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"These weaklings are useless!" Although the train only had two rifle platoons (the other four platoons were escorting the engineering team, including a mechanized infantry platoon composed of veterans, a rifle platoon, and two armored platoons), while the enemy had at least two battalions, the difference in equipment made the situation look quite bad.

Fortunately, the Yeti veterans among them performed well, mainly because their 16mm composite armor could ignore all light weapons attacks, including their own.

"Yeti, assemble! Suppress the enemy!" Petrenko tossed aside the Snow Rabbit rifle, which was now useless in terms of distance and numbers, took a fully automatic version of the MA12 modified squad automatic weapon from his comrade, and grabbed another rifle in his other hand, opening fire with both guns simultaneously.

The dense hail of bullets was a devastating blow to the attackers, who were suspected to be bandits and unable to lift their heads. However, their heavily armed soldiers also emerged from the hangar, ready to engage the Yeti squad in a firefight.

"A city-breaking crossbow? I knew it!" Those city-breaking crossbows, resembling whaling cannons, were standard equipment of the elite Ursus city-breaking troops. "I knew that even if the bandits had unearthed a landship, they wouldn't have this kind of fighting spirit..."

They were bandits, not an army; when the gains outweighed the losses, they would retreat decisively.

Instead of having hundreds killed or wounded, and being thoroughly humiliated, they still maintained their fighting spirit and intensity.

"How much longer until the reinforcements arrive!"

"They'll escort the engineering team to a safe location before they come to rescue us!" Compared to the train with two whole platoons of riflemen, armored carriages, and molten metal cannons, the unarmed engineering team was more likely to get into trouble.

Therefore, the commander's decision was very clear: to protect the engineering team first, as those engineers and technicians were far more valuable than this truckload of supplies.

The reason why the two platoons belonged to two companies was that the engineering team in front did not have air-conditioned rooms, and the only air-conditioned rooms were used for equipment.

Therefore, one of the rifle platoons that had suffered a large number of non-combat casualties was replaced, and a well-behaved mechanized infantry platoon was transferred from the train to replace it.

As a result, the train's troop strength became a mere ragtag team of over 50 new recruits and a few veteran officers, while the firepower of the engineering team ahead was increased to an astonishing level of two mechanized infantry platoons and two armored platoons.

They also seemed to have been attacked, but the attackers were more like real bandits. After being bombarded by four Titan tanks (two for an armored platoon) and attacked by a platoon of veterans in full power armor, they were routed in just three minutes to the point that even the skilled Yeti veterans could not capture any prisoners.

However, this also made Vasily, the commander of the 2nd Company, dare not send troops to rescue his comrades behind him, fearing it was a ploy to lure them away from their base.

Because the engineering team's personnel and equipment are much more valuable than the trains that follow.

In particular, since the engineering vehicle itself can only be manufactured using nano-honeycomb technology, if it is lost and a new one is manufactured, Old Xia's honeycomb lifespan will be declared scrapped. Therefore, his order is: even if everyone behind dies and all the train supplies are lost, the engineering vehicle must be brought back intact!

He had to ensure the engineering vehicles reached a relatively safe area before he could send a small team back to check if the rest of the people were still alive.

He also believed that with the equipment and armored train that followed, it wouldn't be gone so quickly.

"Concentrate all heavy firepower and attack the tracks!" Petrenko had no choice but to abandon the new recruits and gather the only Yeti veterans he had. He used all the heavy weapons he could find to attack the landship's tracks, hoping to disable its mobility. As for the new recruits, they could only leave it to fate.

Besides, even the new recruits are equipped with exoskeletons and automatic weapons. If they were still defeated by a group of guys who only had crossbows and melee weapons, it means that these guys are completely useless.

The crossbow bolts were a bit too powerful. One bolt, which looked like a short spear, pinned a new recruit to the wall of the carriage. Before he could struggle, a melee fighter dressed as a bandit came rushing in and chopped off his head with a single blow.

Moreover, the explosive crossbow bolts kept Gorem and his entire class pinned down, unable to lift their heads. The bolts themselves were weak, but the explosives attached to them made them even more formidable. "Damn it!"

Graeme ducked and rolled to avoid a string of exploding crossbow bolts that embedded themselves in the sack beneath him, causing a series of small explosions.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The enemy wielding the explosive crossbow was swept by a burst of all-metal bullets and torn in two. Then, the gunner operating the fixed crossbow was shot down by the marksman in his own squad, and the enemy's firepower stopped for a moment.

