Humans have divided pain into many levels.

The lowest level is no pain, and then it goes all the way based on whether it can be ignored and whether it affects the standards of life, until the highest level cannot bear it, cannot live normally, and requires drug intervention and autonomic neurological disorders.

For Asazo, he felt that his pain was still above the highest level of humanity.

This heavy blow not only hurts people, but also directly destroys his broad future.

The severe pain was followed by crazy teleportation. The Red Devil had become completely crazy and could no longer care about the employer's tasks. Although his mind was vague, he still vaguely remembered some impressive places. Using these places as coordinates, the two people never fell into the ground again and again. They appeared from the void again and again, and were once again and again and again and again, and were involved in another space full of black smoke and sulfur smell. Using this as a transit station, it kept flowing in the real world, and every movement left the original starting point far behind.

Now Eric finally understood the secret of the Red Devil. His teleportation ability has nothing to do with the talent of space. It was only achieved by a different plane. No wonder he had never discovered the mystery just now.

In disappointment, he punched Azazo into his ant plane, no longer caring about the life and death of the Red Devil, and took the opportunity to jump back to the real world. When his feet landed on the ground, the brilliant golden light of the setting sun pierced into his eyes, he realized that he had arrived in another distant country.

This is the ruins of a town, between the warring armies between the two sides.

When Eric landed, the place had been completely destroyed by artillery fire, the bricks and stones were blown to pieces, the trees were burned to pieces, the weeds were trembling in the cold wind, and houses, schools, hospitals, churches, and everywhere turned into ruins. The dusk sunlight fell on this land, and a miserable blood appeared. What dyed the sun red were collapsed buildings and corpses between the streets, which were everywhere, and even the cold air flow from the vast inland could not blow away the pungent stench that filled the ruins.

After a quick observation, Eric found that the bodies on the ground belonged to two sides, including German and Austrian soldiers and Soviet Red Army. From the entangled appearance, they could see that they had suffered a fierce struggle during their lifetime. Judging from the remaining Russian characters nearby, this should be the Kursk region in southwestern Soviet Russia.

In his memory, a major battle would break out here soon, with the two sides investing a total of more than 2.6 million people and 6,000 tanks. It was the largest tank battle and single-day air battle in history. After this battle, the German army completely lost its strategic initiative.

However, he did not expect that he would be transferred to this place and surrounded by tens of thousands of people on both sides.

Perhaps the noise from the time they came disturbed the observers of both sides. Before he could leave invisibly, both sides fired guns into the ruins. Perhaps they thought the other party had sneaked into the place, so they launched an offensive in advance.

The scene was extremely shocking when hundreds of cannons fired together. The sky seemed to be spinning and the earth kept beating. The roar of the chest was not stopped from the beginning. The loud bang of explosion no longer required the ears to distinguish it. It could be transmitted directly into the brain through the vibrations of the skin and teeth.

Now Eric doesn't have to make any other plans, he stays there and supports his magnetic field.

Compared to the artillery fire that was exposed to in the past, the attack seventy years later was like a child's trick. Although it was old, heavy artillery was the most favored era. Any powerful country was desperately trying to strengthen their power and strengthen their use. There was no need to worry about being discovered by the people. Howitzers and cannons had no status here, and rocket launchers were even more inconspicuous. Heavy artillery was the main force here. When a 150-pound shell was shot from more than ten miles away, its power was enough to razed a building the size of a football field to the ground.

Red light, white light and orange light kept blooming above Eric's head. They rushed up and pushed the golden light of the sunset aside. The waves of air generated by the shock collided with each other, tearing down the only low walls and broken tree stumps in the ruins. In the center of the shelling, a hot air flow gradually formed a strong whirlwind, sucking the dust in the sky into its body, and a huge cloud of mushrooms emerged into the air. Under the cover of this dark cloud, dense smoke filled the sky, and even a glimmer of light could not be penetrated, and the whole town became a doomsday land.

The artillery fire in the west did not last long before it ended. About the Germans found that the two sides opened fire at the same time were wrong, but the attack from the east did not stop, which made Eric very annoyed.

With the cover of thick smoke, Eric walked out of the original town. The natural transformation of electromagnetic waves made the light around his body refract, just like a light shining into a pool of rippling water. He could only vaguely feel a shadow passing by.

When he stopped again, he had reached the heads of the Soviets.

"Comrade Shestakov." A soldier who covered the sun with his hands and asked his colleagues next to him loudly. "I just seemed to see someone coming out of Orel Town. Have you seen anything?"

"You must be dazzled by the fire, Ivan." Shestakov held the telescope but did not look west, but observed whether the shooting rhythm of the rocket artillery in the distance was smooth. "I think it is impossible. You can survive under such fierce artillery fire, unless it is God."

