Chapter 42 Major General Lin’s Pre-War Condolences
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At first, the scenery on the two-seater fighter attracted Lin Luo. Relying on his extraordinary physical strength, he leaned casually against the cockpit cover and looked out.
Ten thousand meters in the sky, thin and transparent clouds passed by rapidly below him. Using the Eye of True Sight, the tall buildings under the wings were as small as long, fine hairs. This was a height he had never reached.
But after looking at them for a long time, these scenes seem monotonous.
On both sides of him, hundreds of speeding fighter planes were neatly arranged, and the roar of their engines could be heard by his ears.
After the transformation to the fourth stage, the body was extremely sensitive to the five senses, so the sound seemed a bit harsh to Lin Luo.
"Lin... General Lin," the pilot in the front seat suddenly said, "Excuse me, how old are you?"
Lin Luo was stunned for a moment: "Eighteen years old, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just can't believe it. Your rank is really..." the pilot stammered.
"Does it look fake?" Lin Luo said with a smile, "Actually, I also feel it's a bit magical. Two days ago, I was just a student."
This is like a fucking dream!
"You were still a student two days ago?" The pilot was shocked, and then he couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Is he the son of a consortium?
Other people's fighter planes carry strong people, but you only carry a young man. What else can you do except waste resources?
He is a level 17 professional. Although he cannot see Lin Luo's strength clearly, it is not difficult to guess that this Major General Lin is at most level three.
The pilot thought to himself, "I hope this operation goes smoothly. If he dies, there's no guarantee that the consortium won't come after his family."
It's already this time, and these financial groups still want to send their children here to gild their reputations?
"The entire Southern Xinjiang theater knows that General Xia will lead a team to support Southern Xinjiang and help us break through the space rift." The pilot said tactfully, "But even if Southern Xinjiang and the Central Plains are combined, there are only about 400 fourth-level masters in total.
This number of fourth-tier troops would be insufficient on the front lines, and might not be able to protect you."
"It's okay, I don't need anyone to protect me." Lin Luo understood the meaning of the pilot's words, but didn't care.
Lin Luo channeled his mental energy to block out the roar of the fighter's engine. He pressed the communicator beside his ear and asked Xiahou Xuan, "How many alien beasts have escaped from the space rifts in the southern border region?"
The pilot noticed that the roar of the fighter plane suddenly disappeared and looked at Lin Luo in confusion.
What a strong mental power!
Xiahou Xuan looked at the trapped pilot plane and passed an electronic document to Lin Luo. He said, "According to low-Earth satellite monitoring, the military has confirmed a total of 735 fourth-level alien beasts, and 8 elite fourth-level alien beasts. The Southern Xinjiang Sky Patrol Team is tracking and investigating."
Lin Luo browsed the tactical panel and noticed a word: "Elite level?"
"Well, elite level is our name for the beasts that are good at hiding." Xiahou Xuan said with a heavy heart: "There were originally 9 of them, but after entering the Vast Sea Star, their bodies shrank several times.
These shrunken fourth-tier beasts were hiding in residential buildings. We lost three combat teams before we successfully hunted them down. Now there are only eight left."
"Is there any level four member in the combat team?" Lin Luo asked.
"Yes, there is a fourth-level leader, and the other nine are all high-level third-level." After Xiahou Xuan finished speaking, the channel was silent for a long time.
There will always be sacrifices in war, especially when thermal weapons cannot pose a threat to fourth-level creatures, human lives are needed.
The setting sun was filled with sunset glow, and a city filled with smoke came into view. Tank troops were guarding the Xunan City Central Airport, and fighter planes began to descend.
"The Empire will remember the dedication of every soldier." Xiahou Xuan said slowly in the public channel: "You have only one mission: hunt down the roaming fourth-level monsters!"
"yes!"
Lin Luo frowned and asked in the private channel: "What should we do about the space crack?"
"The Empire is ready to give this mission to you," Xiahou Xuan said, "You will choose the team members."
"Including you?"
"I don't mind calling you captain if you need me to."
Lin Luo paused for a moment and said, "Forget it. It's much more appropriate for you to stay on the battlefield and command, rather than follow me into the space rift."
"Looks like I can't call Captain Lin anymore." Xiahou Xuan smiled and said, "Let Staff Officer He follow you. She's very capable in providing support."
"Well, then it's her."
"Not choosing anyone else?"
Lin Luo said: "No need, it's hard to protect too many."
Xiahou Xuan was stunned for a moment: "Only you have the confidence to say such things."
"General Xia, you're not bad either." Lin Luo was about to give a compliment when his eyes suddenly turned sharp. "Here are the experience points. Do you want some?"
"Strange beast?"
"You guessed it right, but there is no reward. It seems you don't need it, so I have to take it." Lin Luo signaled the pilot to hover the fighter in the air, and he opened the canopy and flew out with the box.
Xiahou Xuan looked in the direction where Lin Luo had left and found that nearly a thousand strange beasts flew out from the building complex several miles away, including more than ten fourth-level strange beasts.
When did they come here?
Xiahou Xuan was startled and quickly flew out of the cockpit, puzzled, "How did the strange beast evade radar detection? With multiple radars at the forward base operating in rotation, there's no way there's a blind spot!"
"Spiritual barrier, there must be some beasts with high spiritual power talent in this group of beasts." The sword box behind Lin Luo opened, and the sword was wrapped in golden sword thought.
The fourth level of Wanjian Guizong only requires 100,000 experience points, so Lin Luo naturally upgraded it early.
The pilot who picked up Lin Luo hesitated and said, "General Xia, Major General Lin..."
Wu Qi wiped his giant axe and interrupted, "Don't worry about him, Wang Tang. Your Sky Patrol team will land later with the Level 4 without flying skills. We'll go clear the area first."
Someone laughed and said, "That's right, we can't let Major General Lin eat all the food alone, at least leave some soup for us."
"I think... your 'soup' should be gone too." He Zixin noticed the red ball of light in Lin Luo's hand and said with a smile, "Maybe there's still some meat to eat."
Soon, the aftermath of the explosion hit the surrounding high-rise buildings, shattering the already limited amount of tempered glass that remained.
The smell of burning was carried away by the wind, and Lin Luo's long sword, carrying a crispy outside and tender inside Nian Yu bird, returned to the crowd.
Lin Luo ignored the resentful looks from the crowd and smiled: "Here, the meat you requested, as a pre-war gift."
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