"Hiss—" Graeme then noticed the excruciating pain in his hand. His thumb was almost entirely attached to his palm by a thin layer of skin. Fragments of the explosive crossbow bolt had almost sliced ​​off half of his thumb from the first knuckle. Several metal and Originium fragments were also embedded in his helmet. Without the helmet, he would be a dead man.

"Ah!" Graeme endured the pain and used the hot melt knife to slice off half of his thumb. The high temperature instantly charred the wound. He then took out bandages and treatment spray from his first aid kit, bandaged the wound, and, enduring the pain, quickly ran to the next firing point with his gun, setting up his weapon to fight back.

"Boom!" After multiple heavy weapon attacks, especially the rockets manufactured by Lao Xia, the metal link finally broke, the entire track snapped, and was then thrown off by the metal road wheels. The road wheels were then thrown off by the impact and severe damage.

A metal object weighing tens of tons rolled past the train with a rumble, and another one crashed into the upper part of the carriage, smashing a container to pieces, and then rolled over the train and into the distance, carrying tons of flour and other goods.

After emitting a screeching sound, the landship gradually slowed down and came to a stop, and began to tilt and roll uncontrollably.

The immense force caused the hooks and cables attached to the carriage walls to break, and the train showed signs of derailment. Fortunately, the Yetis cut the cables in time, preventing the train from tilting and overturning.

At that moment, an armored platoon returning to provide support appeared on the horizon. Two Titans unleashed their full firepower on the anchored landship, illuminating the entire sky with the flames of the explosion.

"Six dead, 17 wounded, three seriously wounded, nearly half the casualties." Inside the personnel carriage, which was being used as a makeshift field hospital, bloodstains and the smell of blood were everywhere, from both friendly and enemy soldiers. Fortunately, the medical equipment was relatively complete, and these wounded had a high probability of survival, except for the three seriously wounded.

The crossbow bolts used by the enemy were all Originium explosive heads, and their bodies were pierced with a large number of Originium fragments that were difficult to remove. External injuries were easy to treat.

However, such a dense concentration of Originium particles entering the body will quickly develop into a living bomb in the late stages of Oripathy.

There was no time for surgery or medication to suppress the reaction; their bodies began to crystallize. Petrenko had to order them abandoned, leaving them by the roadside with a pistol and a bullet.

This is also the tragedy of patients with Oripathy; they don't even have the right to die in their hospital beds surrounded by friends.

Because they would become living bombs, turning their own relatives and friends into second infected individuals, and if the explosion were powerful enough, there was even a chance of them being killed on the spot.

"It's those Ursus guys again. They're not wearing any military ranks or identification. We can't really label them as bandits!"

The bandits come from all races and backgrounds: defeated soldiers, deserters, homeless people, infected individuals, those who couldn't bear the oppression and turned to banditry, and even impoverished nobles who had to flee after losing political struggles—you name it.

Therefore, even if Ursus's city-breaking crossbows and these corpses with obvious Ursus characteristics are discovered, it doesn't prove anything. Weapons and equipment can be explained, for example, where did Big Daddy get the shield guard equipment?

Lungmen even sells Ursus standard equipment. Claiming that a military train was robbed in the field is a completely impeccable excuse—otherwise, where did those Ursus generals' mansions and fine wines come from? From military pay?

What a joke! General Helag, as one of the flag bearers and icons of the Ursus army, had enough of his life savings to open a small clinic. With the little money the military had, he would have trouble even eating.

This is also the underlying economic reason for the warlordism in Ursus. Years of war and aggression have emptied the national treasury and the royal family's wealth, but have enriched a group of nobles and interest groups. As a result, the various military regions and army groups have to find their own ways to make money.

When military and financial power fall into the wrong hands, it would be strange if warlordism and regional separatism didn't emerge. Ultimately, it's because the young emperor is poor.

Were they bandits? Perhaps, since there's no evidence to prove they weren't. But were they really bandits?

Petrenko and Vasily couldn't be sure, because banditry in regular uniforms was a traditional skill of Ursus, no, it was a traditional skill of every country in Terra. Those self-proclaimed gentlemen in Victoria were just more diligent in wiping their mouths with napkins.

