novelraw Chapter 350: What Do You Mean Our Planes Were Shot Down By Bows And Arrows?
Chapter 350: What Do You Mean Our Planes Were Shot Down By Bows And Arrows?
When both sides of a battle feel they hold a massive advantage, how does the situation unfold?
It was simple—they would clash head-on!
Both sides deemed it necessary to face each other directly, eager to test their own combat power against their opponents.
At the very least, Ivan certainly thought so.
"We are the warriors of K'ak' Tiliw. Whether living or dead, we remain the warriors of K'ak' Tiliw. Therefore, we shall lead the vanguard today!" Ivan declared loudly. Leading his men, he marched boldly at the very forefront.
They called themselves Death Warriors. Of course, within the tribe, they were known as the Death Night Legion, because in certain legends, K'ak' Tiliw also wielded the authority of the dark star, making him one of the deities of the night.
Behind them, approximately two kilometers away, stood the Wind Serpent Wing Archers led by Jaron. As specialists in long-range strikes, they knew their exact role on the battlefield.
As for Alex, he and his team had vanished shortly after summoning the giant serpent, Atlas. Naturally, this group of beast tamers was not the main focus; their pets were what truly mattered, so both commanders easily understood their absence.
Right at that moment, a massive goshawk descended from the sky, landing gently on Ivan's shoulder.
"Ivan, prepare for battle. I see the drug traffickers assembling their army!" Carl's voice echoed from the goshawk's beak. As the Chief, his deity was the God-King of the Second Generation Pantheon, the Lord of the Sky, the Eagle God. Through a blood sacrifice, he had truly established a connection with this divine being.Now, he possessed the contract goshawk as his contract beast. He could use it to scout from the sky or possess it entirely, making him a truly unique transcendent being.
And right now, to their forces, this goshawk served as their living satellite.
"Understood, Chief! Can you get a clear look at their forces?" Ivan asked.
"Their total number is around two thousand. They have armored vehicles, tanks, along with mortars and howitzers. Oh, and there are two Super Tucano aircraft in the sky!" Carl's voice came through crisply, prompting Ivan to give a slight nod. "Understood. Please inform Jaron as well. He'll need to deal with the Super Tucanos and the artillery positions!"
"There is no need to tell him. Quetzalcoatl is also a Wind God. The speed at which they gather information through the wind is no slower than mine!" Carl replied casually. "The gods are watching over you. Return victorious!"
"Of course, we shall return in absolute triumph!"
Ivan spoke with unwavering calm. Naturally, he had to return, because his beloved was still waiting for him!
As long as he could garner more attention from the deities, he might just earn a bestowal from one of the Creator Gods to resurrect Laila.
This was definitely possible—he believed it with absolute certainty. However, he also knew that earning such a blessing might require a tremendously long time.
Fortunately, he was already a transcendent being, meaning time was the one thing he had in abundance. His faith was incredibly firm, and he had total confidence that he would live to see the day his beloved stood before him once again!
"Laila, wait for me... I will bring you back to life. Then, we will live in a safe realm that belongs entirely to us, praying to our deities..."
Ivan clutched the bracelet on his wrist and whispered softly. Then, he raised his spear high. "Death Night Legion, charge!"
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Roughly twenty kilometers away, Sangaro and his family's forces were already scouting the horizon from their armored vehicles.
"Has your satellite pinpointed their location yet?" Sangaro asked a man beside him. The man, trembling with fear, frantically adjusted the satellite signals. "S-seen it... I see them... They are right at..."
"Bang!" The golden pistol in Sangaro's hand spewed bullets and fire, turning the man into a corpse. "You can't even speak clearly! What use are you to me!"
"Bring someone else up here to read the satellite feed for us!"
Quickly, his subordinates dragged the man's corpse away and brought up a pale-faced woman. "They are approximately twenty kilometers from the US-Mexico border, advancing directly toward our current position!" "Excellent. They have courage, but they are rather foolish!" Sangaro sneered. "A thousand years have passed, and we have long since destroyed their capital with guns and artillery. Why haven't they learned to use modern weapons yet? Look at what they're holding! Spears, bows and arrows!"
"Let's show them that times have changed! Push the frontline right up to their faces and let our armored vehicles teach these natives a little lesson!"
