Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 431 430. Rankings are probably useful in most cases

There is a huge difference between having fire support from a mobile base and not having it.

Especially when Sefer discovered that there were mercenaries hired to defend here, the pressure came up.

I don’t know what’s going on in these guys’ minds. They dare to take this kind of job and even continue doing it. Do they think that being a mercenary has some immunity?
However, the mercenaries on the opposite side did not appreciate it at all and immediately went into combat mode the moment they saw Seifer.

To avoid any misunderstanding, Seifer decided to introduce himself first: "Hello, I'm Red Crossbow, an independent mercenary with no current mercenary ranking. I'm level five. I want to prevent this thing from being destroyed."

Miss Nana blinked, as if she didn't understand why she had to introduce herself in this way - although she had never done this before, maybe she could figure out the other party's needs?

The other side didn't understand either, but their fancy machines, with their unique weapons and equipment, looked completely customized according to tactics, and it was obvious that they were not crude stuff.

"No need for pleasantries. Rank C-99, Independent Mercenary Anthocyanin, Level . Just stay there and don't embarrass us!"

Having said that, he still revealed his ranking, and then several others followed suit and revealed their ranking levels and mercenary levels.

Seeing that the guy coming was a strange-looking machine with such thin track legs, these people easily defended against the support personnel sent by various companies while also laughing at the Cypher machine, saying that it was here to make people laugh.

This is the difference in communication levels between the parties. It is certainly impossible for Sefer to tell the enemy the current situation... He focused his attention on the person at the back.

That guy's equipment was truly outrageous. He was a light biped, dual-wielding heavy shotgun shells, and could switch between two melee weapons.

It is a specialized machine for combat against other machines.

The other party said indifferently, "Hello, ranking level A-15, independent mercenary Six Warriors, level nine. The mission requires me to respond in this way."

As soon as the mercenary finished his declaration, the guys who were everywhere rushed up together. All that Seifer could see was the lock warning, and the alarms in the machine were ringing continuously.

Even Miss Nana was so nervous that she pursed her lips, a little worried about whether Sefer could hold on.

The moment those guys rushed over, Sefer moved.

The tracks rotated, the engine nozzle roared, and the entire machine jumped down from the platform of the passage, dodging the tracking or locked rockets with incredible speed and flexibility, and rushed into the work area with explosions all the way.

Several mercenaries completely caught up with the leader, without even thinking about what was mounted on the back of the tracked machine.

After all, its hands are only holding a pistol, a low-level supplementary firepower weapon, which is simply a joke!

The first person jumped up and rushed quickly to the locked machine. Before he could pull the trigger, he saw the machine with high-speed tracks turn sideways and point its shoulder at him.

"Varied……"

The siege gun mode is boosted, and then the gun fires!

Countless metal fragments and explosive jets blasted it into the air, and Cypher's body used this backward force to change its trajectory, like a constantly swaying upright puppet...

It shakes constantly but will never fall down, and can even move immediately after firing.

However, there are not many places to hide here. The frequent battles before have destroyed most of the shelters, and large targets like aircraft are even more difficult to hide.

In just two encounters, Cypher had to rely on his armor to withstand several rounds of strafing, energy burns and close-range rocket blasts.

The mech's warnings were incessant, but Cypher ignored them, pursuing or dodging with swift movements. He fired his pistol continuously, accurately hitting the target's foothold. It looked as if the men had deliberately rushed into him. The damage wasn't great, but the insult was immense. As Cypher sprinted backward, he was constantly being chased and struck.

Several mercenary machines were scurrying back and forth, making the scene even more chaotic. Some were even equipped with heavy flamethrowers, which were dancing wildly. As a result, ordinary people could only quickly hide away, fearing that they would be accidentally hit or trampled to death...

As the machine roared, Cypher glanced at the time, and when an enemy was changing ammunition, he suddenly twisted the tracks and instantly sprinted in the opposite direction on the ground.

By the time the man realized that this desperate guy was coming towards him, it was too late. Cypher's body crashed into him, and the impact force transmitted through the thick armor made his head buzz.

The spike slammed into the core module of the aircraft with a bang. Cypher didn't even look at it, pulled out the spike, and continued to run around in the crowd under the fire.

As the violent explosion was heard, the mercenaries finally understood why this machine could continue to operate without overheating.

This guy - its cooling mode is different from that of our group, it directly pops out the heat sink!
What does this mean? It means that there is absolutely no way this machine can overheat or slow down before the heat sink runs out.

The number of people continued to decrease. This guy, who had no ranking and was only a level 5 mercenary, was easily destroying everyone here one by one, but the damage he suffered was so little?

Why is it so strenuous? The remaining few people suddenly realized that the A-level guy had been watching the show indifferently until now, and had not even come in to fight!

Someone shouted angrily: "Why don't you come here, you bastard? Did you take the money from the other party?"

"Stop talking nonsense. When to fight is my business. We don't get paid the same."

The A-level person only had this response.

Seeing that the enemy was hitting harder and harder, their bodies were already covered with scars, but their movements were becoming more and more fierce. On the other hand, although our side was clearly well-armed, most of the attacks had no effect at all.

Several people secretly discussed it in the communication, weighed the pros and cons, and immediately made a major decision that changed their lives.

After they finished this round, even when the flamethrower brother rushed forward to get killed, they pointed their guns at the sky without hesitation and fired all the rockets.

The violent roar and explosion instantly caused a lot of debris and metal garbage to fall from the ceiling - then they immediately retreated and sprinted at high speed in the direction they were supposed to go after the battle was over!
Firing a few shots into the sky would be enough to justify the extra money the entertainment company paid them in advance. What comes next is working hard to make more money, so forget it.

Some independent mercenaries would run away even if it meant they would face the penalty of mission failure, mainly because they had indeed discovered that... they could not win.

Rather than losing your life here, it is better to run away first and then slowly pay back for the problems you may have to bear later!

To be honest, the flamethrower was quite threatening. However, when he changed the flamethrower fuel tank, he found that all his teammates were gone.

Stunned, he suddenly turned around and saw that Cypher had fired his pistol repeatedly, hitting the computer on his head accurately while the 'long spike' in his hand had already hit him hard.

There was no need for any revolving scenes. The man couldn't even say his last words as a long nail pierced his core on the spot. A crimson light burst out and he fell to the ground in complete dejection.

Now the only one left on the field is...

"Six Samurai, right? You're pretty good at selling out your teammates, so why do you want a one-on-one duel? Is it for honor, or do you think a gang fight would be embarrassing?"

The other party did not answer, but just showed the shotgun: "Go ahead."

(End of this chapter)