From the point of view of weapons, the magic delta is not qualified because its load capacity is extremely limited.

Carrying a fully armed soldier, after filling the fuel tank with fuel, the delta wing can only carry less than 50 kilograms of materials.

What can this thing do?

You can only throw dozens of Molotov cocktails at most.

In the absence of a means of aiming, throw something from a few hundred meters above the ground. Are you sure that this method is lethal?

Renault felt that intimidating the enemy had a greater effect.

The biggest advantage of Magic Delta Wing is actually speed.

The Alpha team rushed to the Pyrenees port from the town of Chaca, nearly 260 kilometers away, in just 2 hours.

The speed of 130 km/h does not sound fast.

But please don’t forget, this 260 kilometers is a straight line distance.

If you travel by foot, you need to bypass various impassable mountains, forests, hills, rivers, etc., and the actual distance is definitely not less than 400 kilometers.

Under normal circumstances, it will take at least 2 days for Team Alpha to reach the Port of Pyrenees.

The magic delta wing is different. No matter what obstacles are ahead, it can be surpassed without hindrance. Coupled with the powerful power of the jet engine, it has the miracle of reaching the destination in 2 hours.

"Please pay attention to all members of the team, immediately put away the'paper airplanes', hide them, mark them, and give you 5 minutes, and then we will leave on time..."

After all the paper planes landed safely, Grumm issued an order immediately.

Spalletti immediately folded the delta wings of the paper airplane and wrapped it in a black tarp. Then he gave a low drink and entered an awakened state, and his muscles swelled in a circle in an instant.

At this time, his strength greatly increased and he easily lifted a paper airplane weighing 80 kilograms and hid it in a bush.

After 5 minutes, a group of people quickly disappeared into the darkness.

…………

It was 3:30 in the morning.

"DaDa...DaDa..."

"Guru... Guru..."

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes and the rolling of wheels, a long string of lights emerged from the deep darkness.

This is a fleet of more than a dozen four-wheeled carriages.

Two oil lamps were hung on each carriage. In order to facilitate the journey, the coachmen tried their best to adjust the brightness of the oil lamps to the maximum, otherwise, the light of the oil lamps still did not shine far.

They had to open their eyes and stare carefully at the road, lest the wheels accidentally fall into the mud or hit the stones on the road.

In the most ornately decorated carriage in the middle of the convoy, two people were sitting in the driver's seat.

One of them was wearing a simple linen clothes, holding the reins tightly in both hands.

The other was wearing a black formal dress and his gray hair was meticulously combed. He was obviously a housekeeper serving the nobles.

"Boom..."

There was a knocking sound in the carriage, and then a small door was opened, and a sound came out.

"Lehr, how long will it take to get to the port?"

The coachman flicked the rein and replied respectfully:

"Master, there are about 15 minutes left..."

The car was quiet for a while, and there was another whisper, and then the master's voice sounded again:

"Millard, will the merchant ship arrive on time?"

"Yes, sir." The butler turned his body slightly, "I have confirmed with Captain Francis again and again...cough cough...he must be at Pier 18 before 3:30 in the morning."

The housekeeper Midler's voice was quite hoarse, and he coughed slightly from time to time. His pale cheeks showed a strange blush, and it seemed that his physical condition was not very good.

"I want to use this gentleman's credibility, now this time... ahem... The'Black Windmill' has docked at the pier and is ready to welcome you..."

"Then I can rest assured." The master in the carriage sighed.

After a pause, he asked with concern:

"By the way, Midler, is your health any better? Your cough seems to be worse than yesterday, and your voice is more hoarse..."

"Master, thank you for your concern, I don't have any serious problems, just take a two-day rest..." the butler said gratefully.

"Well, you pay more attention." The master's voice lowered, "I hope everything goes well for this voyage, and nothing goes wrong..."

"Dad, it won't." A crisp and lively voice suddenly inserted a sentence, "We will definitely arrive at Wimbuston safely."

"Oh, my little angel." There was a smile in the master's voice, "Daddy believes you..."

"Ha!"

The small wooden door was closed, blocking the conversation in the carriage.

"Wimbuston?" Chafrell glanced at the butler beside him and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Butler, are you talking about the largest port in the Kingdom of Jinling on the Xinghai continent, Wimbledon?"

"Do you know Wimbuston?" The butler blinked and gave a small compliment, "Mr. Lehr...cough... It seems that your knowledge is more extensive than I thought..."

"It's nothing." Lehr laughed happily. "When I was young, I used to be a sailor and followed a merchant ship to Wimbuston."

"I still remember the'St. Bruckner's Cathedral' in that city. Oh my god, the 12 white jade icons in front of the church are so amazing. What's the difference between real people..."

"The height of the main hall of the church is also amazing. I really don't know how the masons..."

Lehr talked endlessly as if opening a chatterbox.

During the conversation, the convoy arrived at the port. After a brief negotiation with the port guard, the convoy drove straight into the port and proceeded to Pier 18.

A 1,000-ton sailing ship with a length of more than 60 meters is quietly mooring at the berth at the dock, undulating with the waves, like a sleeping giant.

After hearing the noise on the pier, the lights quickly lit up on the deck, and after a few figures looked at the side of the ship, they quickly jumped onto the pier.

The housekeeper greeted him immediately, and he took the initiative to extend his right hand to the tall middle-aged man headed by him, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Captain Francis, I am glad to see you again, you are as punctual as the most accurate clock..."

"Mr. Midler, the way you speak is always pleasant." Captain Francis smiled heartily.

He glanced at the convoy, then took a step closer, and asked in a low voice:

"I wonder if I can have the honor to meet Earl Weaver?"

"Of course." The butler replied in a low voice, "Mr. Earl will meet you after getting on the boat. In addition, before arriving at Wimbuston, please do not reveal the identity of the Earl to other people on the boat."

"No problem." Captain Francis replied immediately, "Mr. Midler, I swear by my reputation, I won't say a word."

Then he turned his head and shouted to his men:

"Amuro, call all the guys down, we have work to do, do you see the luggage over there? Put them all on the ship..."

…………

A few hundred meters away, Grum, standing in the shadows, looked far away at the busy Pier 18, with a sneer smile on his mouth.

He waved his hand and issued a command:

"Attention to all, immediately put on diving equipment, once the Black Windmill leaves the port for more than 10 kilometers, do it immediately!"

"Yes!"

The 12 players responded in unison.

According to Gurum’s prediction, the Black Windmill will set sail before 4:30 in the morning, and the Alpha Team can begin its mission after half an hour.

At that time, the sky was still unclear, and it was the time to kill people and would not disturb anyone.

Hmph, Lord Weaver, if you want to escape at night, we will kill you at night!