The Great Yan army did not have regular troops pretending to be bandits to rob people. This is not because they were disciplined, but because they did not need to pretend. The Great Yan proverb, "Bandits pass by like combs, soldiers pass by like baskets, and officials pass by like shavings," already explains the situation.

It seems that the Sarkaz of Kazdel don't pretend to be bandits either, because the difference between them and bandits is that they are more professional, and their robberies are larger in scale and more thorough.

Meanwhile, in Ursus, Rhodes Island had entered Duke Koschei's territory and was heading towards the Duke's capital. Black Serpent was slightly surprised by the Doctor's arrival.

However, he eventually agreed to meet with him once, and the meeting was scheduled for the afternoon of three days later, because he had some important things to do during those three days.

Chapter Five: The Bunny Gained Fat!

chapter Five

In the Aretosha's office in Kazdel, on the screen, the little tiger seemed to realize the ambiguity of the question and quickly added, "Don't misunderstand, I mean I'm a superintendent, after all. I can't be handling your company's affairs all day long, can I? I have my own things to do too..."

"It will probably take at least a year and a half, but after six months, Yelena won't have to stay here anymore. Once she goes back, you shouldn't be so busy."

"Phew... I see. It still takes a bit too long." Swire breathed a slight sigh of relief. She wasn't really being coquettish; she was genuinely quite busy with work on both fronts.

Especially with Lao Wei's side, something seems to have happened again. People from Da Yan are constantly entering Longmen, which is putting a lot of pressure on the Guard Bureau.

"Well, I can't really help with this kind of thing, because it's very difficult for me to enter the Da Yan market, even though they bought a lot of my seeds," Old Xia said honestly. "However, you shouldn't worry too much, because neither Old Wei nor Da Yan will clash with your father's group."

"However, the situation in Victoria has been quite tense recently. The conflict between the royalists and reformers is almost out in the open, and it's not a good choice to stand on either side."

Swire was not indifferent to her family, and she also had a good business sense. The political struggles in Victoria were becoming increasingly intense, especially after the assassination of Therese, which exacerbated the changes.

"Then let's not take sides, okay? Actually, I only know a little about politics."

Old Xia shrugged. He had a very basic understanding of classical politics, which was why he was unwilling to cooperate more deeply with the Emperor of Ursus, even though he could certainly get at least the position of Minister of Finance if he sided with him.

It's not just a natural inability to adapt to backward civilizations, but also a genuine lack of understanding of classical political struggles. In comparison, directly using methods of overwhelming productivity is more appropriate.

"That's all for now..." Old Xia turned off the communicator. Swire stared blankly at the black screen, then looked down at the fluffy tail wrapped around her calf.

Her already adorable face seemed to be adorned with delicate makeup, and she wore a pair of crystal earrings. However, from the beginning until now, the two of them had basically been discussing official business.

"So, it's just an illusion? Ugh! Why did I do something so pointless?!"

"Click!" The communicator was connected again. "I forgot to mention, your earrings are nice today. But you'd suit a more classic style of jewelry better. By the way, what are you doing?" Old Xia looked at the little tiger rolling around on the sofa, grabbing his hair, with a puzzled expression.

"Slap!" This time, it was the little tiger's turn to slap the communication link shut with lightning speed. "Seriously, what is she thinking?" Old Xia shook his head and looked at the rest area behind him.

Yelena leaned back on the sofa, her head tilted back, her long and lithe legs crossed and propped up on the small coffee table, her bare feet bearing calluses that didn't belong to a young girl.

Her pink bunny coat was open, and one strap of her white tank top had slipped down to her upper arm, revealing a hint of her slightly developing, fair skin. The hem of her thin skirt also revealed a glimpse of blue and white. "Huff...huff...huff—"

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep like that..." Old Xia shook his head. Besides, she's a grown girl now, and her body is starting to develop. Can't she be a little more careful? This careless movement is revealing too much.

An air-conditioning blanket was tossed onto the white rabbit. She opened her eyes slightly, glanced at it, casually wrapped herself in the blanket, and continued to doze off on the sofa. Training new recruits was indeed a very tiring thing, especially for her. Now that she had nothing to do, she could finally rest properly and take a nap.

At this moment, at the Koschke residence, the Doctor sat quietly in a chair, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, seemingly without any anger or dissatisfaction at being slighted, as if he were at home.

