High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 86 The runway is destroyed, and everyone is stranded!

Han Feng's voice boomed through the full-frequency channel, but amidst the deafening roar of the engines and the howls of the beast horde, it was still half a second too late.

The 1-kilometer-long, wide runway in the center of the tarmac arched upwards without warning.

The originally smooth, high-strength cement floor has been severely deformed, with large cracks spreading wildly in all directions.

A massive black ravine, hundreds of meters long and nearly five meters wide, was blasted open in the very center of the runway.

Three enormous second-tier "Digging Demon Insects" squeezed out of the crack.

These creatures are covered in thick, grayish-brown carapaces, and their forelimbs have evolved into two robust, serrated scythes.

As soon as they appeared, their huge scythe-like forelegs began to slash and destroy everything around them.

At gate number five, a Yu-Chi fighter jet, freshly refueled and fully armed with armor-piercing high-explosive rounds, is preparing to taxi onto the main runway.

The moment the ground collapsed, the fighter jet's right landing gear was suspended in mid-air, and the metal fuselage weighing more than ten tons tilted violently to the right.

The right wing slammed heavily onto the rough concrete debris, and the wingtip burst into a large, blinding burst of sparks from the intense friction.

The main load-bearing beam emitted a piercing metallic cracking sound, and the entire wing was scrapped on the spot.

The cockpit canopy was ejected in an emergency, and the pilot from the Sharp Sword Society was thrown high into the air with his parachute, narrowly avoiding a serrated scythe swung by a demonic insect.

"Fire! Open fire!"

Inside the control tower, Deputy Director Zhou Ping stared at the wrecked fighter jets and the completely destroyed runway, his face flushed red. He grabbed the communicator and roared at the top of his lungs.

The four "Fire Rain" close-in weapon turrets, located on the high walls surrounding the tarmac, immediately received the highest firing order from the control tower.

The muzzles of all four six-barreled 20mm psionic cannons were simultaneously lowered.

The deafening sounds of firing continued in unison.

A crossfire network of thousands of armor-piercing rounds per minute directly covered the area in the center of the runway.

Faced with this close-range firepower specifically designed to target heavy armor, the thick shell of the second-tier demonic insect was completely unable to withstand it.

After a barrage of metallic projectiles lasting over ten seconds, the three Tier 2 Digging Demon Insects were reduced to a pile of minced meat and oozing green acid, and then fell silent.

The gunfire ceased.

The tarmac was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the burnt smell of high explosives.

Zhang Hao jumped out of his car and rushed to the edge of the track.

He stared at the huge ravine that stretched across the entire takeoff area, his face extremely grim.

The middle of the runway was completely cut off.

From the hangar entrance to the edge of the crack, the remaining intact road surface is less than 120 meters long.

This is a deadly distance.

Even with all weapons removed and only half a tank of fuel, the minimum takeoff distance for the "Peregrine" series of fighter jets is still 200 meters.

Now the entire crew is fully fueled and loaded; they can't even lift the nose of the plane without a 300-meter run.

Forcing a takeoff will only lead to one outcome.

Before the nose of the aircraft can even lift up, the aircraft and its crew will plunge headfirst into that five-meter-wide crevice.

Then detonate the full load of ammunition, blowing the bodies to smithereens.

Wang Meng ran over breathlessly, and after seeing the situation, he kicked the tire next to him hard. The force was so great that the fighter jet, which weighed tens of tons, shook.

"Damn it! These bastards really know how to pick their timing!"

Wang Meng yelled and cursed, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"The fighter jets are all stuck in their positions; how can they take off to provide cover?"

Gu Yun stood next to her "Crimson Witch," her face full of irritation.

His fighter jet had just undergone a full set of maintenance, but now it could only stand there like a pile of metal, and this feeling of being unable to use his strength made him pace back and forth in frustration.

Han Feng stood not far away, not looking at the remains of the demonic beasts.

He has kept his [Spiritual Vision] talent active.

