High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 85 Beast Tide Rampage! Landing Crisis

On the No. 7 helipad, Zhang Hao strode over with a solemn expression.

"Han Feng, what exactly is going on?"

Zhang Hao cut straight to the point: "The radar screen is completely blurry; the interference is too severe."

"The quantity exceeds ten thousand."

Han Feng lifted a box of armor-piercing incendiary bombs with one hand and carried it to the fuselage rack: "They all came from the barren mountains in the Northwest."

The vanguard of cannon fodder consisted entirely of extremely fast Tier 1 beasts, mixed with at least thirty Tier 2 monsters. Among them, I clearly saw heavily armored specimens like the Armored Rhinoceros and the Berserker Bear.

Zhang Hao's expression changed. Normally, a beast tide would only consist of a few thousand beasts, but this time it was over ten thousand, and the proportion of second-tier demonic beasts was ridiculously high.

"Boom!"

A dense tremor began to emanate from the ground in the far distance.

From the direction of the ranch owner's fortress, a heavy alloy gate, ten meters high, slowly rose amidst a piercing hydraulic roar.

"Ironclad Battalion, all troops, attack!"

Lei Zhen's hoarse voice boomed on the public channel.

A towering 5.5-meter-tall Black Bear armored vehicle, covered in thick armor plates, was the first to step out of the fortress.

The massive exhaust pipe spewed out scorching white smoke, and the six-barreled psionic Vulcan cannon on the right arm gleamed with a cold metallic light under the searchlight.

Following closely behind were five 4.5-meter-tall [Storm-I] elite battle suits and fifty [Iron Wall-IV] mass-produced bipedal mechs.

The entire steel torrent moved without any unnecessary movements, its heavy steps stretching out in a line on the already harvested plain of purple crystal wheat on the west side of the farm.

The massive tower shield slammed heavily into the mud, and fifty 30mm chain guns simultaneously raised their barrels. This was a physical defensive line that would not retreat an inch.

"Sharp Sword Squad, take off!" Zhang Hao flipped and jumped into the cockpit.

Eleven fighter jets, their tails spewing eerie blue psionic flames, tore through the night sky and rapidly formed up at an altitude of a thousand meters.

"Execute Plan B!"

Zhang Hao quickly assigned tasks in the channel, "Gu Yun, Lao Liu, first team!"

Slam all the air-to-air missiles under your wings into the high-level targets behind you!

Wang Meng, you take the second team and lower the altitude to 300 meters, then use machine guns to provide fire support for the ground defenses!

"Han Feng".

Zhang Hao paused for a moment, then said, "You have the best mobility. You're free to hunt down the second-tier monsters; handle it yourself!"

"Received," Han Feng replied briefly.

At this time, they were less than two kilometers from the ground defense line.

The crimson tide of beasts finally broke free from the shadows of the wilderness, exposed to the towering searchlights of the farm.

Countless mutated rats, windblade wolves, and iron-skinned pigs intertwined to form a creepy, moving carpet of flesh.

"Three hundred meters—fire!"

Lei Zhen abruptly pulled the firing lever inside the armor compartment.

The chain cannons on the right arms of fifty [Iron Wall-IV] armors roared simultaneously.

The orange-red muzzle flashes instantly formed a wall of fire hundreds of meters long.

Five [Storm-I] psionic cannons began charging, then burst forth with blinding blue beams of light, creating five vacuum zones tens of meters long directly in the center of the beast tide.

The most terrifying one is Lei Zhen's [Black Bear].

The immense true energy at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm was directly injected into the psionic engine through the nerve connection at the back of the neck.

The Vulcan cannon on the right arm, which had been removed from the warship, entered overclocking mode.

With a firing rate of tens of thousands of rounds per minute, it directly tore a small area of ​​low-level monsters into blood mist and bits of flesh, leaving not even a complete bone behind.

In just the first salvo, thousands of demonic beasts were reduced to nothing by the heavy firepower.

But Lei Zhen didn't relax at all. Instead, he cursed loudly in the channel, "Something's wrong! These bastards have gone mad!"

Normally, if the number of casualties reached this level, the survival instinct of low-level monsters would definitely cause them to collapse.

But the monsters in front of them, completely trampling on the remains and flesh of their companions, did not utter a single cry of pain, and continued to charge towards their deaths with red eyes.

Lei Zhen's mind flashed back to the corpse of Grandpa Qian that had been drained of its life force three days ago, and the evil man who had a blood curse inside his body.

This is not a natural disaster! This is a man-made disaster!

"Zhou Ping!"

Lei Zhen connected to the deputy director's internal line and said, "Immediately use the highest level of authority to access the East China Sea Fortress City Defense Force's dedicated line!"

Requesting urgent support from Tier 3 rapid reaction forces!

Tell them the Blood Feeding Cult is up to no good here, and they definitely have a backup plan for us!

