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"Come in quickly!"

"Those guys actually dared to attack us, they've got some nerve! If they were this brave on the battlefield, why would they be running away?"

The turret slowly turned, and the new electromagnetic coil gun, manufactured using wet parts from Razer and built from reverse electromagnetic piercing crossbows, pointed at the distant mound.

"Damn it, didn't you say this thing was easier to take down than a Titan?" The leader of the fleeing soldiers slapped the artilleryman on the head from afar. He confidently asserted that only one medium tank was chasing after them, and that they could deal with the target using the anti-tank weapons and bombs they had stolen.

If you manage to steal a Yankee tank, it will be much easier to escape Kazdel and make a living in a richer place like Letania.

As a result, aside from producing a few sparks, it had no effect whatsoever. Clearly, these cannon fodder on the front lines were unaware that Kazdel had acquired the Great Yan's Dragon Steel. Tanks made from replicas of the Thunder Hammer, fitted with Dragon Steel armor plates, proved very effective against the Electromagnetic Piercers.

"Load anti-personnel grenades!"

"Clang!" A large cannonball was shoved into the cannon barrel. "Cannon Sorcerer, prepare to activate the electromagnetic matrix." The sorcerer raised his hand and hovered it over the firing matrix, an electric arc connecting his palm to the pole below.

"Fire!" After being amplified by 24 Razer arc tubes, the electricity was rectified and boosted by the Synthetic Jade Matrix, and finally converted into a powerful Ampere force by the Originium coil to push the shell out of the cannon barrel.

"Bang!" The terminal fuse exploded, the cartridge case detached, and thousands of steel needles rained down on the mound. A series of screams rang out, followed by a group of people staggering out from behind the mound. "Chase after them! Command's order is: anyone who resists, kill them on sight!"

The coaxial machine gun was already loaded with ammunition belts, and the weapon, which used the same ammunition and structure as the Snow Rabbit rifle, spewed out flames. The abandoned turret tubes rolled into the ammunition collector like water, and the miniature dragon flame bullets bit into the fleeing guys from behind.

Their crudely made protective gear was completely useless as it was pierced through, leaving behind a huge, swollen cavity filled with carbonized marks.

"Annihilate them all, loader, load!" The discarded launch tubes in the ammunition collector were poured into the loader. The loader laboriously cranked the crank to arrange the launch tubes in a row and send them into the loader.

The discarded biological wet parts were mixed with waste Originium particles and extracted, then poured into a yellow bucket marked with a biochemical contamination label. He then pulled out a can labeled "Filling Raw Material" and still emanating cold air and stuffed it into the filling machine.

With a creaking sound from the crank, a new, usable turret-launched ammunition belt quickly rolled out from the other side and was reinserted into the ammunition magazine.

To accelerate the manufacturing speed of wet components, consumables such as tower pipes are now centrally wholesaled. The logistics department even has specialized manufacturing equipment to assemble these wet components into large centralized storage tanks and distribute them to each train crew.

This allows for the reuse of the external hardware components of the launch tube for reloading. After all, this thing itself is not fired, so there are no issues like the expansion of the shell casing or the decrease in accuracy associated with chemical munitions. Reloading can indeed reduce the difficulty of popularizing wet parts, well, part of the problem.

"The water tank still has half a tank of coolant, and there are two cans of coolant left. Should we continue or go back to resupply?" The driver looked up at the commander, who took out a map and studied it for a long time. "Continue. There's a small town a few kilometers ahead of us. Let's go there and take a look. If it's not under the jurisdiction of the police station, we'll take charge of establishing a police outpost."

These counterfeit thunder hammers came from a certain slug girl, who, being a simple working-class girl, naturally had little loyalty. Kazdel offered her a high salary, so she decisively switched jobs, even though she signed a non-compete agreement…

It seems to have no binding force on her. Raytheon Industries of Columbia is furious—the new Kazdel is openly endorsing an individual's breach of contract as a nation, what can you do?

Economic sanctions are the only option—but New Kazdel isn't a poor country like Ursus, nor is it a power like Theresis that relies on foreign powers.

Raytheon Industries was like someone who had been fed a bowl of shit and then found a "win another bowl" label at the bottom of the bowl. They were surprised to find that there was almost nothing they could do to punish the other party. As for food, Casimir was happy to supply it, and they did everything they could to cause trouble for Colombia.

The sanctions imposed by the ore alliance on Rembitox had some effect, but Ursus was still shipping goods. While sanctions could be imposed on industrial products, ammunition, and synthetic jade parts, the Great Yan...

Even the current emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty couldn't stop those local powerful clans from smuggling these things, let alone Colombia, which is even further away.

In the end, all they could do was issue a bounty for the traitorous employee as a gesture, while the new tank modeled after the Thunder Hammer was used by the Doctor to capture these defeated soldiers.

Meanwhile, the logistics department celebrated with champagne – finally, a tank that only needed 12 hours for a major overhaul had arrived.

If Raytheon Industries' motive system weren't completely incapable of powering the Titans, these engineers would have written a petition in blood demanding a complete overhaul of the Titans' power system.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Restoring Order

Chapter 72

In the central recaptured area, the convoy drove through villages. All that could be seen were dilapidated buildings, streets destroyed by artillery shells, several trailers overturned on the roadside, and shacks made of rags and garbage under the paralyzed mobile platforms, resembling mold.

A emaciated child crawled out of the wreckage of the tank, his face and body covered in grease and congealed blood scabs. He clutched a deformed can tightly in his hand and watched with numb eyes as the long convoy passed through the center of the village.

"Bang!" The hatch of the lead light tank was opened, and young Lieutenant Ron climbed out by hooking the handle. He stared silently at the city billowing with smoke in the distance for a long time, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and asked the people below, "Want one?"