Ivan blinked, and he thought it was ridiculous to ask this question. Just as they were talking below, Eric looked down coldly from above.

Without any hesitation, an invisible hand shrouded over this front line of thousands of people and soon brought destruction.

Eric's eyes narrowed, and the transparent force tightened. A strong wind began to blow from the edge of the position. The strong soldiers could not stand and moved closer to the central area. When the soldiers left their original position, the base of the cannon was uprooted, and countless cracks were forcibly pulled out of the ground, as if they were roasted by the hot summer sun for several months without rain.

The people and metal are squeezed together, which makes them breathless. Now everyone knows that the situation is not right, but many people are trapped and unable to escape.

After another moment, the magnetism stimulated the power of the shells, and the artillery fire used to attack the enemy broke out in the crowd, shattering their owners. Every inch of land was deeply turned up, and the air waves rolled red smoke into the sky. The scene in the town just now reappeared on the Russians' positions.

The German opposite was stunned. Eric glanced at somewhere there and flew southwards invisible state.

In the German position, a casual man was quickly erecting lenses in front of the special telescope and looking over the Soviet army.

"Why can't you see, the light is reflected, or is it another reason?" He hurriedly threw down the light blue round mirror and the brown prism, and then changed it to a red flat mirror.

"There is no trace, but there is a thermal reaction. I believe my eyes will not go wrong. Before the shelling, I saw with my own eyes a man fell into the ruins of Orel from a hole in the sky." The man was wearing a striped formal suit. His tie was meticulously tied, his hair was neatly combed to the back of his head, and a pair of deep glasses were hung on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"I can be sure that it was a human. I saw him wearing a shirt and pants, and even the color of his hair and eyes. But what is the composition of his ability? Is it blonde and blue eyes? That's too sad. It must be that the genetic composition of the human body is unique - I have nothing wrong with my idea... You have always been right!" Ignoring the strange eyes of the soldiers behind him like looking at a madman, the middle-aged man waved his hands as if he were no one around, paced back and forth in front of the observation position.

"Schmidt is obsessed with his cosmic cube and puts the mystery of opening the human body behind his mind. He is outdated! Zemo only knows how to study weapons, Sitrick is an incompetent loser, White Hall is a parrot without opinion, Zorra is a good ability. Unfortunately, he is a coward... I will never be with such a group of guys, I must create my own era!" Xiao suddenly stopped and reached out to touch an invitation letter in his shirt pocket.

The letter that originally invited him to preside over a research in Poland was rejected by him because it was not satisfactory, but now he has other ideas.

Seeing the smoke gradually dissipating above the Soviet position, Sebastian meditated.

Rome, the distant Italian capital, was now welcoming the official liaison officer sent by the Allies. Things were basically as Eric expected. Now Tabert's future is safe and there is no need to hide the truth. Soon the kingdom government knew that the Americans received by them were not the elite vanguard of the Allies, nor even the regular army, but a temporary group of groups that were broken up.

The brave and elegant army brigade general Eric did not exist. He only existed as the civilian officer Eric, who was temporarily recruited two weeks ago. He dared to rush into the capital of the descendants of the Roman Empire with eight sailors, and kidnapped the noble king and prime minister openly, which made 40 million people frightened and moved into the Venetian Palace like the Supreme Emperor to issue orders.

Many people had doubts in advance, but the Allies themselves did not understand the facts for a while. The gentleman's demeanor dispelled everyone's doubts. Now that the truth is revealed, Italians suddenly discovered that facts are more embarrassing than lies. The kingdom, both the government and the opposition, felt very dull.

How could he be just a second lieutenant?

Italians really don’t want to face it, but they have to face it.

So the complex side of human nature was exposed. In order to regain its reputation, Italy flatly rejected the explanation of the Allied Liaison Officer, treating this as a kind of humiliation, and unilaterally awarded the rank of Major General of the Army by Eric.

Of course, the Italians made some sense: they overthrew the fascist rule, rather than became a defeated country, waiting to be dealt with, so General Eric was a savior rather than an invader, and of course he had to have a grand reward for the savior and enthusiastic Italy - if possible, it seemed more face to be promoted directly to the throne of marshal, and he could only be here temporarily.

Their approach in turn made the Allies very embarrassed. It was impossible for the second lieutenant to be promoted to a general, but it was imperative to be promoted to a successful position. Fortunately, the second lieutenant disappeared in a secret operation of the Germans a day ago, otherwise it would be difficult to face.

I hope he will never come back, many people in the headquarters think so.

So even though he is still in Russia and is a de facto invader, Eric has become an army general of another country without knowing it. (To be continued, please search for Piao Tianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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