible for most of the firing tasks, Kant was still responsible for space jumping, ammunition replenishment, field command and other tasks. For tasks such as temporary enchanting, it is necessary to take the time to jump out to make up for sneak attacks, and use the power of fire thieves to resolve the enemy's magical attacks, which is almost no different from being in battle and fighting in blood.

Mental exhaustion is more difficult than physical exhaustion. He rested for a while, then slowly recovered, yawned, and asked, "Are they going to torture the intelligence?"

"It must be so, after all, apart from us insiders, from the outside world, the group of Burmese must be with you, and their fighting and chasing in Komora is completely covering for you - Xiao Bao Bo Duo was afraid of being beaten by you, and he was eager to find out who you were and what you were doing."

Kant wiped his face: "So, is this still a family grievance?"

Kang Jinzhu was stunned for a moment, and laughed at this statement: "It's not bad to say that."

Then he smiled and said, "Of course, there is another doubt about this."

"What doubt?"

"Location confirmation... These mercenaries are just mercenaries. There will be no radar or satellite link. They have been looking for the king for two days. Why are they looking for these mercenaries so quickly?"

After Kang Jinzhu finished speaking, he turned to ask the black king: "Your Majesty, how did Bob's people find you? Do they have more advanced battlefield intelligence support?"

Since being yelled at by the father and son one after another, Chakat II has become silent along the way. He doesn't know what he is thinking about. He glances at Kant from time to time, as if he did not give up his plan.

Hearing Kang Jinzhu asking, he sighed.

"They knew that I was injured and that we didn't dare to run to neighboring countries, so they deployed a patrol convoy on our possible route of action, and there were helicopters for low-altitude reconnaissance support. The King's Guard hid for two days, and my injury aggravated. , they really had no choice, so they decided to give it a go, return to Comora, and rushed into the Chinese embassy... but they were stopped halfway."

Having said this, the young king's eyes were red, and now he was the only one left.

Kang Jinzhu comforted the king, then turned to look at Kant: "Searching for the king is so troublesome, why is it so quick to find the Burmese?"

Kant looked at the top of his head: "Indicating that the satellite has finally successfully changed its orbit?"

"It's also a possible guess, but I think it's very unlikely. The French and Baixi government may not be so fanciful... After all, this is not a glorious thing, and it also involves great secrets."

Speaking of this, Kang Jinzhu's expression became gloomy: "If that's the case, then there is only one possibility that is more likely."

"what?"

"There's a way to pinpoint their location very quickly, but it's not where the Burmese are, and the Burmese aren't Bob's target, they just happen to be with the real target."

Kant blinked, his brain has gradually come alive.

In the blink of an eye, the correct answer came to mind.

"Those two Brits...their tweets!"

"Yeah, you have reminded them before." Kang Jinzhu's face was gloomy, "You talked to your friends before that Twitter is a fair and impartial company that guarantees freedom of speech... Which company is it from?"

The air was silent for a while.

The car body bumped slightly during the high-speed driving, and the father and son were relatively silent. After a while, Kang Jin said: "Of course, it's just a guess, and the French don't like to wear a pair of trousers with the Americans, especially in African affairs. , and that kind of thing... maybe just a normal exchange of information."

Kant turned his head and plugged the phone into the slot on the car platform, and said casually, "Well."

Kang Jinzhu sighed: "But no matter what, you won't stop, right?"

Kant said lightly: "It's not a head-to-head battle, it's a shady flies under the table. There is no difference between one permanent member and two permanent members or even three permanent members..."

As soon as the front windshield of the Hummer was dark, Google Maps appeared on it, and the final location sent by the mercenary leader appeared. Kant moved his finger, and the azimuth and angle changed.

Kang Jinzhu looked at this scene and sighed: "How many secrets do you have."

"A lot." Kant said, "The kind that can't be said for three days and three nights - of course, this is not the point of the problem, the mercenaries have been captured, let's make a guess, little Bob is eager to get intelligence information, There is also a tendency to take them hostage, so these people are going to be sent somewhere."

