Near the Yiling Dam, there used to be a small village along the river. Now the villagers have moved and live in newly built small buildings next to it. With the completion of the dam, these villagers will make a lot of money from the tourism wave.
The bowl is full.
The few people from Kassel finally saw China's preparations for this operation. The exaggerated quantities of ammunition of various colors, artillery positions hundreds of kilometers away, and various depth bombs dwarfed the small pistols in their hands.
In the original plan, the heaviest weapon prepared by Professor Mance was a storm torpedo, which was an uncharged version. But now that he saw China's equipment, he understood why China had been opposed to his plan.
"Are these people all mixed races?" Mance looked at the soldiers coming and going in the camp.
"No, most of them don't have dragon blood," Ye Sheng shook his head: "They are just like us, they are all dragon-slaying warriors."
"I don't understand, how do you solve Long Wei's problem?" Mance asked
The dragons in this world also have dragon power, but unlike Ender's, which is more magical, according to the secret party's research, it should be that the dragons release some kind of pheromones, which stimulates the human body to trigger a fear response.
"China has some of its own methods, and it is not difficult to overcome Longwei." Ye Sheng explained: "And according to China's plan, we will first drop a round of depth bombs from bombers,
Then the vehicle-mounted artillery position a hundred kilometers away launched the first round of shelling.
Then the artillery anti-aircraft gun position fifty kilometers away launched a second round of shelling.
Then the third round of mortar fire two kilometers away was launched. By the time we were face to face with the dragon, the shells had already bombarded several rounds, and the pressure on the soldiers would be much less."
"Can the dam hold up?" Mance looked at the magnificent super project in the distance: "The Bronze City is so close. If it is bombed wantonly, there will be problems."
The next day, the Chinese activated the alchemy array in the dam and conducted another round of strength tests on the dam. Professor Mance was stunned when he saw the dam standing firm under the gunfire.
"It's impossible. There is absolutely no alchemy circle that can do this." As a professor of alchemical mechanics, Mance knew very well where the limits of alchemy are: "You must have cheated."
"This is China's unique technology," Ye Sheng explained: "I can't disclose the specific details, but it has strong protection against flames and impacts, so we can attack boldly with confidence."
In fact, Professor Mance is not wrong. No one knows alchemy better than him, but it is a pity that he does not know magic.
After seeing the Chinese firepower, Professor Mance no longer mentioned his past plan, but turned around and led his team to participate in the research work of Bronze City. This ancient alchemy machine made the old professor shout
It's enjoyable, quite enjoyable and makes you forget about driving.
Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the classroom of Kassel College, also hoped that Professor Mance would not come back. He was currently taking Professor Mance's Alchemy Mechanics course, but since Professor Mance was away on business, the teaching task fell naturally.
fell on his students.
"We can see that this is the simplest alchemical mechanical unit." On the podium, a red-haired figure was explaining the small object in her hand: "The main body is made of bronze and silver, and is pre-prepared with a mercury solution.
Through the loop.”
Chen Motong took the alchemy unit and showed the structure of this thing to the junior students in the audience. There was no way, Professor Mans ran to China with his entire team, including the graduate Serge who had just come to intern.
Even Ma was spared, leaving only Chen Motong, the poor junior sister.
It's a pity that I am only a sophomore in college, so I have to stand on the podium and give lectures.
Fortunately, Nono was experienced and looked decent on the podium. For the students below, it was obviously much better to let the beautiful girl teach than the stubborn old man Professor Mance.
In the bell tower of the college, two people were watching the lecture, especially Lu Mingfei's reaction.
"It can be seen that our S-class obviously has some affection for Nono, but that's it. I said Ender, you are too nervous. Which man can refuse a beautiful girl?" The vice principal drank wine and said
Observing Lu Mingfei's reaction.
"I checked the girl's bloodline and found no problem," Ander rubbed his temples with a headache: "But there must be something wrong with that child."
"Everyone in this world has some problems. You can't treat that child like this just because the Chen family owes you money." The vice principal shook his head. He just felt that Ander was a little too careful.
"Nicholas, did you have any special feeling when you saw Chen Motong?" Ander asked.
"I think every pretty girl will react. Even though I'm over a hundred years old, I'm still invincible." The vice-principal patted his belly in a show-off manner: "I don't think Chen Motong is anything special.
It’s a pity that she’s a little out of shape. If she were bigger, she might be more to my liking.”
"I will keep an eye on her," Ender looked at the red-haired girl on the screen: "I hope nothing happens."
"Don't be too nervous, come and have a drink." The vice-principal took out a bottle of whiskey and poured Ander a glass: "This is my treasure. It has been fermented on the sea for half a year, and the flavor is even better."
The two clinked glasses, and Ander took out a dagger: "This is the dagger that guy held in his hand before. Look at the quality."
The vice-principal held the dagger wrapped in a handkerchief and looked at the sharp blade carefully. The dagger was about twelve feet long with the handle. The handle had a lot of beautiful decorations, and the blade was also curved.
"It has little actual value in combat," the vice-principal frowned: "This does not seem to be a dagger, but more similar to a sacrificial knife used in sacrifices."
"If my guess is correct, the target of those guys is Angers. To deal with him, we need to send out the speedster whose spirit is Setsuna." Ender recalled the previous situation.
"It seems that they regard this as a sacrifice, using Angers' blood to sacrifice their gods." The vice principal nodded: "Only cultists who are not clear-headed would make such a plan."
As the strongest sword of the secret party, Angers is not something that such a person can kill even though he has rarely used it in recent years.
"Cults, drugs, these guys are going back more and more now." Ander shook his head: "We haven't found their lair for so many years, which means one thing."
"They are hidden in the Nibelungs," the vice-principal continued, "I really want to see that, the highest masterpiece of alchemy."
"There's nothing interesting to see. Angers and I have both seen it. It's not interesting at all."
"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it and waste it." The vice-principal covered his heart, looking heartbroken: "Such a big, ownerless Nibelung, and you actually blew him up."
Just as Ender was about to say something, a mechanical female voice came from the side: "Mr. Ender, the No. 1 target you marked is parked in a church on the outskirts of Chicago."
"It seems that our target is still awake and did not run back to the nest," Ender said with some regret: "Then he can only be used as prey to train our young dragons."