Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 772 Contacting the Resistance

A heavy thud came from afar, immediately attracting the attention of the combat troops in Blacksmith Street, and even the demon lizardmen who were closing in seemed to have noticed something.

Battalion Commander Newman squinted and listened intently for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief and exclaimed excitedly, "They've completed the demolition!"

I just don't know if they've successfully blocked the underground water outlets located in the moat...

When the Northern Army fought against the Lizardmen in the icy wasteland, the soldiers felt that the pressure from the enemy almost destroyed their resilient minds. Under the dual erosion of fear and extreme cold, everyone could only numbly fire their guns, and dared not spare any energy to think about anything else.

Now that we're fighting in Eisengard, although it's still a long-distance, cross-border military operation, the experience is much better than before... We're already quite used to the enemy in front of us, and we no longer worry about death following us like a shadow.

Many mid- to lower-ranking officers, like Newman, were able to adapt flexibly in combat and operations, executing many strategic tasks that were more conducive to the occupation.

The battle in Blacksmith Street is gradually coming to an end as the demon lizards' repeated charges have been effectively contained.

The hastily assembled large number of enemies did not seem to be commanded or guided by any evolved beings such as the Red Lizardmen or Winged Ones. When faced with concentrated machine gun fire, they did not crawl on the ground to avoid the hail of bullets as they had done before...

This situation immediately made Newman realize that they were not a complete and organized combat unit, but most likely a hastily assembled group of scattered defeated soldiers after the main force had been scattered.

It seems that their so-called hive-like main consciousness does not give full control over every individual combatant. Different levels of evolved beings command lower-level ordinary soldiers. Once the information connection between them is broken, the enemy will be like headless flies, blindly following the most basic marching instructions without knowing how to coordinate their attacks.

The firing intervals of the magic machine guns gradually lengthened. The warband did not have a sufficient supply of ammunition and supplies for this military operation against Rhinoceros Horn City. There was no need to pour bullets on these insignificant routs. They could simply concentrate their fire and eliminate them when they got close enough.

With the cover of snipers on the surrounding high ground, the battle lasted for nearly half an hour. Newman's battalion was not even injured. Only a few soldiers who were at the forefront of the battle line were caught off guard and were attacked by crystal spikes from the air because they were focused on fighting and had inadvertently leaned out of their cover.

"Commander, the team on the moat has completed their mission and started retreating to the south gate headquarters. Should we follow suit...?"

The soldier ran up to Newman, bent over, and reported.

Newman looked up at the sky and realized that it was almost evening and it would soon be dark... Nighttime urban warfare was not an advantage for humans. Once they lost sight of the city, the accuracy of their shooting would be greatly reduced, and the collapsed buildings and ruins would make it easier for the enemy to hide and launch surprise attacks. It would be unwise to stay near the city's underground sewers.

"Concentrate fire to completely crush their last wave of attack... Then we will fight and retreat, first reaching a temporary base three blocks away, and then considering whether to return to headquarters."

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The rebel leader, Meyer, was bound to someone's back with a belt. His two lower legs, from the knees down, were long gone. Only two hemostatic bandages were tightly tied to the upper part of the severed limbs, but they still could not stop the gushing blood.

During the moat demolition mission, in order to block the underground water hole, when faced with enemies suddenly surging out of the waterway at the last moment, he resolutely cut the protective rope and pushed the young John towards the water surface... while he himself, holding the alchemical bomb, plunged headfirst into the water hole.

Fortunately, in the chaos, the bomb box fell into the water pipe by accident. He himself was pushed out of the water pipe while fighting with a demon lizardman. At the moment of the explosion, he was shaken to the surface by the huge water wave. His blood stained the originally turbid river, which immediately attracted the attention of the people on the shore. They immediately jumped into the water and rescued him.

However, whether due to the blast wave or being severed by the demon lizardmen during the underwater battle, his legs had been severely damaged by blood loss, leaving him in a deep coma with only a very faint pulse detectable.

A bloodline warrior decisively injected him with a regeneration potion, barely maintaining his vital signs before immediately carrying him on his back and leading the group towards the main camp. Even carrying an adult on his back, a mid-level bloodline warrior could run at full speed like a fast horse.

It took less than an hour to cross a large area of ​​ruins in the east of the city and arrive at the South Gate garrison base.

"Quickly! Get a doctor! There are critically injured people here who need medical attention!"

Upon hearing the news, the military medical officer, Sandra, immediately rushed over with paramedics and a stretcher, and without further ado, carried the person into the field medical station.

"You gave him a regeneration potion?"

The bloodline warrior nodded, then said blankly, "The bleeding can't be stopped, there's nothing we can do..."

This small dose of regeneration agent naturally couldn't have any miraculous effect. Let alone reviving such a severed limb, it was even a bit difficult to stop the bleeding from the leg wound.

Fortunately, this stuff can both nourish and mend the flesh and blood, and sustain the dying soul on the verge of collapse. Injecting a dose in a critical moment can allow someone with one foot in the grave to hold on for a while longer.

After quickly getting Meyer into the operating tent, Commander Wayne also arrived upon hearing the news.

"I heard you brought back a local rebel leader?"

"Commander...this guy helped us blow up the underground sewers on the East Gate Blacksmith Street, successfully blocking a passage for the Demon Lizardmen to rise from underground!"

As the subordinate responded, he pulled the boy, John, who was huddled to the side, over.

Wayne nodded, forcing a softened tone as he asked the boy, "How many rebels are still operating in secret within Rhinoceros Horn City?"

John shrugged somewhat fearfully and stammered, "I don't know about other places, but in the area around the East Gate Blacksmith Street, there are three teams... Uncle Meyer once led us to make contact with them and exchanged some food and medicine."

"What is the exact number of you? Where do you usually hide? And what do you rely on to fight against the alien race?"

Seeing the tall, muscular officer's cold and hard expression, the boy grew increasingly fearful. "About... about a hundred men. There are many interconnected cellars in Blacksmith Street and Warehouse Street. We can use them to avoid being searched by those monsters. As long as we don't go out at night without permission, we generally won't be discovered."

He paused, swallowed, and continued, "Killing those heavily wounded and isolated alien monsters was entirely... entirely thanks to the magical weapons in Uncle Meyer's hands, but there weren't many... and the magical projectiles were almost exhausted."

The Northern Army commander who came to their door today brought them five hundred magic missile vectors and two sets of sophisticated alchemical sights, which was a timely and much-needed support.

Wayne nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "Your leader will receive proper medical treatment, but you need to take our people and find a way to contact all the resistance fighters in the city. In this special time... I'm sure your locals won't refuse to fight alongside us, will they?"

(End of this chapter)