Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

487: Chapter 467 Fighter Jets Will Show Their PowerWhenever Geoffrey performed experimental modifications on any modern weapons brought by Zhang Mu, he never completely abandoned the original attack systems.

When the Elven pilots, along with fifty magic combat aircraft, arrived at the Lake military camp on the Kingdom battlefield, it was hardly surprising to the curious Soldiers watching that eight thick ”shells” were hanging from the fuselages.

The power source of the magic combat aircraft had been replaced with a magic Core. In practice, taking off didn’t require a runway for acceleration; the powerful kinetic energy was enough to support vertical takeoff, so there was naturally no need to build runways.

With Zhang Mu providing powerful assistance, the threat of High-tier Professionals was infinitely reduced. Since the Saint-level combatants of Kingdom were being monitored by the Special Operations Squad, Domit believed, after considering the overall situation, that the time to advance the front lines had arrived.

After returning to the camp from ”The World,” Domit revised the operational plan overnight, preparing to deploy the magic combat aircraft to the battlefield in three days.

Time passed quietly, and it was the evening of the second day.

A new round of offensive would be launched tomorrow morning. The Sixth Legion Commander and the Fifth Legion Commander were ordered to conduct the final pre-battle inspection.

They first went to the canteen to eat with the Soldiers, striking up conversations in a casual tone along the way to check morale, hoping to find out if the Soldiers were tired of being mired in a long-term war.

Before joining the army, most of the Soldiers in the Lake First-Tier Legion were Farmers by profession. If they were Farmers from Blue Star, they would likely complain about facing life-and-death moments every day and long for a return to a poor but stable daily life.

However, there are differences between one Farmer and another.

Farmers on the Saul Continent not only faced the threat of starvation during droughts—where if the drought lasted too long and food became scarce, some family members had to be sacrificed to ensure the survival of others—but also lived in fear of being turned into rations by magical beasts that might suddenly raid their villages.

To them, the line between whether they were in a state of war or not was very blurred.

Whether on the battlefield or settled in the countryside, people could die at any time just the same. Comparing the two, the Soldiers actually preferred the former.

Because at least they had weapons in their hands and the power to resist. They could eat their fill every day, rather than constantly worrying about crop yields in the village or facing the pouncing bite of a magical beast, where they could only let their bodies be torn apart, chewed, and then swallowed into a stomach.

When the Sixth Legion Commander asked a Soldier at the next table if he missed his hometown and family, the Soldier’s face suddenly filled with panic. He stood up and declared loudly that he fought bravely and never violated military discipline, begging the Sixth Legion Commander not to dismiss him.

The Fifth Legion Commander, also born in a mountain village, understood that the Soldier was worried about being kicked out of the legion and losing his source of income, which would mean his family could not survive on the increasingly chaotic Saul Continent.

The Sixth Legion Commander was somewhat surprised by the Soldier’s reaction. He was stunned for a long while before smiling and saying he had no intention of dismissing him. Only then did the Soldier sit back down on the bench.

But he was not completely at ease. Panic still lingered on his face, as if he suspected the Sixth Legion Commander’s reply might just be a consolation, and that he would receive a dismissal notice once the commander returned to his tent.

The surrounding Soldiers who were eating clearly harbored the same anxiety, fearing they would be next. Their chatter with companions cut off, their eyes lost focus, and they relied on instinct to shove soup into their mouths with iron spoons.

After this interlude, the atmosphere in the canteen became much more somber, which was contrary to the Sixth Legion Commander’s original intention.