Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 405 - 283: Hardly Unscathed

Pan Yifu was very curious about what Qu Jianlei was doing, but he still had to prioritize ensuring that he completely destroyed the artillery position.

As a veteran, he was very aware of the necessity of concealing battlefield information.

As long as the situation at the position wasn’t reported, the Star Thieves would have to figure out first: what happened there?

The process of figuring it out takes time, and the most precious thing on the battlefield is time.

When he quickly ran to another position, he was dumbfounded: why were there only two out of ten cannons left, and not many shells either?

As he was perplexed, a figure flashed by, it was a guy wearing a hood.

When Qu Jianlei saw the other person appear, he secretly sighed: Why did you come so quickly?

Pan Yifu didn’t notice the other person’s emotions at all and directly asked, "Where are those cannons and shells?"

"Of course, they were transported away," Qu Jianlei suppressed his dismay and replied casually, "The Pioneer Team lacks heavy firepower."

Hearing this, Pan Yifu was even more astonished, "Those cannons and shells... just how many people came?"

Those large-caliber cannons were already trying to shorten the barrel and cannon body and use quality alloy to reduce weight, but they’re still not light.

Each cannon weighs at least over ten tons, just relying on people to carry, it would take at least twenty Modified Warriors.

The shell weight is also not light.

In such a short time, eight cannons and so many shells were moved silently, and there were no signs of towing vehicles...

Pan Yifu could not at all imagine just how many experts the other side had with them.

Sure, using Storage Talismans is possible, but for eight cannons, you’d need at least eight Storage Talismans, plus those shells...

Who could possibly have so many Storage Talismans?

Actually, if you really had Storage Talismans, using one just for transporting a cannon feels quite wasteful.

Qu Jianlei didn’t answer his question but merely pointed at the two remaining cannons, "Blow them up."

"I also lack heavy firepower!" Pan Yifu couldn’t help but complain, "You won’t even leave me two percent?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him in surprise, "With such powerful Fire Attribute Techniques, do you still need heavy firepower?"

"I kill people with knives now," Pan Yifu responded sulkily, "They are hard currency and can be exchanged for a lot of good stuff."

Qu Jianlei spread his hands, "Then take them, consider these two yours."

"But I also have to be able to take them away," Pan Yifu rolled his eyes. As an A-level, lifting something over ten tons is no problem.

But the balance of this thing is too hard to control; he has to carefully tie it up before he can carry one.

However, carrying such a large thing at night is okay, but during the day it would be too easy to be spotted.

So he straightforwardly stated, "Then use a Storage Talisman to pack one for me... considering you took away eighty percent."

"Packing one is no problem," Qu Jianlei motioned with his mouth not far away, "that Secret Vault, let’s decide not to enter it, okay?"

"Of course, we have to enter!" Pan Yifu raised his hand and threw two Fireballs.

Seeing this, Qu Jianlei instantly flashed away, "Those are High-Explosive Bombs and Thermobaric Bombs!"

Pan Yifu was not much slower; after he flashed out, the rumbling explosion sounded.

Then he calmly remarked, "These two kinds of bombs... I don’t need you to point them out."

High-Explosive Bombs are okay, but Thermobaric Bombs are really scary. Escaping a kilometer wasn’t enough; they moved another kilometer.

Feeling the violent airflow around, Pan Yifu couldn’t help but murmur, "Hurry up and end, or how else can we go to the Secret Vault?"

Hearing this, Qu Jianlei looked at him in surprise, "No way, you still want to go to the Secret Vault at this moment?"

"Why not?" Pan Yifu reflexively asked back, then realized, "The Military Station will take over the bombing task?"

"Definitely," Qu Jianlei spread his hands, "those alarms, they can’t just be for the two artillery positions, right?"

This time, Pan Yifu fully realized, "The field artillery positions outside might only be responsible for quick fire coverage?"

"No wonder neither of these positions had Incendiary Bullets, it turns out the Military Station was the place for the final trump card?"

Qu Jianlei answered in a deep voice, "That’s not necessarily, but the Military Station definitely has the Secret Vault shooting data."

"Previously, the Military Station might just be spectators, but both positions blew up, do you think they won’t focus on the Secret Vault?"

This answer requires almost no consideration, Pan Yifu previously was too focused on the materials in the Secret Vault and didn’t think of this point.

Now with Qu Jianlei’s reminder, he instantly realized — having destroyed the Field Artillery positions, the Secret Vault still can’t be entered.

Then, his face darkened even more, "Since you thought of this, why did you still let me blow up the artillery?"

He didn’t place high value on the cannons, much less than Qu Jianlei did; he mainly wanted to exchange them for supplies.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have decisively chosen to blow up the artillery just for a bit of unknown supplies in the Secret Vault.

After all, he was more willing to trust his own combat power, not external forces, which is also the understanding of most Ultimate Warriors.

But now, having lost some supplies for nothing, he was quite unhappy, and followed by — why did you have me blow up the artillery?