In the higher-dimensional perception, the moment the three demonic insects were shattered.

The extremely cold and violent dark red energy that was originally attached to their bodies did not dissipate with the death of the host.

The malevolent aura of energy suddenly contracted, following the direction of the earth's veins.

It slipped extremely smoothly and burrowed back deep underground, completely escaping the radar and close-in weapon system's locking range.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze.

This was definitely not an attack by a wild monster.

The characteristics of that chilling energy were the same as those of the blood gu on the blood-feeding cultist who was killed three days ago.

There must be a high-ranking cultist lurking and controlling them from the shadows.

The other side's objective was very clear: it wasn't about killing a lot of people on the tarmac.

Instead, it precisely and completely destroyed the runway at the critical moment when the Sharp Sword Squad was landing for resupply.

Completely eliminate air superiority over the entire Golden Harvest Farm.

At the same time, on the main battlefield to the west of the farm.

Lei Zhen controlled the nearly three-thousand-ton [Black Bear] armor, and the huge hydraulic power clamp on the left arm suddenly popped out, firmly clamping the neck of a second-tier armored rhinoceros that was over five meters long.

"Die!" Lei Zhen roared in the cockpit, unleashing his full power of true energy at the peak of the Qi Opening Realm.

The hydraulic lines of the power clamp bulged high.

A dull, cracking sound rang out as the armored rhinoceros's hard head, impenetrable even by armor-piercing bullets, was crushed and its brain matter gushed out through the gaps in its armor.

Lei Zhen casually tossed aside the rhinoceros's massive carcass, and the six-barreled Vulcan cannon on his right arm roared once more, sweeping the dozen or so Wind Blade Wolves that rushed up to fill the gap into mincemeat.

Behind him, the shield formation composed of fifty [Iron Wall-IV] units remained as stable as Mount Tai.

Battalion Commander Wang Defa led hundreds of ground guards, relying on composite alloy walls and high-voltage electric fences, to firmly pin the beast tide to the defensive line 300 meters away.

The firepower was extremely dense. The casualty figures of the beast tide were rising sharply.

Following this tactic, as long as the ammunition supply keeps up, if they hold out for another half hour, these tens of thousands of cannon fodder monsters will be completely exhausted.

But Lei Zhen's unease grew stronger and stronger.

Sure enough, Zhou Ping's voice, filled with barely suppressed panic, broke through the command channel.

"Chief of the minefield! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhou Ping's voice trembled slightly, "Fire has broken out simultaneously in the core wheat field areas numbered three, five, and seven!"

"What did you say?"

Lei Zhen abruptly stopped, maneuvering his Black Bear Armor to smash a mutated wild boar aside, his gaze instantly sweeping towards the tactical display screen.

The wide-area surveillance footage was switched to the main screen.

In the night sky, more than a dozen extremely sensitive flying heat sources appeared in what should have been a safe airspace outside the farm's air defense network.

These heat sources remain at an altitude of three or four kilometers, constantly hovering.

With the help of a high-powered night vision probe, Lei Zhen could see that they were more than a dozen figures draped in black robes.

They rode on the backs of domesticated, mutated black-winged bats, throwing some kind of specially made Molotov cocktails downwards.

The glass bottle shattered in the field full of ripe amethyst wheat.

The amethyst wheat already contains extremely high spiritual energy. This specially made viscous burning liquid immediately triggers a violent spiritual energy explosion upon contact with the wheat stalks.

The flames were an eerie purplish-red color, and water could not extinguish them. Driven by the night wind, the fire was spreading at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Where are the anti-aircraft gun arrays? Why aren't they being shot down!" Lei Zhen roared in the channel.

"I can't hit it!"

Zhou Ping slammed his fist on the table in frustration, “The enemy is stuck in the blind spot of the anti-aircraft gun’s elevation angle and at the edge of its effective range!”

After throwing the Molotov cocktails, they pulled up and left, making it impossible for radar fire control to lock onto such small and highly mobile targets!

