Chapter 217 The Winter Soldier's First Magic Experience
Chapter 217 The Winter Soldier’s first experience with magic
Author: Prisoner in the Cauldron
Chapter 217 The Winter Soldier’s first experience with magic
The streets of Sokovia were in chaos, and the firepower of more than twenty armed men overwhelmed several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents unable to lift their heads.
The black widow hid behind the car that was forced to stop, holding down a frail middle-aged man, and urgently called for support.
Originally, the operation to capture the fugitive Hydra scientist Lister went smoothly. Unexpectedly, a team of men suddenly appeared halfway with strong firepower and equipped with RPGs and grenades. They were caught off guard. As soon as they exchanged fire, S.H.I.E.L.D.
The action team lost more than half.
In the end, they were blocked on the street by a series of car accidents, and the situation was in danger.
The enemy's leader is highly skilled in tactics, quick in movement, and accurate in marksmanship, and is suspected to be a strengthened warrior.
"Where is the support? If they don't come, they will collect the bodies for us." The thud of rifle bullets hitting the car body was as rapid as a rain shower, and Black Widow was extremely anxious.
The enemy's reckless firepower had already shot down dozens of civilians, and they would be outflanked in another minute.
She pinched the collar of Lister's neck to prevent the Hydra scientist from escaping in the chaos. She would not kill this guy unless it was absolutely necessary.
The other party obviously wants to snatch the person back, otherwise the first wave of rockets will send him to hell.
Damn Hydra, like rats in the sewer, endless to kill.
"Agent Romanoff, hold on, support is still three blocks away."
Three blocks? That's not good news.
Black Widow glanced angrily at the battlefield at the intersection. More than a dozen cars collided in a series. Most of the people inside were shot and killed by Hydra armed personnel. There were also more than a dozen affected civilian corpses lying on the street.
There were still people fleeing everywhere, and they were injured by stray bullets from time to time.
The enemy has begun to circle around, and the crossfire is so overwhelming that our own side cannot even lift its head. Let alone counterattack, it is difficult to move.
She tightened her grip on the small pistol in her hand, fearing that she might not be able to wait for support.
It was under such circumstances that Coulson reached the vicinity of the battlefield. He did not attack rashly, but carefully hid behind an abandoned car and carefully observed the battlefield.
A group of colleagues were stuck in the middle of a cross street due to a series of car accidents. The position was surrounded by enemies from all sides and was quite dangerous. For the time being, they could only hide their bodies through the vehicles in the middle of the street. They could not hold on for long.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle was blown over at the northern intersection. The colleagues inside had been shot and all died on duty.
The enemy is attacking from the north street entrance to the south, and has divided into two small teams, intending to encircle it from the east and west.
He only saw three vehicles and 26 people. He could not see the enemy's full strength, and he did not know whether there were snipers on the commanding heights.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly and parked my car half a street away on the east side, so I was not discovered by the enemy for the time being.
But with only a pistol, he was not confident that he could rescue his colleagues.
"You must occupy the commanding heights." No matter whether there are enemy snipers on the commanding heights, he has to go.
Even if the pistol's range is insufficient to produce effective lethality after reaching the commanding heights, he still has to go.
If the enemy arranges snipers, the rescue operation will become extremely difficult, and everyone will have to answer here.
There must be no chance at all.
He observed the surrounding environment. The highest point in the southwest was a five-story bell tower, and in the southeast was a four-story residential building. The enemy was pursuing from north to south, and the probability of arranging snipers in the south was very low.
The northeast corner near him is a three-story street-facing shop, and the northwest corner is a two-story single-family house. This is a fairly favorable terrain for him.
Coulson no longer hesitated, put away his pistol, pretended to be an ordinary citizen fleeing, rushed into the shopping mall not far away, and rushed up the stairs.
The situation was urgent, so he reported to Nick Fury while running, but it was too late to coordinate local communications. He had to participate in the battle while losing contact with friendly forces, which made him feel very nervous.
Any mistake will put you in a desperate situation and ruin the last hope of survival for your trapped colleagues.
But in terms of tension, the most nervous among all parties involved in the war was Wanda and his sister.
After all, they are only seventeen years old and have never received military training. Their combat skills are limited to fighting wits and courage with street gangsters.