Qu Jianlei replied helplessly, "What I said was, ’that Secret Vault, let’s decide not to enter it,’ did I make you blow up the artillery?"

Pan Yifu thought carefully and realized that it was indeed the case, but he still couldn’t quite let it go.

"I always feel like you enjoy watching me mess up. Dare you say that’s not true?"

Qu Jianlei replied with absolute certainty, "I dare say, it’s definitely not true... or else let me never leave Zarif!"

I really didn’t want to see you mess up. I just didn’t want you to find out that all those artillery electronic devices have been sabotaged!

Pan Yifu heard this, and his temper faded. Never leaving Zarif—this vow was really too harsh!

But he was still a bit unwilling and embarrassed to ask for artillery, "How about trying to get into the Secret Vault instead?"

Qu Jianlei immediately refused upon hearing this, "If you want to try, you go ahead, I’m definitely not going."

"But my Body Technique isn’t as good as yours," Pan Yifu said seriously, "And I can’t take hits like you can."

"At worst, with the loot inside, it’s still six to you, four to me... Let’s bet on it. What if they don’t react that fast?"

Qu Jianlei felt a bit embarrassed too, sensing he might not be playing fair.

Old Pan had asked him to come rob, and after all that effort, Old Pan got nothing in return and instead wasted quite a bit of Inner Breath.

"Then I’ll give it a shot, but you should stay far away and watch out for artillery bombardment."

Pan Yifu became defiant, "If there’s real artillery bombardment, it’s seventy-thirty, not eighty-twenty, you get eighty!"

"Just stay far enough," Qu Jianlei said coolly, "Since you know you’re fragile, don’t get too close."

Instinctively, Pan Yifu retreated almost a kilometer before catching the meaning of a word.

"Fragile... This guy really knows how to insult. You’re the one who’s fragile, your whole family is fragile!"

"Artillery bombardment... Haha, the Star Thief’s artillery bombardment, can it match the military’s? How powerful could it be?"

But it didn’t take long for him to truly witness the artillery bombardment.

It was really ferocious, covering a surrounding area of eight square kilometers, and it involved strikes from various types of artillery.

The artillery attacks did indeed originate from a Military Station—not just the nearest one, but from many stations.

However, the first attack did indeed come from the nearest station.

It seemed that the destruction of the field artillery position caught their attention. The artillery fire came too quickly and was too fierce.

Watching the sky full of artillery shells, Pan Yifu was a bit bewildered, "Damn, do the two of us really deserve this much hatred?"

"Luckily, it’s Wen Xin who went into the Secret Vault, not me," at this moment, he actually felt a little pleased.

It wasn’t schadenfreude; he just didn’t anticipate the artillery bombardment could be so powerful.

He had seen similar videos too many times in the military and had even witnessed it from a distance in real life.

But being on site felt absolutely different, the immersive shock couldn’t be described in words.

"Hope nothing happens? But it seems... hard for nothing to happen. Whatever, wait for him for five days."

After the bombardment, there was a final sweeping with incendiary bullets, with even larger quantities—fires burned for a full day and night.

This intense flame, even an A-level Fire Attribute Technique, might not withstand it.

Two more days passed with the surface temperature still at seventy to eighty degrees, at which point the Star Thieves sent a search team.

There were over ten Impact Type Mechas, along with four Flying Mechas.

Needless to say, the Flying Mechas, the Impact Type Mechas were characterized by strong defense and decent agility.

Compared to the Impact Type Mechas, the Impact Type’s protection was slightly weaker, but they were more agile and heavily armed.

Obviously, by deploying these Mechas, the Star Thieves hoped that if they found anything, they could hold off the opponent and wait for reinforcements.

Pan Yifu had no intention of making a move, even though he felt a bit tempted, thinking he could easily take down these Mechas.

However, he feared encountering another round of artillery bombardment—he might outrun it, but what if he got tied down?

Don’t even mention this level of artillery bombardment; even the previous bomb hits he narrowly avoided could have killed him.

So he silently watched these Mechas search for two days.

On that night, it reached the planned fifth day, yet he decided to wait two more days.

On the midnight of the sixth day, Pan Yifu reclined against a rock and suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

He slowly and softly straightened up, quietly starting to gather strength.

But the next moment, a slight tremor came from his chest, he smiled with delight and slowly took out the handset.

Wen Xin’s voice came through, "Old Pan, it’s me, don’t worry."

"Mm, I’m at the rock waiting for you," Pan Yifu slowly exhaled, putting away the handset.

This guy’s Perception, indeed, is stronger than mine... Alright, his defense is better too.

In front of him, a shadow flashed by. Although it was in dim light, he could see clearly—it was indeed someone in a hood.

The clothes on him were intact, not looking particularly disheveled, except for a strong earthy odor.

Qu Jianlei spoke, filled with resentment, "Old Pan, you have to replenish my Oxygen Generating Agent!"

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