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Lei Zhen slammed his hand heavily on the control panel of the battle armor.

Purple Crystal Wheat is a strategic resource for the East Sea Fortress City and represents the culmination of the farm's hard work over the past six months.

If it's burned down, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Donghai City will run out of food next year.

Without the highly maneuverable Peregrine Falcon fighters of the Sharp Sword Squad to take off and drive them away, these cultists riding bats could burn the farm's hard work to ashes bit by bit.

"A diversionary tactic!"

Lei Zhen stared intently at the firelight on the screen with his bloodshot eyes, and all the clues in his mind instantly connected.

These scum of the Blood Feeding Cult have hatched an extremely vicious and open conspiracy.

A beast tide of tens of thousands of low-level monsters held the farm's core "Ironclad Camp" firmly at the west gate.

Destroy the runway and pin the Air Force to the tarmac.

Now they're setting fire to wheat fields.

If we don't fight the fire, all the food will be destroyed.

If troops are diverted to fight the fire, the farm's already stretched defenses will be completely depleted.

The price these cultists paid was merely some worthless low-level demonic beasts and a dozen or so broken bats!

Lei Zhen clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound.

He was certain that the other party had gone to such lengths not simply to cause damage.

The true target of these cultists is hidden in the core of Jinshui Farm, which is currently the weakest defensive area!

"All units of the Ironclad Battalion, listen to my command!"

Lei Zhen decisively issued the order, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Not a single step back! Fight to the death at Ximen! Not a single demonic beast is allowed into the farm!"

"Zhou Ping, get all the logistics personnel up there to dig firebreaks! If the fire can't be extinguished, cut off its path!"

On the tarmac, the tactical tablet displayed Lei Zhen's communication commands and images of the fire in the wheat field in real time.

Zhang Hao stared at the rapidly spreading sea of ​​fire on the screen, his brows furrowed tightly.

Those cultists riding mutated bats were still recklessly throwing Molotov cocktails, their arrogance reaching its peak.

"Captain, are we just going to stand by and watch these bastards burn our money?"

Wang Meng was so anxious that he spun around in place and reached out to grab the heavy alloy battle axe hanging at his waist.

"I led my men to the outer perimeter and blasted them down with shoulder-fired missiles!"

"The distance is too far; you can't accurately hit flying creatures with a shoulder-mounted weapon."

Zhang Hao shook his head, glanced at the less than 120-meter-long intact track, and suppressed his anxiety.

"If the fighter jets can't get up there, we have no countermeasures on the ground."

The only way to contain this fire is for ground troops to dig and bury it.

Gu Yun's face turned ashen, and he slammed his fist on the ammunition cart next to him.

"Without air superiority, it's just a matter of being passively attacked."

The pilots remained silent.

They are the best, but with the runway destroyed and the physical limitations imposed by it, no matter how high their martial arts level or how good their skills, they cannot fight against aerial targets a few kilometers away.

Just when the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

Han Feng walked forward, glanced at the abandoned tanker truck, and then turned to stare at the pitifully short section of the runway.

He quickly calculated in his mind the bonus of the [Sword Control Technique], the total amount of Qi and Blood at the late stage of the eighth level of Body Tempering, and the maximum explosive power that his sword bones, which had just transformed to 45%, could withstand.

A few seconds later, he turned around and looked at Zhang Hao.

"Captain, 120 meters is enough."

Zhang Hao suddenly raised his head, his gaze instantly sharpening.

Wang Meng and Gu Yun also turned their heads in unison, looking at him in disbelief.

Han Feng walked to his "Grey Donkey" support aircraft, patted the heavy armor skin, and said in an extremely calm tone: "Remove the auxiliary fuel tanks on both wings and the excess armor, leaving only the main gun and a box of armor-piercing incendiary shells."

He pointed to the black-robed figures circling in the night sky.

"Five minutes later, I went up and killed all those arsonist flies."