Two days later.
The small nation of Re’ermai was a minute entity located amidst barren plains, one could cross into its borders without even realizing it if they didn’t consult a map.
There were no boundary markers nor anything that could serve as a landmark; surrounding you were vast expanses of mudflats left to dry and low-lying mud houses, with no signs of human activity to be seen.
Spencer II disembarked from his vehicle and ordered the officers to take a headcount while he stood by the roadside, smoking a cigar.
He had heard that so small tribes in Heisai State and the Sheikhdom, to address the shortage of food, would dry a special red clay into cakes and then heat them in a pan, adding ants, bugs, and other small scraps to make food.
Spencer II couldn’t fathom how anyone could stomach such a thing and had refused to believe that people would actually eat dirt, that is, until he was standing right there in this shithole that could barely qualify as a country.
With the help of several officers, they verified their location on a military paper map using surveying thods; indeed, this place was the outer region of Re’ermai’s southernmost province, a na he couldn’t rember despite several attempts.
Looking around, the vacant mud-drying fields didn’t seem to have been abandoned for too long, and even inside the mud houses and makeshift factory tents constructed out of sheets, there were still trays of unheated mud cakes laying around.
The army had cleared the area and was preparing to establish a forward base for the upcoming invasion. Spencer II returned to his vehicle and erupted in anger at his officers, "Millions of soldiers invaded this red world, yet over a hundred thousand beca scattered in the march, inconceivable for what is supposed to be a trained regular army.
"You’re a bunch of bandits! Bandits! What sort of army is this?!" Spencer yelled at those officers. "We are invading Their territory! We are the attackers! And yet, before we even comnce our attack, we’ve already lost over a hundred thousand n!"
"The mont we entered this red land, warfare began! Our soldiers are attacking Their followers! This is all part of the combat!" The black officer declared.
"You ought to show us so basic respect, after all, we’re not under your command! You were authorized by our President to follow the army, but that doesn’t an we have to listen to you!" an officer from the East Continent retorted.
"I don’t give a damn what you think. You think you are what?! Nothing but..." Spencer II started to say in a fit of rage, then halfway through, he realized he should not continue and abruptly held his tongue before tossing his cigar into the nearby dirt.
"Quickly, rally your troops!" ordered Spencer II.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a golden column of light descended from the sky. Everyone looked up to see a multitude of black specks appearing in the sky a thousand ters up.
Then, those specks began to fall.
"Find cover! Find cover!!" yelled an officer close by.
The officers dashed towards the armored vehicles, and while Spencer II didn’t know what was happening, he instinctively dived into his command car.
Seconds later, a mutilated body, smashed to pieces, fell from the sky and landed right on the hood of his command vehicle, creating a sizable dent.
And then ca even more.
Bodies rained down, clanging as they were tossed among this military force. They plumted, scattering even further, so with their intestines gruesoly exposed, smashing onto the ground and splattering blood, flesh, and excrent in a revolting spectacle.
The rain of corpses lasted for quite a while. Soldiers hurriedly rolled into armored vehicles and trucks, revving engines in a frantic bid to escape. But the column of light moved with the army, as if there was an unending supply of bodies, crashing down upon the convoy.
Spencer II gripped the handle tightly while pulling out his cell phone to contact his private military forces, but no connection could be established no matter how he tried. The vehicle jolted forward, its wheels unknowingly crushing countless dismbered limbs.
Mobilizing an army of hundreds of thousands was no easy task. Behind them, many more were slowly arriving at the border of Re’ermai. This troop relied on a network of walkie-talkies for commands, leading to an incredibly inefficient command structure and slow transfer of information. Soldiers arriving later had no idea what had happened, only witnessing a ground littered with dead bodies.
Then, the vehicles at the very front suddenly collided with thin air, one after another they rear-ended, leading to a horrific accident. In the surrounding air appeared a faint yellow glow, forming a wall of light as if erected out of nowhere.
"What’s happening?!" Spencer II demanded through the walkie-talkie, only to be t with chaotic shouting from the device.
Unable to contact his private forces and with trouble up ahead, Spencer II started to panic. He saw several jeeps turning around to flee backward, so he wound down the window and shouted, "What’s going on? What happened up front?!"
One jeep stopped, and an officer sitting in the back stood up and said, "It’s the Sky Curtain! We’re definitely trapped! I recognize that superpower! Hurry and scatter! Get out of here!"
"Sky Curtain..." Spencer II was also aware of this superpower, which basically had ensnared the army.
He didn’t know the extent of the barrier, but preferred to believe that He who wielded this power could potentially cover the entire nation with the scope of this energy do.
"What should we do now?" his secretary asked, panicked as this situation was not part of their initial plans.
"It’s all their fault! They must have been ssing with those heretics, and He noticed!" Spencer II cursed angrily.
But cursing solved nothing. Now what? He was at a complete loss: no contact with his private soldiers, the condition of the hot air balloons unknown. Now, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers dood to die had beco his only available support.
Nevertheless, they were in disarray, lacking the drive of modern technological command structures, only relying on ssengers and radios, incapable of establishing a combat system adept at countering a Superpower user.
After so thought, he picked up the walkie-talkie and began to connect with commanders of the various units, still trying for one last effort.
"Gather the troops! Form a defensive line! Stop running! We can’t escape; our only choice now is to strike back!" Spencer II ordered.
"Strike back at what? What are we supposed to fight? There’s nothing here! Just corpses falling from the sky! We’ve been discovered, and there’s no one around, no civilians, no living souls! Not even an animal to be seen! He has already caged us in!" replied an officer.
"Stop your senseless chatter! Assemble the forces! Establish the defense line!!" Spencer II roared.
But no one replied to him again.
In a fit of rage, he smashed the walkie-talkie to the ground, pushed open the car door, and stepped outside, shouting to the sky, "Co on then! Show what you can do! Show your power!"
At that mont, a silver-grey teor shower descended upon the sky.
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