High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

"See that one-armed guy?"

"That's the vehicle driven by Farm Manager Lei Zhen, the Black Bear!"

"That six-barreled psionic vulcan cannon on the right arm was salvaged from a warship!"

"It can flatten a small hill in just one minute!"

"A real land-based meat grinder!"

A torrent of steel poured out of the warehouse and gathered on the wide road.

Han Feng was also amazed by this shocking scene.

But a question then arises.

"Brother Meng, with such a strong ground force, what are we needed for?"

Han Feng asked, puzzled.

"With just these dozens of armored vehicles, plus the farm's own guard, they should be able to hold off even a small beast horde, right?"

A ground staff member who was checking tires nearby heard this and chimed in with a smile.

"Young man, you are unaware of this."

The experienced mechanic patted the thick tires of the "Grey Donkey".

"These lumps of iron look impressive, but they're too heavy!"

"Even the lightest 'Iron Wall' weighs twelve tons, and the minefield chief's 'Black Bear' weighs nearly thirty tons!"

"If this were driven into a wheat field, one step would destroy hundreds of kilograms of amethyst wheat—that's a lot of money!"

Team leader Zhang Hao also came over and added.

He's right.

"The armor's operational range is limited to the paved roads and fortifications within the farm."

"Their mission is to guard key intersections and wipe out large-scale beast hordes; they are our 'shield'."

"But if one or two cunning monsters sneak into the wheat field, or if flying monsters launch a sneak attack from the sky, the armor will be too far away to reach them."

"They don't have enough elevation angle and poor maneuverability, so they can't run fast in the soft fields."

"At this point, we need to deploy our fighter jets."

Zhang Hao pointed to the sky, then to the vast wheat field.

"Our mission is to clean up these 'fish that slipped through the net,' to be the farm's 'eyes' and 'sword.'"

"Only through coordinated air and ground operations can this wasteland granary be completely protected."

Han Feng suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

Half an hour later, the preparations were complete.

"Everyone board!"

Team leader Zhang Hao's voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

Han Feng nimbly climbed into the cockpit, fastened the slightly worn five-point seatbelt, and turned on the power.

The dials lit up one by one, and green characters flashed on the old screen.

[Flying sword successfully connected]

[Model: Peregrine - Heavy Support Type (Light Load)]

A pale blue system notification flashes across the retina.

Han Feng smiled slightly. As long as the "flying sword" was in good condition, he felt confident.

"One team is calling the control tower, requesting takeoff."

"Tower received."

"Wind from southwest, runway cleared."

Wishing you all a bountiful harvest.

Lei Zhen's gruff voice rang out on the channel.

Engines roared, and waves of heat rolled in.

Eleven fighter jets taxied off the runway in succession.

The aircraft took off.

The formation was completed at an altitude of 500 meters.

Below, there is a purple wheat field.

Five giant harvesters are already running at full capacity.

They are devouring the ripe amethyst wheat.

A tremendous roar and vibration traveled outwards along the earth.

The commotion alerted all the guys lurking in the shadows.

"All aircraft, take note and disperse to search for the enemy."

Zhang Hao gave the order.

"Same as always, those without missiles shouldn't be reckless and provoke tough opponents."

"Han Feng, you're just hovering over the harvester; that's a key protected object."

"receive."

Han Feng pressed the stick, controlling the fighter jet to enter circling mode.

This job is actually quite tedious.

He just kept drawing circles above the heads of the harvesters, watching the rows of wheat below fall down.

"Tsk, another boring patrol mission."

Gu Yun's lazy voice came through the communication channel.

"My beautiful Alice belongs to the sky, not to be a babysitter for these lumps of iron."

"If you're bored, you can go down and help the harvester operators push their carts."

Wang Meng's loud voice immediately followed.

"Your white clothes, stained with engine oil and mud, make you look more like a man."

"Shut up, you barbarian!"

Gu Yun's voice immediately rose eight octaves.

"What do you know!"

"This is noble pure white, a symbol of Alice's purity!"

"How could we allow ourselves to be defiled by such filth!"

"There's movement at three o'clock!"

Suddenly, another team member issued a warning over the channel.

Han Feng followed his gaze.

Suddenly, the soil at the edge of the wheat field exploded, and more than a dozen dark figures darted out, rushing straight towards the nearest harvester.

That's the "Iron-Toothed Rat," a first-tier early-stage demonic beast.

"A bunch of small fry, just what Alice needs to stretch her muscles."

Gu Yun's voice carried a hint of excitement.

The fighter jet painted with the image of a white-haired witch suddenly flipped to the side, its wings drawing an elegant arc as it gracefully swooped down.

"Take this, Alice's Magic Bullet Baptism!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

Flames exploded on the ground, sending dirt and purple straw flying everywhere.

Several iron-toothed rats running at the front were instantly smashed into pieces.

"pretty!"

Wang Meng gave a thumbs-up, but then couldn't help but complain.

"But Xiao Gu, you're still wasting too much."

"Just use bursts to shoot these little rats. The bounty for those rats you just fired wouldn't even cover the cost of the bullets."

Gu Yun snorted, pulled up the nose of the plane, and drew a beautiful somersault in the air.

"The art of combat is something a muscle-bound idiot like you, who only knows how to chop with an axe, would never understand!"

"This is a magnificent stage dedicated to Alice!"

Han Feng shook his head as he watched from above.

What a spendthrift!

Each of those iron-toothed rats only costs 1,000 contribution points. Gu Yun fired at least 50 bullets in that last wave, which is 2,500 contribution points.

Adding in fuel consumption and fighter jet depreciation, this whole operation is a complete loss-making endeavor, and they even have to pay out of pocket.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Han Feng noticed that the wheat fields were undulating unnaturally on the other side of the harvester.

The fluctuation was subtle, moving against the wind, like something was moving swiftly close to the ground.

"A fish that slipped through the net."

Han Feng narrowed his eyes.

He didn't pull or yank.

Instead, he gently pushed the throttle valve while lightly pressing the pedal.

The gray donkey clumsily turned sideways and slid down.

This is the gravitational potential energy acceleration method, which saves fuel.

As the altitude decreased, Han Feng finally saw the thing clearly.

It's a "crazy rabbit".

Despite its cute-sounding name, it is actually a mid-tier Tier 1 ferocious beast, larger than the Iron-Toothed Rat, with extremely developed hind legs, amazing jumping ability, and the ability to spit wind blades.

The guy was using the wheat fields as cover to prepare to ambush the harvester's cab.

"That's two thousand yuan."

Han Feng licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the moving red dot.

He didn't rush to fire.

He is waiting.

Wait for an angle that will absolutely not waste bullets.

500 meters...

Three hundred meters...