The map unfolds, the neighboring countries in the four directions, the road traffic, and even many cities and villages in Comora.

"Not long ago, I just collapsed the Komora Palace and killed half of the Komora. No matter how big his heart was, little Bob would not dare to stay there..." Kant snapped his fingers, "Ask the king Old Hei, if little Bob fled in embarrassment, where would he choose to settle down..."

Kang Dad translated, the king leaned out after hearing the words and stared at the screen on the front glass.

His eyes flickered, and he first pointed to the military camp near San Mili: "This camp was built with the help of the French, with good facilities and sufficient supplies..."

Kant twitched the corners of his mouth: "...This place was smashed by me."

Chakat II glanced at Kant faintly, and then pointed to the king's tomb: "That's right here... We have spent a lot of energy and effort to manage this sacred tomb, with heavy gates, winding roads, checkpoints along the way, and vast camps. Although part of it is open as a tourist attraction, it is fully capable of garrisoning troops and even serving as an excellent strategic location to support defenses…”

Kant's expression was a little embarrassed: "I also smashed this one."

The king's expression became extremely resentful, and he asked a few more questions. After confirming it, he sighed: "Well, at least you help me drive out and kill all the invaders who disturbed the ancestor's sleep."

He thought for a while: "Then, little Bob has only one place to go."

Chakat II pointed to the west: "Comora National Airport...the one I told you earlier, has been closed, and there are a lot of materials stored in advance by the French..."

"Isn't this going around again?"

Kant shook his head.

On the screen, the last location of the Burmese was connected to the airport, marking the three travel routes and the shortest straight path, which were connected to Kant's location at this time to form a triangle.

Then, according to the last communication time, the possible position of the team returning at this moment is demarcated.

The coordinate position is calibrated at the speed of 60 kilometers, 70 kilometers and 80 kilometers per hour of the **** team.

Confirm the blocking area.

and the best interception route.

Kang Jinzhu and King Chakat II were dazzled.

Kang Jinzhu is okay. Although such a scene is a bit smart and a bit sci-fi, it is completely acceptable compared to his son's flying thunder **** technique across the sky.

The black king was very restless. He asked, "Is this car for sale? How much?"

As soon as the words fell, the car body rattled, and there was a heavy earthquake, causing Chakat II to sit back in the back seat. Let him pull the abdominal wound, and the black brother screamed in pain.

Kant turned back and said, "Friend, you may not know how many French and Biagan people died at my hands along the way... Do you know why they died?"

King Chakat's face was a little dark, and he asked tremblingly, "Why?"

Kant smiled lightly: "Because they coveted things that didn't belong to them, they were punished, and they deserved to end like this, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, I agree, I agree..."

I don't know if the black guys understand or not.

"The speed of 80 kilometers per hour is already a speed like a mad dog grabbing **** for an armed team."

Perhaps in the eyes of the other two, Kant said, he was talking to himself.

"We will pre-intercept at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, but there are several routes at the same time. In this case, we need some auxiliary props."

The door opened, Kant turned out of the car, stood on the roof, attached the space anchor to Iron Son's weapon station, and then activated his ability to come to the White Mist World.

The previous war was very rushed and tiring, and I didn't take a leisurely look at the spoils. The biggest gain this time was probably the mechanical puppets of the group of alchemists.

Most of the alchemy puppets involved in the battle were destroyed and torn apart by Horus, but there were also many spares that were captured intact, one after another of heavy trucks, spare parts, and finished products, some of which were placed in boxes and some that were in a state of preparation. , there are copper **** half human height, ghosts curled up like statues, and mechanical bugs like scarabs placed in boxes.

"It can fly, it's bigger, it's fast..."

The gargoyle is slightly larger and more frightening. If it is seen by passing witnesses, it will cause trouble...

After some searching, Kant's eyes lit up.

