The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

Go and seal the right gap!

Don't let those damn metal lumps get in!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a deafening roar exploded at the right breach, splattering blood-soaked rubble all over Old Cole's face.

The metal frame behind the broken wall had pushed aside the collapsed rubble, and the infrared scope on its head emitted a cold glint, the red dot firmly locked onto the figure huddled deep inside the fortification.

Damn it!

Old Cole cursed angrily and fired a burst of special bullets, which blasted straight into the T800 robot's head sensor core.

Before the thick smoke had even cleared, communications soldier Mike dragged his blown-off right leg into the bunker, his trachea filled with blood blisters.

"Captain... the thermobaric bomb didn't completely kill those scum who were chasing us!"

Old Cole's heart sank, and he didn't answer. He pressed his rough, hard hand against Mike's bleeding leg wound, shoved the first-aid kit into his arms, and turned to continue peeking out through the gap in the cover.

Beneath the collapsed concrete bridge at the valley's exit, the T800's infrared sensors shone brightly in the haze.

A careful count revealed that no fewer than 50 pieces of silver metal survived the impact and heatwave.

At this moment, they all surged down the slope, their mechanical feet pounding on the gravel, making the ground beneath their feet tremble. This was three times more than the previous ambush!

Ever since the artificial intelligence defense system 'Skynet' developed by humans gained self-awareness, it has ruthlessly launched a nuclear attack.

Human civilization has completely broken down!

The surface has become a wasteland riddled with radiation and devastation.

Skynet, which views humanity as a threat, has not ended its purge.

After the nuclear war, it premeditatedly began manufacturing large numbers of mechanical killers, drones, and war robots to wipe out the remaining humans.

A few survivors took refuge in underground bunkers to survive and formed a resistance army, launching a long war between humans and machines against Skynet.

This confrontation lasted for decades, but as mechanical factories mass-produced robots like assembly lines, humanity gradually found itself at a disadvantage.

Under the siege of the mechanical legion, the resistance forces had no choice but to avoid direct confrontation and resort to guerrilla warfare.

Beside a heavy machine gun that had exploded in the trench, sniper Hunter, his face covered in soot, wiped the blood that was flowing down his chin.

"team leader!

"Our reinforced platoon only has seventeen men left who can carry guns!"

"Someone must break through with the chips!"

The sniper raised his hand and shot the mechanical hound that was creeping along the riverbank, and a burst of heavy machine gun bullets swept over, cutting everyone off so that they dared not look up.

The robot's shooting was remarkably accurate; in just one burst of heavy machine gun fire, Hunter was shot through the shoulder bone by a single bullet.

He gritted his teeth, rolled to the side, and fired the last armor-piercing rocket, hitting the T-1000 with heavy artillery at the front, sending metal fragments flying more than ten meters.

Cole wiped the soot off his face and stared at the crimson sea of ​​stars that was getting closer and closer down the slope. He knew that no one could get out without making a decision.

"The car can't be driven!"

"Dick, Jones!"

You two travel light, bring plenty of high-explosive grenades, and follow Lynn through the old rock crevice on the north side of the cliff!

The space was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time; the T800's behavioral logic couldn't squeeze in.

Remember to climb up and follow the shepherd's trail; you must reach the missile site on Red Rock Peak within three days!

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Lynn, who was huddled deep inside the bunker, and stuffed the last two compressed biscuits and the last two bottles of water into his pocket.

Finally, a rough hand pressed on the sewn-up chip pouch in his arms. "Remember, the chip is strapped tightly to your waist. Even if you are shot, you must sink it into a deep ditch before you die. It must never fall back into Skynet's hands!"

This chip was stolen by a decoder who infiltrated the Skynet server.

It contains military coordinates and key data for parts of Skynet in North America.

As long as it can be delivered to the rebel missile site 300 kilometers away.

They can then use the data inside to cause a large-scale paralysis.

At that time, missiles will be used to plow the land, which will reduce the chaos in the area for a short period of time.

"The rest of you, stay with me and defend the fortifications!"

Damn it, even death cannot stop these lifeless machines from desecrating us!

Upon hearing this, Dick, gripping his pistol, jumped up and roared in a deep voice that drowned out the gunfire: "Captain! I'll stay behind to cover you!"

Let Tom take him away!

I fought for eight years; my hands have more iron filings than bullet bullets on them. If I stay, I can take down ten or eight more!

"Stop talking nonsense!" Old Cole kicked him in the butt and grabbed him by the collar without any politeness, shoving him toward the back door.

"That crevice was discovered by you when you were herding sheep. Who else could find that hidden entrance but you?"

"If we waste any more time, we'll all die here! Get out of here now!!"