However, Kal'tsit next to him seemed a little nervous, with a cold expression, her arms crossed, staring coldly at the Duke's steward standing opposite her, who was constantly sweating.

"Ah, evil spirit of Babel, what a rare guest. I'm so sorry, I had some small tasks to complete." The black serpent sat down with a flawless, polite smile. "May I ask what brings you to visit me?"

“Before I talk about my business, let me say something else.” The Doctor put down his teacup. “Your assassins will not give you any response, so you don’t need to have too high expectations for this matter.”

"Oh? An assassin? What assassin?"

"I'm not a judge, I don't need evidence. Based on your past behavior and abilities, you were out arranging assassins during your disappearance, weren't you? Do I need to tell you who they were targeting?"

The doctor shook his head, looking into the black snake's eyes. "Salar G-6521, you understand what I'm saying, right?"

Black Snake's expression froze. He waved for the butler and servants to leave, and the smile on his face, which seemed both mocking and as if he had everything under control, vanished.

"Is this the Babel Tower's trump card? No, should I say this is your ability? No wonder—" The black snake stared intently at the doctor, like a cold, venomous snake.

An omniscient and omnipotent doctor, an expert in Oripathy, a top scholar in neurology, and a tactical expert, he seems to be too omnipotent.

The fact that such an all-powerful being had been lying in a sarcophagus for so many years raises many questions, all of which are connected by the word "Sagittarius".

The details, including Rhodes Island's remote neural link, the Doctor's restoration of the neural link's tactical command ability through Originium Elixir, and other small details about snake scale collection, were all pieced together by Black Snake.

"So that's how it is! So, by using Originium Elixir to replenish one's acquired 'scales,' one can gain this power unique to the Demon King, turning subordinate operators into pawns. I see!"

Black Snake seemed to have discovered the secret to the Doctor's power. So, he was that kind of person too—no, it should be said, that kind of thing.

"Instead of trying to uncover my secrets, you should be more concerned about your assassins. They are not just ordinary outsiders. You are simply starting a fire, but you don't know what the flames will eventually burn." The Doctor picked up his teacup again, and the reception room fell into silence.

On the Aretosha, Yelena, rubbing her sleepy eyes, kicked off the slightly warm air-conditioned blanket, straightened her clothes a little, pulled up the shoulder strap that was about to slip completely, and then patted the wrinkled skirt.

If Xia Lin hadn't gone out to check on the soil and water damage near the oasis half an hour earlier, this action would definitely have caused some misunderstanding.

"Oh, Xiao Ye, you're awake!" Xia Lin, carrying tools and wearing a straw hat, looked more like a farmer who had just finished working in the fields than the group's chairman. "Ah, Lao Xia, why didn't you wake me up?" Yelena took some of the tools.

"I see you've been working really hard these past few days, so I'm thinking of letting you rest a bit more. Kids need to grow a lot, they need to eat and sleep more..."

"And then gain twenty pounds?" Yelena said coldly. The number on the scale yesterday made her feel a little anxious, but fortunately she had exercised a lot these past few days and her weight had dropped a little.

It must be said that, as a subspecies of snow hare from Ursus, storing fat to cope with the cold winter is an instinct when food is plentiful.

So... before, I didn't get enough exercise every day in Lungmen, and the food was too good, with sweets every day, cough cough, you know what I mean.

Fortunately, perhaps due to genetic modification, the Terrans each have their own ways of storing fat, and they rarely appear obese. However, this could simply be because the food here isn't abundant enough to allow for widespread obesity.

Yelena stores fat primarily in her thighs, making her legs appear exceptionally plump and elastic, as rabbits primarily utilize their muscles and energy in their legs.

"There's nothing wrong with being a little chubby—" Old Xia muttered. This is the difference between an old father and a boyfriend. The former thinks that children are healthier and cuter when they are a little chubby and round, while the latter just thinks that this is too flat.

"Oh no!" White Rabbit said coldly, especially when compared with the other girls around Lao Xia, she felt a great sense of crisis about her figure management.

Mudstone usually appears to be a burly and strong man, but when he takes off his clothes, he has a very agile and well-proportioned body with incredibly strong eight-pack abs. Yet his waist is extremely slender, and his skin is as smooth as cream, but it seems to contain explosive power. In terms of physique alone, even Little Orca is slightly inferior.