Chapter 186 Wangcai's intimidating power is on par with Zhang Sanfeng!

Night fell.

In the Middle East region, at a frontline position where the forces of Israel and Almagi bordered each other.

The terrain here was complex, with craggy rocks forming a natural defensive barrier.

Israel's soldiers were gathered in small groups, smoking and chatting. Although they were a well-equipped regular army, every face wore an undisguised look of exhaustion and neurotic tension.

After all, the previous lessons had been too painful.

"That Hassan seems to have gone quiet again lately. Do you think he's brewing some big move?" a young recruit whispered while cleaning his rifle.

"Shut your crow's beak!"

The veteran squad leader beside him glared at him fiercely, his cigarette butt trembling in his hand. "Do you want to summon those damn bees or the gas canisters?"

At the mention of these two words, the surrounding soldiers subconsciously shrank their necks.

They would never forget that terrifying scene—the sky-covering drone swarms and that apocalyptic rain of gas canisters rockets.

Twice.

Twice, their pride and joy, the "iron fist" armored brigade, had been wiped out entirely, leaving not even a scrap behind.

"However…"

The veteran squad leader glanced at the pitch-black wilderness opposite them, his tone relaxing slightly, tinged with a hint of luck and disdain:

"Fortunately, we are facing that Bearded Man, Almagi, this time."

"That bumpkin might have many men, but they are just a rabble armed with AKs. He isn't as freakish as Hassan, who can get his hands on those perverted toys from the Eastern Country."

"That's true," the soldier beside him echoed. "Not every armed organization is as badass as Hassan. If any random guerrilla group had that kind of firepower, we would have been driven into the sea long ago."

This thought was the only mental pillar supporting them as they stood there at this moment.

They feared Hassan, but they still scoffed at Almagi, a traditional warlord with only a few pickup trucks.

However.

Just as they were comforting themselves with this logic, thinking tonight would be another dull patrol night.

Suddenly.

A strange sound came from the dark wilderness.

"Da da da… da da da…"

It was not the roar of tank treads crushing the ground, nor the growl of car engines, and certainly not the sound of human footsteps during a charge.

It was a dense, low, rhythmic tapping sound.

It was as if… countless beast claws were running rapidly over hard rock, the sound of nails digging into the ground.

"Shh! Listen!"

The veteran squad leader's expression changed. He violently threw away his cigarette butt, raised his rifle, and the hairs on his body stood on end. "What is that sound?"

Everyone held their breath and listened intently.

The sound grew closer and denser, like a tide surging from all directions, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

"Flare! Fire a flare, quickly!"

"Bang!"

A flare rose into the sky, its pale light instantly illuminating the wilderness in front of the position.

The next second.

The pupils of all the Israel soldiers contracted to the size of pinpricks, as if they saw the gates of hell opening up to them.

They saw that among the rock piles, in the gullies, and even on the almost vertical cliffs.

Hundreds of silver-white mechanical creatures, flickering with eerie blue light, were rushing over with extremely agile movements!

They moved on all fours, as agile as cheetahs, yet possessed the coldness and mechanical nature of insects.

"Are those… dogs?!"

Before the recruit's exclamation had even faded, fear became reality.

The robot dogs, which had initially looked somewhat "cute and silly," suddenly revealed their ferocious side the moment they approached the position.

The batch of "Wangcai" charging at the front had light machine guns steadily mounted on the slots on their backs, which Li Jiajun had originally designed for hanging shopping baskets.

"Target detected… Dynamic balance algorithm activated… Fire control correction…"

Although there was no voice broadcast, the chips inside these robot dogs were calculating frantically, perfectly converting the top-tier balance algorithm Li Jiajun had designed to "deliver soup without spilling during express delivery" into stability for firing while moving.

"Da da da da da da!"

Tongues of fire spat out!

Dozens of machine guns opened fire simultaneously. While running and leaping at high speed, the muzzles remained as steady as a rock, and the dense hail of bullets, like a steel storm, instantly covered Israel's frontline position.

"Take cover! Enemy attack! Ahhh!"

Screams rose one after another.

The Israel soldiers were stunned. They tried to fight back, but the bullets hitting the robot dogs only made a crisp "clang" sound, sending up sparks.

That was the thickened composite casing Li Jiajun had specially added to prevent "naughty children" from breaking them!

At this moment, it had become the most indestructible individual armor!

"It won't break! It just won't break!"

"What kind of monsters are these?! How could Almagi have such things?!"

A sense of despair was spreading.

Even more terrifying was that besides these "machine gun dogs" providing suppressive fire, there was another batch of "suicide Wangcai" with C4 explosive packs strapped to their backs.

Like ghosts, they used their small stature to slip into the blind spots of tanks and charge into the firing ports of sturdy bunkers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Violent explosions resounded through the night sky.

Several "merkava" tanks parked in the rear had their tracks blown off, and some even had their chassis flipped over before they could even rotate their turrets.

This was not a battle at all.

This was a one-sided, dimension-reduction style massacre.

This devilish legion made of "toys" used an unprecedented tactic to turn this position into a sea of fire in just ten minutes.

Almagi stood on a distant hilltop, watching this scene, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

After the battle ended.

Israel's follow-up reinforcements arrived at the scene.

A high-ranking officer walked across the devastated position with a livid face, looking at the still-burning wreckage, his heart filled with terror.

He couldn't understand why that "bumpkin" Almagi had suddenly acquired combat power even more terrifying than Hassan's.

"Sir… look at this."

A soldier tremblingly handed over a piece of debris from a robot dog's casing that had been blown off.

The officer took the fragment and shone his flashlight on it.

On that charred composite armor plate, a cute, grinning cartoon bear logo was still clearly visible.

And below the bear was a line of square Chinese characters, along with an English translation:

【 Li Family Toy Factory / Li's Toy Factory 】

The moment he saw this logo, the officer felt his heart give a violent jolt.

It was them again!

That nightmarish toy factory!

That… Eastern Country toy factory that provided drones and gas canisters rocket launchers to Hassan!

"Lunatics! These Dongguo people are all lunatics!"

The officer's hands were shaking violently. He slammed the wreckage onto the ground and roared at the communications soldier:

"Contact the Ministry of National Defense immediately! Contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"I want to lodge a complaint against the Eastern Country!"

"This is a war crime! This is a trampling on civilization!"

"That Li Family Toy Factory… it is wholesaling weapons of mass destruction to terrorists all over the world!"

"If the Eastern Country doesn't sanction them, I… we will keep lodging complaints. I don't believe they, the Eastern Country, don't care about their international reputation."

He said this with absolutely no confidence, just like the feeling when, in martial arts novels, the six major sects besieged Wudang Sect and some character threatened Zhang Sanfeng by saying, "If we all rush at you, Master Zhang, you might not be able to kill all of us before your internal energy runs out."