Alan was having the time of his life on the mud horse, zipping across the swamp with wild abandon, which made Nanaue incredibly jealous. The little shark jumped and danced on the edge of the muck, his excitement palpable.
When Alan finally returned, he tossed his hair and said with satisfaction, "Now that was a thrilling experience of speed and passion."
"Nanaue wants to play!"
Nanaue happily took the mud horse and eagerly stepped onto it, imitating Alan's movements as he kicked his feet into the mud.
Splat!
He used too much force, immediately overturning the sled and landing face-first in the mud.
"You have to sing and pedal at the same time, injecting your own emotions into it. Horses are emotional animals, after all," Alan instructed seriously.
Pay attention to the feelings of a damn mud horse? This guy is a true talent.
It was a pity that while ordinary people could learn it at a glance, Nanaue, whose IQ hovered just around the passing line, failed as soon as he tried.
"Nanaue, as your master, I feel ashamed."
Alan turned to making more mud horses. After a busy period of cutting down trees in the woods, everyone finally had their own. Nanaue, who had always wanted to be the strongest, repeatedly asked Alan to make him an enlarged version.
"Commandos, strike!"
The team used the mud horses to wade through the muddy swamp, which was now as easy as sledding.
It was the beginning of spring, and frequent rains had turned battlefields everywhere into quagmires. If the mud horse could be mass-produced, it would definitely be a powerful weapon on the battlefield. Not only was it easy to manufacture, but the materials were also easy to obtain. Alan had inadvertently brought out an ancient invention, one that could significantly impact the mobility of the Allied forces on the muddy European front.
As they approached the fortress, the sound of gunshots echoed from within.
"Could it be they're having a disagreement on the issue of tops and bottoms, leading to an internal fight?" Alan guessed with narrowed eyes.
"Attack directly. Catch them by surprise." Steve discovered there were no sentries on the fortress walls and immediately decided to launch a quick sneak attack. As for why the enemy was in the middle of a civil war, that was not within the scope of their immediate consideration.
"Nanaue, shark charge!"
"Nanaue, attack!"
At that moment, Nanaue shouted like a human tank and rushed toward the fortress gate. The team walked in a straight line behind him. With Nanaue acting as a human shield, all they needed to do was reach the door, and Namor could break open the heavy solid wood with a single punch. The reason Namor didn't just fly into the fortress was that he was worried about snipers. Although his physical fitness was amazing, rifles and sniper rifles could still break his skin at close range.
Boom!
With one punch, Namor easily blew the door away, seemingly without using his full strength. At the same time, they saw Nazi soldiers surrounding a woman in leather armor.
Alan recognized her at a glance and exclaimed, "She's a Pokémon!"
"You know her?" Steve wondered how this guy seemed to know everyone. Of course, the nickname was just for reference and was not to be taken seriously. She was nearly six feet tall with the figure of a runway model; calling her a Pokémon was a bit of a stretch.
"She once coveted my stunning beauty, but I rejected her cruelly," Alan raised his eyebrows and explained. "She is too superficial. I only like women who value my inner qualities."
Carter couldn't help but roll her eyes, complaining in her heart, What inner qualities could you possibly have? You just have an endocrine disorder.
"Princess Diana, don't panic! I am your consort!" Alan shamelessly claimed the identity of a royal consort and joined the battle with a machete in one hand and an iron chain in the other.
Yes, this woman was none other than Wonder Woman Diana, the Amazon princess from Paradise Island.
As the commandos took action, the Nazi soldiers in the fortress were completely helpless. The battle was over in less than a quarter of an hour.
As a result, Wonder Woman and the commandos were locked in a standoff.
"Namor, come with me." Diana held the Lasso of Truth in one hand and the Sword of Vulcan in the other, her tone unquestionable.
Alan pinched his nostrils and said arrogantly, "Hey now, hands off the merchandise. You touch my people, you'll have to answer to me."
Diana brandished the Sword of Vulcan, its golden light flaring. "Have you felt this before?" she challenged.
"Go ahead," Alan said, his tone stubborn but his eyes betraying his fear. "I've had worse tickles." He was a demigod with two divine artifacts; Alan was not foolish enough to fight her head-on.
"Is there some misunderstanding?" Steve came out to smooth things over. After all, Diana had treated the Nazi soldiers mercilessly, so she should be considered a friendly force. He was even thinking about how to win her over to the commando team.
"You know me?" Namor cast an expectant look, hoping to get some information about himself from her.
Diana's beautiful eyes were startled, and she frowned as she observed him. Namor's expression was blank, and there was no false pretense in his eyes.
"He has lost his memory. I am his attending physician. If you have any questions, you can talk to me," Alan interjected.
Diana glanced at him and saw that he looked unusual. Without any further argument, she put away the two artifacts and calmly explained, "The Kingdom of Atlantis has declared war on Paradise Island. I came to find you to prevent the war from breaking out."
Namor was the king of Atlantis, and returning to the ocean to stop the kingdom from declaring war was the only solution Diana could think of. The United Kingdom of Atlantis mastered technology and magic. Paradise Island was protected by the old gods and belonged to the family of gods. Once a war broke out between the two sides, it would inevitably spread to the land.
"Okay, I'm willing to go with you." This was an opportunity to regain his memory, and Namor readily agreed.
"I have a brilliant idea," Alan said with a sly look on his face. "I am willing to represent Atlantis in a marriage alliance with Paradise Island. Princess, what do you think?"
"Not much." Diana dodged and appeared at Alan's side as fast as lightning. She lifted him up with one hand like a chicken and asked with a sneer, "Did you just say that I covet your peerless beauty?"
"Who, who started that rumor?" Alan looked around and said righteously, "When a man is handsome, he will be envied. Princess, don't listen to the slander of the villain."
The commandos looked at him with disdain. We can testify that he said it himself.
The misunderstanding was resolved. Everyone sat down and chatted calmly.
Diana recounted the origin. "Not long ago, the Atlantean envoys landed on Paradise Island to demand the submission of the Amazons. Naturally, it turned into a dispute. The Amazon warriors were fearless and decided to fight on the spot. While preparing for the battle, a seriously injured Atlantean fled to Paradise Island and brought news that the king was missing. Now, control of the country has fallen into the hands of the nobles, so I came to find Namor to quell the war."
Alan said with a mischievous grin, "Princess, if you don't consider a marriage alliance, I'll be at a great disadvantage."
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