"Blind them, and I'll kill them." Pietro pulled out a pistol from his waist and selected his main weapon for this battle.
His slightly trembling arms and heavy breathing showed his nervousness and fear.
"No." Wanda grabbed her brother's hand and objected: "They have body armor, rifles and grenades. If you get too close, you will die. We have to hide and use magic to defeat them."
She hid behind a floor-to-ceiling billboard outside a shop, preventing her brother from seeking death, and emphasized: "We are mages, we should not engage in close combat with the enemy."
The place where they were hiding was half a street away from the battlefield, about two hundred meters away. She felt that it was safer here, and the sound of gunfire made her liver tremble a little.
Despite what I said just now, I have done a good job of psychological preparation and want to break through a street or something.
But I should still be afraid.
"I can't hit them." Needless to say, the pistol can't reach the enemy with a range of fifty meters. Pietro felt that the small light ball he released from the illumination technique probably couldn't be thrown that far.
"I can." Wanda had never tried to release magic to a target that far away, but she felt that she would definitely be able to hit the enemy.
There is no reason, she just thinks she can do it.
Since learning magic from her teacher, she has always had an inexplicable confidence that she can do anything.
Facts have proved that she can do the homework assigned by the teacher every time. In the eyes of the teacher, she has seen praise more than once, which makes her more confident.
"Twenty-six people." She counted the number of enemies and thought of a way in the blink of an eye.
Although it was already autumn, it was still very hot after one o'clock in the afternoon. She was confident that she could defeat the enemy with magic.
"Look at me."
As she spoke confidently, twenty-six dim light balls the size of ping pong balls flew out of her hands at high speed, flew over the shadows under the eaves, turned a corner in the sunlight, spread out, and rushed towards the battlefield.
The enemy rushed over.
Twenty-six directions, facing different enemies, she has to use lighting to block the opponent's field of vision at the same time. This is difficult, very difficult, and it is a great test for control.
But she must do it.
If you don't blind the enemy's eyes, the next spell will not achieve the desired effect. Instead, it will attract the enemy's attention, and both she and her brother will die.
The extreme tension and the test of life and death caused her adrenaline to surge. A trace of excitement emerged from her heart, and Wanda became more focused.
Twenty-six dim light balls looked like ghosts in the midday sun, accurately rushing towards their respective targets.
"What the hell is this?" As soon as this idea came to Bucky's mind, the small light ball in front of him exploded, and the dazzling white light covered the entire field of vision. His eyes were sore and painful, as if a knife had been inserted into them.
He couldn't help but groaned.
One scream after another came from my ears.
"Flash bomb! Be careful to avoid it!" someone from our own side was shouting.
Bucky relied on his memory to get under the car next to him.
High in the sky where he could not see, a huge dish-shaped light spot had appeared.
This is the second step of Wanda's plan.
She hadn't even finished fifth grade and didn't know much about complex optical principles, but she still had the experience of using a magnifying glass to light a fire and illuminate ants when she was a child.
The principle of illumination is to gather holy light and use the scattered photons to illuminate the surroundings.
Then, she felt that using holy light to create a huge convex lens could not only take advantage of the inherent characteristics of holy light to capture photons, but also use the physical properties of convex lenses to gather light, and then constrain the direction and speed of photon dispersion.
The enemy will definitely be burned to death like the ants he irradiated when he was a child.
Magic is the power of one's will to control energy and change the world. Wanda's talent is really high, and her thoughts are clearly expressed through the holy light.
The convex lens of the Holy Light with a diameter of over a thousand meters shot down, no, gathered light golden light one after another, forming an extremely dazzling and extremely hot spot.
The light spot was erratic, and the enemy was called one by one. After bursts of screams, one after another charred bodies fell on the crossroads.
Wherever the light spot passed, the asphalt road on the ground was burned to the point of dripping with oil, the outer shell of the car was burned red, the interior was ignited, and the smell of burning permeated the entire battlefield.
The heat radiated in all directions, and the temperature at this intersection increased by at least ten degrees.
"Twenty-three...twenty-four...twenty-five, there is still one more to go." The sweaty Wanda raised her hands in the air, struggling to control the spells in the air, and anxiously asked her brother: "There is still one more enemy to go."
, did you see where he is?"
Pietro, who had been stunned for a long time, murmured back: "No."