The silver box glowed with blue light, the interlaced mechanical locks turned and loosened, the box unfolded, revealing brilliant golden wings. From the memory fragments of the alchemist, it can be seen that the name of this thing is…

Sheemo Eagle.

He took out the hollow metal statue and let the eagle claws rest on his arm.

Spiritual power transmission, the blue magic stone on the chest of the eagle of Shimo shines brightly, the magic pattern spreads, and the gear is driven. The tailbone poured out, and the invisible and qualitative arcane light wings stirred the wind of heaven and earth.

The black light shone, Kant returned to the earth, and his spiritual power was revealed. The eagle of Shimo fluttered, rushed into the sky, flapped its wings, and roared into the distance.

"Father." Horus' voice came through the earphones. "How do you feel?"

Kant closed his eyes and felt it, and said, "I'm not used to it, I'm a little precise..."

Distraction and multi-purpose are the basic qualities of the mage. After long-term obvious training and spiritual practice, they can be competent in the complex and changeable casting environment.

Manipulating ten arcane missiles to hit eight different targets before and after is just a basic introductory skill. This multi-core and multi-threaded operation skill is not only suitable for spell combat, but also in various fields and directions of mage research.

For example, by configuring potions, processing various magic materials at the same time at different temperatures and in different ways, paying attention to the changes of each material, and grasping the fleeting opportunity of fusion, high-quality potions can be prepared.

Copying scrolls, controlling magic puppets, engraving magic patterns, enchanting items, analyzing spells... All of these require the ultimate use of the Mage's spiritual power, which is beyond the reach of people on earth.

If you look at each other, only a few Zhou Botong, Guo Jing, and Xiaolongnu can do it. If they are replaced by otherworldly mages, it is not a matter of finesse. Who can't?

Kant has crystal strengthening, and the inheritance of fire thieves. When he rushed to help Danfeng Lucerne, he let go and sucked a few more. The quality and use of spiritual power are naturally not bad, but he has not accepted the systematic study of spellcasters, still Not very accustomed to this precise use of skills.

He shook his head and said, "I have to practice again."

Horus tried to say, "I may be able to do it, but I don't know how to control them. What is the so-called spiritual power... Do I have such a thing?"

Kant smiled: "When this battle is over, find some famous mage to help you and see if you can control them, let's make a blasting dragonfly and a terrifying robot... You should have a company too. "

"Sounds good."

After chatting for a while, Horus strengthened his courage and said, "Father... your father is still very worried about you, but he just doesn't know how to speak to you. I found that he hesitated at least five times, and was full of eleven times. Looking at you worriedly, I thought, why not try the proper candor and talk?"

Kant was silent for a moment, then said, "Horus, not all fathers and sons are like us."

"I don't know."

"I also do not understand."

Kant sighed: "So, don't imitate me."

He flipped back into the driver's seat.

He was silent all the way, until his father's eighteenth worried look and the ninth time he stopped talking.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm a rebel who doesn't listen to discipline and rebels against my parents."

Kant finally said: "Okay, after this matter is over, I will tell it all about it and take the initiative to explain it, so don't frown all day long, and I haven't become a bad boy."

Kang Jinzhu sighed: "When your uncle Wang was in the army, everyone knew that he was serving the motherland and doing the most open and honest things in the world, but his father was still frowning all day, for fear that one day he would never die. Go back, I'm not worried about you becoming a villain, that's never what I'm worried about."

"I see."

Kant was silent for a while, then said softly, "I'll try my best."

In the spiritual link, the eagle of Shima swept across the sky, and the visual sharing came to mind. In the blue sky and the blowing smoke, the outline of the helicopter has emerged.

"I'll be back when I go."

The black light shone, and Kant jumped out of the space portal and grabbed the claws of the eagle of Seymour.

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PS1: 5,000 words... Damn, the work and rest are slowly going back, the inertia of people is really scary.

PS2: It can't be like this, at least 8,000 words will be updated tomorrow.