Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 164 Delay, Breakthrough

At this moment, a large bird with crimson feathers flapped its wings and darted among the thick branches and leaves.

Finally, it landed on the top of the tallest tree, which looked like a giant tree touching the clouds.

Then it transformed back into human form and squatted on the branch on its shoulder.

He took the bow and arrows off his back, then drew the arrows from the quiver at his waist and nocked them on the bowstring.

With keen eyes, he looked into the distance at a dark figure that was steadily approaching.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, you can do it!"

He muttered to himself to encourage himself as he slowly drew back the bow.

He tilted his head, closed one eye, and aimed at the approaching black helicopter a hundred meters away.

"3, 2, 1... Go!"

As soon as the arrow was shot, the originally ordinary arrow suddenly burst into flames at the tip.

It then flew in a parabola straight toward the helicopter that was being targeted and was closest to it.

Perhaps by sheer luck, the helicopter slightly changed direction during its flight.

And that's exactly what happened—it just happened to hit the arrow.

The arrow grazed the propeller and struck the tail of the plane.

The helicopter, amidst flashing red lights and swishing black smoke, crashed into the lush woodland beside it.

"Huh?...Yeah!"

"...That was a perfect catch!"

With a successful strike, Suzaku jumped up and gave a thumbs-up in the direction the plane crashed.

However, this attack alerted the other approaching helicopters, which began to advance in irregular, overlapping trajectories as cover.

This caused Suzaku's subsequent sniping attempts to miss.

Next, several helicopters approached within attack range and spotted the Vermilion Bird perched on a conspicuous branch.

Then, the machine gun, suspended below, began to rotate and preheat.

next second.

A series of deafening explosions followed one after another.

Having noticed this scene long ago, Suzaku leaned back and quickly fell to the ground.

The person turned in mid-air and transformed into a red bird, soaring into the dense forest below, which resembled a city wall.

The next moment, a barrage of fire from several helicopters snapped the tree, which was tens of meters tall, in half.

They then followed the falling figure and fired a burst of shots at the dense woodland below.

However, compared to a single, thin tree, the trees below are unusually dense.

Even with the penetrating power and destructive force of a large-caliber machine gun, after piercing through several plants, it can only dissipate the kinetic energy and is unlikely to pose a threat to the people inside.

This was clearly visible to the remaining five commanders who were stationed at the rear of the formation, from an aerial perspective.

They directly ordered the helicopters to cease fire via the command channel.

"Cease the attack, increase altitude and survey the ravine! Focus on search and rescue!"

"Roger that!"

Inside the helicopter, the Special Operations Bureau agent in control responded to the instructions.

The helicopter quickly climbed to a higher altitude, and the bird's-eye view of the mountain valley was transmitted back to the command vehicle at the rear.

The commanders inside the vehicle also frowned deeply.

When we first arrived nearby, we didn't think much of it when we saw that the entrance to the mountain stream was blocked by trees.

With the spiritual energy revival going on for so long, all sorts of abilities have emerged, so it's not unreasonable for them to cause trees to grow.

But now, looking down over the entire ravine, I realized the thorny situation behind it all.

Judging from the dense canopy, the forest blocking the mountain stream is incredibly dense.

At first glance, you can't see the ground at all; it's all trees upon trees, layer upon layer, like a city wall.

Looking further in, what should have been a rocky desert was now filled with lush greenery.

The towering tree canopies, like floating green carpets, completely covered the mountain stream, making it impossible to see anything inside.

This also means that if the location of the target that needs to be rescued cannot be determined, then it is naturally impossible to open fire and break the tree canopy.

Otherwise, if you accidentally kill the person you're trying to rescue, you'll make a fool of yourself.

"Hiss~ These guys are being way too cautious. What should we do now? We can't fight them, and we can't get past them head-on."

The robust old man, with a full head of white hair and beard, clicked his tongue in distress and then raised his rough hand to scribble wildly on his head.

You could feel his agitation and anxiety just from his actions.

The other four looked at each other, unable to find an answer to his question.

The only option was to issue an order for helicopters to monitor from the air, prohibiting them from firing, and to wait for subsequent ground troops to arrive.

"The helicopters should cease fire and focus on reconnaissance, while the ground troops will attempt a breakthrough once they reach the ravine."

"Received!"×6
Teams from various state governments responded one after another.

And now.

The first group of teams had already arrived at the pebbly riverbank.

Leopard Man, still in his half-beast form, jumped off the roof of the vehicle, looked up at the suddenly appearing green city wall, and even felt a little dizzy.

The trees were densely packed, layer upon layer, all ridiculously tall.

"They said to try to break through, but how do we do that? Dig in? Do we have any here that have awakened into woodpeckers or pangolins?"

As he spoke, the leopard man turned around to look at his teammates behind him and the other squads that were gradually approaching from a distance.

Clearly, there are no such awakened individuals.

Just as the leopard man was looking around, an eight-wheeled troop carrier that was following closely behind screeched to a halt to the side.

The cow-shaped man, who was also sitting on the roof of the car, rolled over and landed with his big belly.

