Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

He remained at a relatively far position outside the formation, patrolling along the predetermined route.

The target hilltop has come into view.

It was a mountain with lush vegetation, and several classical-style buildings could be seen on the top of the mountain.

With its gray tiles, white walls, and upturned eaves, it is no different from ordinary Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries in the East.

"Target acquired. Bomber crew, prepare for first dive bombing."

The lead pilot's voice came through the headset.

Koizumi Jiro pulled up the control stick, causing the fighter jet to climb slightly and gain a more advantageous observation position.

He glanced at the altimeter: 1,800 meters.

At this distance, even if there were anti-aircraft machine guns on the hilltop, they wouldn't pose a threat.

Besides, in this desolate place, those idiots probably only have bows and arrows to fight the air.

Everything went smoothly.

The smooth progress... made Koizumi Jiro somewhat uneasy.

Koizumi Jiro suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and turned his attention back to airspace vigilance.

However, just as the bomber crew began their dive, preparing to drop the bombs under their wings—

The seemingly ordinary hilltop below suddenly changed its appearance.

The exterior walls and roofs of the classical buildings on the mountaintop seemed to be flipping, deforming, and recombining as if they were alive!

The tiles and wood receded like a tide, revealing the silver-gray metal structure beneath.

In the blink of an eye, the entire complex has been completely transformed into a metal fortress with sharp edges and a cold, hard luster!

Even more alarming, several large radar-like devices were simultaneously raised from several locations on the top of the fortress.

Each of those radars was pointing towards the sky, rapidly adjusting its angle.

what is that?

Radar? How could the East have such a thing?

And...why didn't I see anything before? A mirage?

Koizumi Jiro's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.

Before he could figure out what these radars were for...

Suddenly, a blinding light shone from the center of those radars!

It was broad daylight, but the light was so intense that it was as if several miniature suns were burning on the mountaintop, so bright that it hurt people's eyes!

"What is that?!"

A surprised exclamation came through the earpiece.

next moment--

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several beams of bright white light shot out from the center of the radar, soaring straight into the sky!

The beam of light traveled at an extremely high speed, so fast that its trajectory was almost impossible to detect, leaving only a few fleeting streaks of light in the air.

Each beam of light was precisely aimed at a bomber that was diving or about to drop its bombs!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!"

The lead pilot roared in a stern voice.

But it was too late.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The beam of light easily penetrated the metal skin of the machine, leaving a burn hole the size of a bowl.

The one that hit the engine immediately exploded into a fireball;

A hit on the fuel tank would directly cause a violent explosion;

The aircraft struck the cockpit, and the pilot didn't even have time to scream before he and the plane were reduced to burning fragments!

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

One explosion after another rang out in the air, puffs of black and red smoke bloomed, and shattered aircraft and limbs fell like rain.

Koizumi Jiro felt ice-cold all over his body, his fingers gripping the control stick tightly.

He was quite far away, and the moment he saw the beam of light, almost instinctively, he pressed down on the control stick, causing the fighter jet to roll sharply to the side!

A beam of bright white light grazed the wing!

laugh--

The area on the outer side of the wing that was grazed instantly melted, leaving a charred hole. Melted aluminum dripped down, revealing the twisted internal frame.

Koizumi Jiro's heart pounded, and his flight suit was soaked with cold sweat.

Just a hair's breadth away... If that beam of light had been just half a meter off, it would have been right in the cockpit!

He dared not linger for a moment, pulling the stick frantically to lift the fighter jet to an even higher altitude.

It immediately turned, pushed the engine thrust to maximum, and fled wildly in the direction it came from!

The headphones were already in complete chaos, filled with screams, shouts, curses, and static.

He heard his colleagues shouting, "Retreat! Retreat at full speed!" and he also heard the dying cries abruptly stop.

Twelve fighter jets, nine bombers, and three fighter planes.

Everyone except him was hit by that strange beam of light.

Twelve explosions and twelve bursts of fireworks turned the sky blood red.

Koizumi Jiro didn't even dare to look back, his eyes fixed straight ahead, with only one thought in his mind:

escape!

Run!

Sanyi Gate, Main Peak Observation Platform.

Cui Ming put down the binoculars in his hand and looked at Zhang Xuan, who was jumping down from the cockpit of the central fortress.

Zhang Xuan walked over quickly, her face showing some embarrassment and annoyance, and cupped her hands in greeting.

"Master Cui, I'm sorry... I missed one. That guy was too cunning; he was really far away."

"The beam only grazed the wing, failing to cause fatal damage, and he got away."

Cui Ming remained calm, showing no sign of blame, and simply nodded slightly.

"It's alright."

He gazed at the dissipating black smoke and the scattered debris, and spoke slowly.

"Just right."

"Let the Japanese devils understand—"

"We are not to be trifled with."

Zuo Ruotong stood to one side, gazing at the lingering smoke in the air.

He looked down at the Sanyi Gate Hall on the mountaintop, which had been restored to its classical appearance, and remained silent for a long time.

A mountain breeze blew by, ruffling his gray hair.

He finally shook his head, and a sharp glint slowly appeared on his aged face.

"Next."

Zuo Ruotong asked.

"Shouldn't they send someone with supernatural abilities soon?"

Cui Ming closed his folding fan and turned his gaze to the distant mountain path.

"Ah."

"I suppose...we won't have to wait too long."

Chapter 230 The Espionage Wars of the Extraordinary (4k)

Twelve fighter jets were destroyed by the beam turret, with several of them disintegrating in mid-air.

Burning fragments trailed black smoke as they scattered like meteors, carrying smoke and flames as they drifted into the mountains and ravines surrounding the Trinity Gate.

A series of loud noises followed, and the ground shook.

Trees were broken, rocks were shattered, and some of the debris that landed nearby even ignited vegetation, sending up plumes of thick smoke.

Fortunately, the area around Sanyi Gate was sparsely populated. Since the Quanxing attacked the mountain, their momentum was so great that ordinary people and passing merchants had long avoided it, and there were no houses or farmhouses within several miles.

This also eliminates concerns about harming innocent people.

Cui Ming stood on the observation platform, his gaze sweeping over the scattered, burning remains, his brows furrowing slightly.

With a thought, the various puppets scattered throughout the mountains responded.

The lurking spider emerged from the shadows, using all eight legs to move swiftly toward the nearest point of fire.

They spray out wire mesh carrying fire extinguishing powder to cover the burning area and suppress the fire.

The larger stone lion guardian golems strode heavily toward the larger metal fragments.

They dragged it together with great force, or pushed it directly into a nearby stream or pool, hissing white smoke rising up.

More small reconnaissance puppets, shaped like flying birds, took to the air, hovering at low altitudes to mark the location and status of each crash site, and providing real-time feedback of the information.

The brothers Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai, along with several disciples of the Divine Machine Alliance, also went down the mountain to help clear the wreckage of the warplanes.

They carried mechanical arms that could quickly break down larger pieces of debris and pack them into their sacs.

The cleanup operation was launched quickly.