With his leg severed, Mike leaned against the wall, bit open the fuse of the explosive charge, and dragged his severed leg toward the bridge arch.

"team leader!

I can't walk anymore. They strapped six explosives to me and I blocked the entrance to the bridge. If these bastards want to come over, they'll have to step on me and blow me to bits first!

"I'll give you an extra half hour!"

The remaining soldiers around them stuffed armor-piercing rounds into the ammunition pouches of those who stayed behind. No one complained about leaving—everyone knew that staying meant death, but no one tried to escape.

Lynn clutched the cloth bag and burst into tears, biting her lip and refusing to move: "Just let Dick take the chip."

"I'm staying. I can take a gun too. If we have to leave, we'll go together. I won't abandon you!"

Old Cole was quite alarmed. "Damn it, what time is it?!"

What's with all this talk of pure love and passion?!

Before the young man could continue his rambling, Cole delivered a resounding slap.

Your life is no longer your own!

roll!!

If you keep dawdling, I'll shoot you, you believe me?!

As soon as the words were spoken, the leading T800 had already reached a hundred meters away from the fortification, and infrared red dots swept across, covering half of the bunker.

Old Cole raised his hand and fired a burst of armor-piercing explosive rounds, overturning the first T800 that was holding out, hoping to trade one for one.

"Go! Go around through the side tunnel! Quickly!"

Dick gritted his teeth, grabbed Lynn's arm, and ran towards the gap in the back mountain, with Jones quickly following behind to cover them.

Old Cole turned back, shoved the last row of armor-piercing rounds into the magazine, and looked up at the dark, surging tide of metal.

The dozen or so brothers who remained all pointed their guns at the valley exit and opened fire.

They managed to stall over fifty T800s for almost five minutes, but during that time, people continued to be shot and fall, yet no one was willing to take a step back.

The robots don't need prisoners; they just need to clarify the agreements.

Mike eventually detonated the explosives, but the time he could buy was still limited.

The other three brothers, seeing the advancing tide of metal, also resolved to die, detonated their explosives and charged towards the robot. Deafening explosions rang out one after another, filling the valley with smoke and the smell of burnt metal.

In just ten minutes, the fortification, which had been filled with gunfire, was now reduced to just Old Cole leaning against the broken wall with Hunter and a young communications soldier with a bullet wound in his thigh.

All three men had emptied their magazines. The enemy still had more than twenty T800s and several T1000s, while Old Cole had only one Glorious round left, ready to pull the pin.

But this is not the most hopeless situation. What's even more desperate is that Skynet's AI has already calculated and cut off all escape routes.

The drainage channel in the back mountain, which was originally intended to buy time and allow Lynn and his companions to escape, had its outlet destroyed by a round of artillery fire, leaving not even a crack and leaving them with almost nowhere to retreat.

Old Cole stared at the approaching red aiming dot, prepared to perish together with it: blow himself up rather than let Skynet catch him stealing his memories.

But at that moment, the robots that had been coming on strong suddenly stopped, and almost simultaneously withdrew from the defensive fortifications, looking up at the sky, leaving only two T800s to clean up the mess.

But even so, Lynn and the others who returned from the secret passage fired in an emergency, ultimately saving two lives.

At the same time, a group of robots that had run out of the fortifications looked up at the haze overhead.

Lasers and missiles roared ahead of the spacecraft.

When the blinding pale blue beam of light struck down first, three thick laser beams instantly enveloped and melted the twelve robots!

Before the other robots could react, four heavy missiles trailing blue flames slammed into the group of robots.

Four loud booms echoed as the smoke dissipated, leaving not a single part of the robot's wreckage.

Inside the fortifications, several men, still reeling from the explosion, scrambled to their feet, gripping their weapons tightly, too afraid to even breathe.

"What's going on?" Lynn asked with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. "Are those reinforcements outside?"

"I don't know!" Old Cole said through gritted teeth.

During the battle, you don't feel anything, but as soon as you relax, you realize that half of your shoulder has already been hit by a bullet.

Blood soaked through his combat uniform as he pressed himself against the broken wall, the aftershocks of the explosion still ringing in his ears.

However, his mind was racing.

Skynet had cut off their communications long before the surprise attack.

According to the rebels' response plan, it would take at least three hours, not that long in advance.

Is Skynet playing hard to get? Or is it a ruse?

Is it because they're desperate and want to destroy the chip?

Is there something important inside?

Or perhaps an army just happened to be passing by?

……

Old Cole patted his head and shook it, still feeling that it didn't quite make sense.

"I'll go out and scout ahead; you all wait here."

If things go wrong, immediately run along the undamaged half of the rock crevice!

Also, you must destroy the chip immediately. Absolutely do not let anything fall into the hands of strangers, understand?