There is no enemy in his eyes, he is all attracted to his sister. He also knows the lighting technique, but his sister uses it like this. No wonder the teacher said that he has no talent.
Not only does he have no magic talent, but his brain is not as good as his sister's.
He was really convinced.
Everyone present was also stunned. The firefight had stopped long ago. They were all guessing that this was Shenma High-tech?
"Aliens?!" Many people in hiding thought that aliens were coming to attack the earth.
"What kind of weapon is this? Have we received assistance from the Stark Group?" Black Widow asked the information center to confirm her guess.
She didn't think SHIELD could possess this kind of optical weapon that attacked the ground from high altitude, so it could only be a space battleship floating in outer space.
"Let them hold their hands steady and don't hurt us too." She was in a good mood, grabbed Liszt and stood up and retreated to the street.
If you don't run now, what are you waiting for?
"This is magic?!" Coulson, who was standing on the roof of the third floor, could vaguely see Wanda's raised arms half a street away. He looked up at the huge dazzling spot in the sky, and his heart was burning.
I am also learning this power.
He wiped away the tears that were shaken by the bright light, picked up the sniper rifle next to the enemy's corpse at his feet, and answered Nick Fury's inquiry while observing the surrounding commanding heights through the magnifying glass on the gun.
"That's right, yes...it's not Mr. Mu, it's his apprentice, a little girl named Wanda...she just learned magic not long ago, she is seventeen years old...Do you want to win her over?...Okay, I
knew."
Wanda was looking for the last enemy, SHIELD agents were thankful to have survived the catastrophe, Coulson was guarding the surrounding vantage points, and Bucky the Winter Soldier lay silently under the burning vehicle, enduring the burns on his back.
Thinking about how to complete the task.
The moment he lost his vision, he got under the car based on his instinctive reaction. This action saved his life.
Now that the eyes that were almost blinded have recovered their vision, it's time to continue the mission.
He didn't know what kind of weapon was used to attack them, but flash bombs were flying from the east, and the biggest threat was from the east.
must be resolved.
It must be resolved as soon as possible!
There was no emotion in his red eyes. He clung to the ground and stared at the east through the burning firelight and smoke.
At this time, Wanda finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to her knees tremblingly, her whole body weak and sweating profusely.
The huge light spot high in the sky also extinguished immediately.
"And... there is another enemy." She felt that she was almost running out of energy to speak.
Although the magic power for casting spells is borrowed from the Lord of Holy Light, the flow of magic power will still bring a huge burden to the mage. She has only learned magic not long ago, and her body has not adapted to such a huge magic power. It is really tiring.
Out of breath.
Even a little dizzy.
"Leave that to the American guy, I'll take you out of here first." Pietro squatted down, carried his sister on his back, and asked in amazement: "Is that the lighting technique? The teacher really didn't teach you any other spells?"
Although he knew the answer in his heart, because his sister and he had only learned the spell today, he still couldn't help but ask.
Damn it, small life-like spells are used in such a terrifying way! It covers a large area of the sky, like a divine punishment in a legendary story. Anyone would be surprised, right?
"Hey, I'm a genius, stupid Pete can't learn it!" Wanda lay softly on her brother's back, smiling happily.
I finally have the power to end the war and do something for my suffering homeland.
"Such a big light spot, my eyes were almost blinded. How did you think of it? It's amazing!" Pietro carried his sister on his back, turned around and strode away away from the battlefield.
Until now, he still can't believe it. That thing is really a spell used by the sister he spends day and night with? The sister who needs to be protected by him suddenly becomes so powerful. The contrast is too great, and he can't turn his head.
Come.
"The teacher said that magic power determines the volume. As long as there is enough magic power, you can even create a sun. I can only create a convex body with a diameter of less than one thousand meters at most. The teacher can definitely create a sun, otherwise he wouldn't be able to create a sun.
That’s what he would say.”
Wanda's admiration for the teacher is as inexplicable as her self-confidence, but she instinctively feels that the teacher is so powerful, so powerful that it is beyond imagination. She even feels that the teacher is the Lord of Holy Light.
"Why do I feel that what we are learning is not magic at all?" Pietro lamented like a scumbag.
The two brothers and sisters got into a conversation, but neither of them noticed the muzzle of a gun sticking out of the window facing the street behind them.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The muzzle flame burst out, and a hail of bullets poured out.