He looked up at the towering green wall before him, blinked, and said, "Moo... Oh my god, what do we do? Chop it down bit by bit?"

Upon hearing this, the leopard man shook his head, picked up the grenade launcher mounted on the vehicle, and fired a shot towards the dense forest in the distance.

"Boom~"

With a muffled thud, a small grenade, trailing a trail of smoke, crashed into a wall of trees several meters high.

"boom!"

An explosion was heard, and wood chips and smoke flew everywhere.

When the wind blew it away, a hole the size of a water tank appeared on the tree wall.

The yellowish-white wood shavings at the break were charred black.

Looking up, the gap, as big as a water tank, looked like a minor surgical wound to the entire city wall.

"Sigh... I guess I'll have to do manual labor now."

The leopard man sighed and told his team to pick up various explosives and start cutting down trees.

Other teams that arrived later also joined the wall-breaking operation.

Strong, destructive operators were deployed to the front, launching a frenzied attack amidst flying wood chips.

Operators with ranged abilities or armed with guns provide support from the sidelines.

After drilling to a certain depth, explosives and other explosive materials are removed and detonated.

The dense wooden structure acts like composite armor, capable of absorbing a large amount of explosive force.

This has reduced directional explosives, which were originally capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, to a means of creating small spaces.

Moreover, among the closely joined tree stumps, there are some trees that were suspended in the air and failed to fuse during their growth.

It collapsed suddenly during excavation, causing some casualties.

Fortunately, the firefighter who previously ambushed and shot down the helicopter did not reappear.

Otherwise, the enemy will take advantage of their mobility, while our long-range firepower will be hesitant and timid, launching surprise attacks from time to time, which will only slow down our progress.

The five commanders not far away frowned as they looked at the scene before them, which resembled a construction site or a mining operation.

"How long will this take? In my opinion, wouldn't it be better to just go around it, or climb over the mountains on either side?"

A robust old man with white hair and beard stood impatiently in front of the car.

The Special Operations Bureau officer's uniform, bulging from his explosive muscles, looked at the progress with great dissatisfaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, four colleagues glanced at him strangely, and then one of them spoke up to remind him.

"It's not that simple. The mountains on both sides are made of rock, and it's harder to cut through them than to cut through timber."

"Moreover, the mountain is so steep that, apart from some awakened demon beasts who are good at climbing, most people would probably need to wear climbing locks to get up there."

"At that time, it will be just like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather. There were fire magic cultivators who could use bows and arrows before, and they were taken down one by one with an arrow, weren't they?"

After saying that, he glanced at the old man next to him who was a head taller than him and added.

"As for going around it, that's even more difficult."

“We can still take a mountain path to get here, but there is a dense forest around the mountain. Making a temporary route will inevitably slow down the time and lengthen the formation.”

"It is vulnerable to attack, and it may not be faster than breaking through a wooden wall head-on."

After saying this, the anxious white-haired old man crossed his arms, turned his head away, and snorted coldly.

They clearly understood.

However, he was still somewhat indignant, speaking as if he were picking a fight.

"So what are you planning to do? Just let the operators dig it in bit by bit? Who knows how thick this wall is, 10 meters, 20 meters? We'll be digging until noon tomorrow!"

In response to this barrage of criticism, the commander who had spoken earlier did not reply immediately, but instead raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.

Then he continued.

"I have already arranged for professional logging equipment and industrial explosives from nearby cities in advance."

"It will take another two hours to get here. With these professional equipment, the speed will be much faster."

After he finished speaking, the muscular old man fell silent.

Now that the conversation has ended, the atmosphere in the other person's house has become awkward again.

Next, the five of them squatted or sat, staring at the bustling "construction site" not far away, where explosions were heard from time to time.

It serves both as a vigilance and a rest to conserve energy for any potential battles.

Time passed from the sun's slant to its twilight, and before long, night fell.

In the middle, a logging machine carrying boxes of industrial detonators arrived at the site amidst the rumbling of its tracks.

With the help of professional machinery, the excavation speed increased, and the continuous explosions of detonators broke the tranquility of the night.

Finally, good news arrived—

In the mountain stream front camp, illuminated by various lights.

An agent in a Special Operations Bureau uniform jogged over, excitedly reporting.

"Reporting to all commanders, after the risky reconnaissance by our flight operators, we are now less than 5 meters away from breaking through!"

"We'll be able to enter successfully in less than 20 minutes! The captain asked me to inform everyone that we can prepare for the follow-up arrangements."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man, who was already snoring in his car seat, jumped out of the car with a start.

"Good, good, we're finally about to break through this turtle shell!"

"Once I'm inside, I'll make sure they know what price they'll pay for wasting so much of my time!"

As he spoke, the old man clenched his fists, making a creaking sound as his muscles bulged, stretching his uniform even tighter.

Upon hearing the news, the other four also relaxed and stretched their arms and legs.

Although they weren't as exaggerated as the white-haired old man, it was clear that they were all filled with suppressed anger.

"Let's go, I want to see who this guy is that can make our Six Prefectures Allied Army suffer such a humiliation..."

(End of this chapter)