Sangaro's words echoed throughout the entire encampment, sparking a wave of crazed cheering across the smoke-filled base!
The majority of these drug traffickers' troops were addicts themselves. Their spirits were at an all-time high right now because every time they fought, they were handed cash and drugs. Winning brought even more outrageous rewards, making them entirely willing to throw their lives on the line—they could even suppress the government forces in a firefight.
The drug traffickers had no other special skills. However, their control over narcotics and money, combined with a madness far exceeding that of ordinary people, often made them a terrifying force to many.
Their combat tactics were entirely disorganized, and they always suffered catastrophic casualties. But on this land, the two things they never lacked were manpower and money. If one batch died, they could simply recruit two, three, or even countless more batches to replace them.
Human life was the cheapest commodity in this region. Even if it were a mayor, a governor, or the Great Leader of Mexico themselves, if these cartels wanted them dead, couldn't they just kill them all the same?
Over an hour later, the combined forces of Sangaro and two other families—an army exceeding five thousand men—arrived on a barren desert plain. Standing directly in front of them was the Death Night Legion, a group clad in ancient battle attire and draped in animal skins.
"Hahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter upon seeing this sight. They knew their opponents were a bunch of indigenous people, but they never imagined these natives would look so ridiculously primitive.
Hardly anyone could have anticipated this. The people standing before them couldn't even be called an army; they looked more like a horde of fleeing refugees.
Some of them had war paint smeared across their faces, while others wore feathers in their hair. They looked incredibly bizarre, projecting no sense of combat power whatsoever—only an utterly laughable image.
They didn't even have a single gun among them. They only carried crude-looking spears and obsidian blades. A couple of flint knives were probably the finest weapons they possessed.
"Aren't we bullying them a little bit?" Sangaro looked at the natives, then glanced back at the tanks behind him, shouting loudly. "Did the Apache Tribe trick you into coming here to die? You plan to use those toys to fight our tanks?"
"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone on the drug traffickers' side roared with laughter. None of them viewed this as a real battle; to them, it felt more like a pleasant spring outing.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, the situation was simply too comical. They were wielding modern weaponry while the enemy held literal fire-poking sticks. They had tanks and artillery backing them up, and even aircraft circling overhead.
A single AK rifle could easily resolve this entire situation, yet they had mobilized such a massive army. Wasn't it absolutely hilarious?
However, Sangaro wasn't truly here just to deal with these "invaders". To be precise, these warriors who were merely acting up were a secondary concern. What he really wanted was to clear a path through the entire drug network and allow his empire to soar to new heights!
Ivan, on the other hand, had no desire to converse with him. Gazing at the distant tanks and artillery, he suddenly spoke up. "Jaron, do you see the targets?"
"I've had my eyes on them for a while!" Jaron was, after all, a master con artist by trade. Naturally, he wasn't going to admit that he had only just locked onto the two "Super Tucanos". "Nock the rainbow arrows! Aim for the sky! Fire a full volley!"
"Yes, sir!" All the archers drew arrows that seemed to radiate with seven-colored light. Then, under Jaron's command, they loosed a brilliant, iridescent volley into the air!
Up in the sky, a flowing neon rainbow materialized, tracing a breathtakingly beautiful arc before everyone's eyes!
However, not long after the shimmering trail passed, a violent explosion ripped through the sky, deafeningly loud and glaringly bright!
The two Super Tucanos spiraled out of control, crashing down violently right in the empty space between the two armies.
"Hiss... My money!" Sangaro groaned, his face twisting as if he had a toothache. "A plane worth tens of millions of dollars, just dropping out of the sky like that? No, I need to have a serious talk with the procurement guys about this!"
He casually pointed at two of his men. "Go see what happened! Were the pilots drinking, or did they take too many hits? Crashing at a time like this? I'm going to turn them into fertilizer!"
"Boss, they didn't eject, and they didn't parachute. They went down with the planes!" The two men quickly returned with their report. "Also, we found the cause of the crash..."
As they spoke, they held out two distinct arrows. "These two arrows were lodged right inside the cockpits. They pierced straight through the pilots' skulls..."
Sangaro froze in sheer disbelief. "Are you telling me... that these two arrows shot down my two planes?"