"Understood! The rapid reaction force is already on its way, but even at full speed, it will take at least half an hour to arrive!"

Zhou Ping's voice sounded a little strained.

"Then hold out for these next twenty minutes!"

Lei Zhen cut off the communication, and with his left arm controlling the heavy tower shield, he smashed a wind blade wolf that pounced on him into a pulp with a "bang".

On the high walls of the farm.

Guard captain Wang Defa roared as he directed the ground guards.

Hundreds of psionic assault rifles, the "Fire Rain" close-in weapon arrays at the four corners of the wall, and the twin-mounted electromagnetic railguns on the top of the main building were all firing at full power.

Ground guards frantically rounded up any who managed to get close to the high-voltage power grid.

In the sky, Gu Yun looked down at the dense horde of beasts, his fingers flying excitedly across the fire control system.

"Alice, lock onto the target and blast them to pieces!"

He piloted the "Scarlet Witch" fighter jet inverted, and two air-to-air missiles under its wings roared out, trailing plumes of smoke.

In the rear of the beast tide, two peak-level second-tier berserk giant bears, each four meters tall and covered in bone spurs, were about to charge when they were precisely hit by a missile.

The violent explosion kicked up a pile of soil several meters high, and half of the bodies of the two giant bears were blown off on the spot.

"Well done, Gu Yun!"

Wang Meng yelled into the channel, piloting his heavy fighter jet over a hundred meters high, his machine guns sweeping two deep trenches of death across the ground.

Han Feng did not rush to fire.

He hovered the "gray donkey" at a height of 800 meters and activated his "spiritual vision" with both eyes.

The chaotic battlefield below instantly transformed into a distribution map composed of countless points of light and energy clusters.

His mastery of the "Sword Control Technique" allowed him to remain exceptionally stable at high altitudes.

He directly acted as the tactical radar for the entire field.

"Wang Meng, turn 15 degrees to the left. There are more than a dozen three-eyed poison frogs hiding behind that mound, ready to spit venom."

"receive!"

Wang Meng's fighter jet sideslipped, and its machine gun directly overturned the mound along with the poisonous frog behind it.

"Old Liu, ignore those rats up ahead. There's a peak Tier 1 pangolin digging a tunnel at three o'clock. Use explosive bombs to clear the ground."

"Minefield Chief, three Tier 2 Armored Rhinoceroses are charging straight ahead 500 meters ahead. Chain cannons can't penetrate them. Prepare the cannons."

Han Feng's voice calmly broadcast the location and movements of each high-value target on the public channel.

Under his precise guidance, the firepower efficiency of the Sharp Sword Squad and the Ironclad Battalion doubled, effectively halting the advance of the beast tide outside the 300-meter warning line.

The intense firefight lasted for a full ten minutes.

The impact of the beast tide not only did not weaken, but became even more violent.

The shields of the first few [Iron Wall-IV] armors had begun to flash red, and their armor surfaces were covered with the acid and severed limbs of the monsters.

In the sky, the Sharp Sword Squad's fighter jets had also reached their limit.

"Captain, the machine gun ammunition is exhausted!" Wang Meng reported.

Gu Yun's voice also came through: "Missiles are used up, psionic batteries have 15% remaining."

"Return to base for resupply!"

Lei Zhen issued the order over the channel: "The city defense forces will arrive in about twenty minutes. The air squadron must complete arming within three minutes of landing and take off immediately!"

Eleven fighter jets began to leave the battlefield in batches and land on the helipad inside the farm.

Ground crew members from the maintenance team were pushing ammunition carts, sweating profusely on both sides of the runway.

Han Feng was the last to leave the combat airspace.

He drove the "gray donkey" and aimed it at runway number seven.

His mastery of the "Sword Control Technique" allowed him to control the fighter jet at will.

The metal body, weighing over ten tons, did not sway at all in the night wind.

The moment the slide rail touched the ground, not even a slight frictional sound was made, and it came to a steady stop on the camera position.

Ground staff member Lao Zhang immediately pushed the tanker truck and rushed over.

Han Feng disconnected the engine's psionic connection, unbuckled his seatbelt, and prepared to disembark to retrieve a mid-level recovery potion.

The instant his foot touched the metal footplate at the bottom of the cabin, a sudden, extremely strong sense of danger came from beneath his feet!

【Spiritual Vision】The field of vision penetrates the bottom of the cabin and the rough concrete ground of the tarmac.

Deep underground, a massive, suffocating ball of dark red energy, brimming with violence and malice, is surging.

It was breaking through the rock layer at an extremely terrifying speed, its target being the group of pilots who had just landed!

This is no ordinary burrowing monster. Its aura is exactly the same as the blood gu in that gaunt evil man's body, but its size and strength are hundreds or thousands of times greater!

"Get off the runway!"

Han Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the microphone from the communications channel.

"There's something underground! Get off the runway immediately!!!"