My Players Are So Fierce

1357: 458.

To treat Murphy’s anxiety, Loyal Brother presented a groundbreaking product!

– [Additional 25/25]_2

1357: 458.

To treat Murphy’s anxiety, Loyal Brother presented a groundbreaking product!

– [Additional 25/25]_2

A black spherical object plummeted towards the ground, pulled along by the flight path of the Wind Eagle, which climbed swiftly after shedding some weight.

That bomb, fashioned in the style of an aerial munition, tragically smashed down close enough to brush past Murphy’s body.

The bunch of mischievous little bastards also attached a buzzer to the bomb, allowing it to emit a sharp, piercing sound as it fell, possessing a sort of charm reminiscent of the deadly wails of Stuka dive-bombers from World War II.

As Murphy watched Yan Song pull on the reins to make the Wind Eagle ascend quickly, he too hurriedly flapped his wings to take flight.

Just as he climbed to a kilometer’s height, there was a loud boom from below.

A blinding fireball erupted, accompanied by the release of heat that spread like wildfire over the barren wasteland below.

God knows what those bastards added to it, enhancing the fire’s burst with such speed and ferocity that it almost instantaneously devoured the entire target area they had set up in the wilderness.

The fortifications built out of wooden planks and the straw men placed in the dug trenches were all consumed by the flames, turning in an instant into a fiery hell.

“This isn’t right, is it?”

Murphy hovered high in the air, looking down.

He recalled the war documentaries he had watched in the past.

In his memory, the power and range of the fire spread by this kind of lightweight incendiary bomb, which could be deployed by a flying vehicle, shouldn’t have been this extensive.

Moreover, hadn’t they said that this thing was difficult to make?

How did they come up with a finished product so quickly?

Could it be that some incredible talent had joined the game?

No, that’s not right!

He had been monitoring all the newcomers logging into the game recently, and there had been no recruitment of “torturing talent” in this area.

Before Murphy could fly down to discuss the dangers of such reckless arson with the group of “pyromaniacs” cheering on the ground, he saw Yan Song return on the Wind Eagle, which now dangled another bomb slightly smaller than the previous one.

This new device had a strange, honeycomb-like appearance, looking as though many small bombs were crudely attached together.

Murphy immediately became interested.

He invisibly approached again, intending to see what diabolical weapon Yan Song would drop this time?

“Incendiary bomb test launch, second trial!

This time it’s a white phosphorus bomb personally crafted by Loyal Brother, the range will be wider.

Vampire observers, retreat to the safety zone!” The Yan Song with World War II-styled flying goggles shouted into his Calculating Pearl affixed to his arm:

“Remember to release the Skeleton Army as damage comparison objects in the explosion area before leaving, this is a power test!

We need to verify whether the white phosphorus bomb can inflict sufficient damage on the Skeleton Army.

Bombing countdown, one minute!”

“!!!”

Murphy’s expression completely fell as he heard this shout.

If he was not mistaken, white phosphorus bombs were prohibited in warfare, weren’t they?

Apart from some unscrupulous and ruthless countries, any nation with a semblance of “civilization” had long since banned such weapons.

But even Murphy, utterly ignorant in engineering, knew that the technology behind white phosphorus bombs was not overly complicated, especially when compared to the horrific injuries it could inflict on biological targets.

Using them against soldiers from other countries appeared inhumane, but they seemed perfectly appropriate for annihilating the Skeleton Army.

This caused Murphy to look forward to the results of the white phosphorus bomb test launch.

He hovered in the air patiently waiting, and a minute later, Yan Song once again adopted the Sky Cavalry bombing posture and dropped the honeycomb-shaped white phosphorus bomb from the Wind Eagle at the prescribed speed and altitude.

The same falling trajectory, the same buzzing wail.

However, this device disintegrated and ignited at a height of a hundred meters, illuminating the night sky over the wasteland with hundreds of bright “starfires”—the white phosphorus ignited by the heat of friction with the air, having a very low ignition point.

Each droplet of searing light trailed long tails of flames as it fell upon the wilderness, attaching to any object in the explosion area below and burning until both itself and everything around it turned to ash.

Setting aside the associated harm and destruction, the “falling starlight” performance under the night sky was like a brilliant fireworks show, evoking a heartfelt sigh from Little Sheron, who watched the spectacle through binoculars from the observation platform with Loyal Brother and the arsenal designers.

“It’s beautiful,”

she said,

“just like the birthday party my father threw for me specially when I was twelve years old.

That night, my engineering tutor even made fireworks for my birthday.”

“If you knew what kind of horrible outcome your own creations could have on the battlefield between humans, I guess you wouldn’t be able to laugh.

Compared to what we’ve just dropped down there, all the evil acts you’ve known before are just like the dolls held by little girls – cute and harmless.

If there really is a hell in this world, I bet all of us have already filled out our names in the hell visitor registration book by now,”

Loyal Brother quipped beside her.

Even though it was Little Sheron who had drafted the blueprint for the white phosphorus bombs, and Loyal Brother had provided them, he never imagined when he first sought “professional opinions” that these devices could actually be produced under Transylvania’s industrial standards.