Explosions, endless explosions. All the engulfed bombs exerted their original power at this moment.
The bombs that originally sank into the barrier were now eager to show their power.
The originally frozen sea had not been damaged by previous bombings. The violent explosion at this moment cut three huge cracks in the ice sheet on the battlefield.
The orcs who were lucky enough to survive accidentally fell into the dark and deep cracks in the ice cap before they could even utter a cry of surprise.
The shock wave generated by the explosion even blew away those soldiers on the front line, but fortunately, the Winged Knights acted quickly and brought those soldiers back to the ground one by one.
"Ash, tell the magician next to you to be careful!"
Ross's voice came over the intercom. Seeing Constantine's action of detonating those bombs and the consequences from the satellite made Ross feel a little dissatisfied with Constantine's unauthorized actions.
Helplessly shrugging at Constantine, Ash did not convey Ross's words to Constantine. After all, he seemed a bit mentally ill when talking to himself.
Natasha took a list from the rear position, quickly climbed over various obstacles, and ran towards Ash.
Handing the list in her hand to Ash, the situation was urgent, and Natasha no longer pretended to be Natalie at this moment.
There was no greeting, and he just said directly to Ash: "This is the consumption of ammunition, which needs to be replenished as soon as possible. Moreover, the soldiers' firearms are almost worn out and need to be replaced as soon as possible."
Before Ross hung up the phone, he notified Ross of the battlefield requirements. In Ross's reply, Ash learned that Sheffield's land forces had passed through Long Island and were advancing here.
In other words, support will arrive within the next half hour at the latest.
The support is there, but the equipment that needs to be replaced is not sufficient. Sheffield arranges combat personnel according to the maximum number of personnel.
The vehicles carried enough ammunition, but not enough replacement weapons. There was not enough equipment at the base in New Jersey to replace them.
Moreover, at this time, the base in New Jersey was full of heavy equipment, and the AC130, which had just returned to hang bombs, was filled with fuel.
In order to prevent more orcs from marching across the sea to New York, air firepower is now mainly used to support and drop soldiers to defend against the orcs' cross-sea attack. Even if there are weapons, there are no aircraft to participate in transportation.
The situation fell into a deadlock for a while, and half an hour was the difference between life and death.
After smoking the last cigarette, Constantine became irritable again, frantically trying to find a cigarette from somewhere on his body to relieve his fatigue.
Just when he searched all over and couldn't find what he wanted, Natasha handed over a pack of cigarettes from the side.
"It's for you, Silka cigarettes, right?"
The cigarettes that were originally unused in Constantine's storage room were now put to great use.
I couldn't wait to open the plastic wrap, took out one and threw it into my mouth, lit it with the magic fire, and took a deep breath.
Slowly blowing out the smoke ring, Constantine said to Natasha: "Gather all the soldiers who need to change their weapons. Remember to let them carry weapons."
After saying that, Constantine took out another one and stuffed it into his mouth.
Natasha did not ask Constantine why, but turned around and did as Constantine said. There was not a second to waste on the battlefield at this moment.
The speed of the battlefield assembly was unimaginable. Before Constantine could finish smoking the cigarette in his mouth, Natasha informed him that the assembly was completed.
The soldiers gathered behind the tanks, so that they could rely on the tanks to block damage and attack quickly as soon as an attack occurred.
Constantine climbed onto the tank, opened the front of his coat, and rummaged around for something inside.
I saw him pulling out a staff from his clothes with a head like a twisted tree root and a leather-wrapped hand.
No one at the scene made a single sigh about Constantine's operation. At this moment, the winged knights were all swinging their halberds in front of them and making big pirouettes. Constantine's little trick was not surprising at all.
Constantine held up the palace magician's staff with his right hand, and a blue energy instantly enveloped the entire staff, filling it with blue light.
Then, Constantine's right hand, holding the staff, drew an arc along the top of his head, and the blue energy on the staff began to shatter with the movement. It turned into light blue light spots and floated towards the weapons in the hands of everyone in front of him.
[Repair: The lost magic of Urashilu, the ancient kingdom of golden magic. It can repair equipped weapons and armors, and it can also repair weapons whose durability has reached 0. The effect seems inconspicuous, but it is equivalent to a secret skill.
Magic. Light is time, and the spread of knowledge that can reverse it should be banned.】
Blue light spots merged into everyone's weapons, and some soldiers who reacted quickly began to try to touch the barrel of the gun that was already hot and about to be scrapped due to continuous shooting.
"Okay, the weapons have been repaired and they can continue to be used."
Ignoring the soldiers' reactions, Constantine jumped off the tank and walked toward the depths of the wall built by Ash. He saw a retail store there, and there should be cigarettes there. He wanted to go there and get some.
All of Constantine's behaviors and actions were clearly seen by satellites in the sky. Anyone with a strategic thinking began to order his subordinates to start contact with Constantine.
Weapons can be repaired on the front line, which makes them invincible in terms of firepower projection on large-scale battlefields.
With Constantine using this magical magic, it means that various weapons no longer have to worry about overheating and scrapping for a period of time.
Normally, any long-range firepower projection requires presetting and budgeting the life of the gun barrel, but with Constantine, this means that this behavior of limiting firepower output can be omitted.
As long as there is no mushroom war, whoever has Constantine on any conventional battlefield is invincible.
Pierce looked at the satellite picture in front of him and listened to Fury relaying the information from Natasha.
Not only is Fury's face getting darker, but so is Pierce's.
Pierce said to Fury with a worried expression: "Did you just say that your men had a conflict with this mage?"
Fury could only bite the bullet and said: "Yes, but he is a serious and responsible agent, he..."
When it came to explaining, Fury was interrupted by Pierce before he could finish speaking.
"The current situation is that we cannot lose this magician who can change the battlefield situation, and we must do our best to win over him."
Pierce's words were a little fierce and angry. Anyone who offended such a precious person would be unable to see the sun tomorrow.
But being Fury's subordinate, it was hard to refute Fury's face. Pierce said: "Tell your agent to stop cleaning the toilet. From now on, let him clean the septic tank and the main pipe of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D."
It all belongs to him!”
Originally, Coulson might not be assigned by Fury to clean the toilet, but at this moment, Pierce's look and tone restricted Coulson's future.
Fury could only accept the orders from his superiors.
'It seems I can only aggrieve Coulson for a while. At worst, I will let him come back after he cleans up.'
Fury, who was comforting himself in his heart, just let Coulson fall into the abyss.