The infantryman caught the cigarette thrown to him, lit it with a dirty match, and took a deep drag.

"The days ahead are going to be tough..."

“But life goes on…” the infantry platoon leader exhaled a puff of smoke. “At least we have enough ammunition.”

Due to insufficient manpower, the doctor could only accelerate the recruitment and reorganization process in the rear, and could only prioritize controlling the urban area, first suppressing the rioters and organized deserters who were currently wantonly smashing, looting and burning in the city, and rebuilding the city's management and basic departments to restore its order.

This requires a large number of troops and a considerable amount of time. It must be said that Theresis's stagnation caused the Doctor ten times more trouble than they caused on the battlefield.

The convoy, like a long snake with no end in sight, meandered through deserted villages, ruins, and battlefields, entering positions that the enemy had voluntarily abandoned. Engineers had already filled in the trenches and repaired the bridges and elevator systems that had been destroyed by the enemy during the withdrawal.

The city was no better off than the wilderness. Shops had been looted, and shattered glass and trash were scattered everywhere, along with bloodstains. Piles of corpses lay in alleys and corners, while the sounds of fighting and screams echoed further into the city center.

"Everyone, prepare for battle! Load your guns!" This is different from maintaining order in a rear city; initially, the most thorough measures need to be taken to quell the chaos.

"Three rules: First, all acts of robbery, murder, and rape shall be committed by firing squad, with the protection of citizens' personal safety being the top priority."

Second, ensure everyone stays at home; anyone moving around outside must undergo a search and security check. Third, anyone carrying weapons who does not lay down their arms and surrender within three counts will be considered a hostile target and eliminated immediately.

As for theft, assault, and other minor offenses, they can only be let off the hook, since you're pretty sure whether they're really defeated soldiers and thugs or just ordinary citizens with nowhere else to turn.

However, things were worse than Lieutenant Ron had imagined. Soon, they saw a corpse hanging in the display window. Some of the recruits vomited immediately. About a third of the flesh was missing from the body, cut off by a sharp weapon. The remaining part was slightly decomposed and had a bluish-gray hue.

"Ugh!" The recruit, Kamin, vomited as if he were about to bring up bile. Fortunately, his comrade handed him a bottle of water in time. "Drink some water and calm down. I think it's going to be worse elsewhere."

“Old Knife, we need to organize a special squad. Go and select a group of veterans with good mental fortitude, and bring all the firepower you can carry,” Lieutenant Ron signaled the convoy to stop temporarily.

"What is the mission?"

"Stop cannibalism, immediately eliminate any cannibals you catch, and burn any corpses you can see. If you encounter any that haven't been eaten yet and are still alive, send those with medical value to the field hospital; otherwise, give them a quick death."

"Roger that!" The cold-faced bear-man veteran quickly led his combat platoon away from the convoy, into a side road, and followed the bloodstains on the ground.

The convoy quickly reached the city center, where several groups were engaged in combat, seemingly vying for control of shops and buildings still containing supplies and food. "Intervene immediately, seize the city center, and establish a command post!"

Despite the tanks relentlessly charging towards them, these men continued their futile resistance and attacks, perhaps still caught in a frenzy of fighting. Lieutenant Ron responded with a resolute counterattack using the light electromagnetic piercers mounted on the tanks.

Soon, all the resisters and illegally armed individuals in the city square were subdued. Those who laid down their weapons were pinned to the ground for further investigation, while those who refused to lay down their weapons were immediately eliminated.

The most urgent task now is to restore the city's functions, clear supply channels, and bring in food and energy.

For every minute spent arguing with these so-called rebel leaders, someone in the city is eaten or starved to death due to lack of food, medicine, and supplies.

The convoy formed a circle, blocking all the entrances to the square. Next, the engineers, with their equipment, entered the municipal building and surrounding structures. With the help of the accompanying infantry, they cleared out the residents and dangerous items, then sealed the doors and windows, repaired the power supply system, and set up fixed weapons, turning the entire square into a fortified fortress.

The municipal building was severely damaged, but fortunately no one was interested in the heavy wooden tables and chairs, which was a good thing for the field hospital. They put several tables together to make a hospital bed.

The independent underground power supply was still working. Soon, the city center was lit up again. Next, communication stations, command posts, and supply depots were set up. Meanwhile, refugee camps and relief points were set up near the entrances around the square. The convoy carried hundreds of tons of supplies, more than enough for initial use.

After establishing the forward camp, Ron left behind only the essential personnel, and dispersed the others according to the squad organization to gather the remaining normal areas of the city, restore order to each block, and eliminate all gang members and armed adversaries.

Prioritize restoring the city's water purification system and defense weapon system. If the latter was not damaged during the evacuation, this will restore water supply to most housing areas. Once the engineers repair the power plants or install portable power stations, water and electricity will be restored. The restored water and electricity will give everyone confidence and a signal that the city's order and function are being restored.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Gunshots gradually echoed throughout the city, like herds of warhorses trampling through the streets, occasionally accompanied by a few explosions.

Old Dao aimed at the back of the man running away ahead. The man was carrying a bloody bundle and was fleeing at a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. "Tap tap!"

The deep blast of a rifle shot rang out, and the man fell to the ground, the bloody mess in his hand flying several meters away.

The man struggled to crawl towards the thing, but was stepped on by a boot. "Thud!"

The electromagnetic bomb pierced his skull, followed by a tower heat pipe being thrown at his body. The intense heat quickly incinerated him and the mangled mess of flesh.

The veteran had no time to delve into the story behind it. This wasn't a peacetime courtroom, nor was it a staged photo shoot in front of a reporter's lens. Perhaps the man was simply collecting his family's remains, or perhaps there was some poignant story behind it all, but at this moment, none of that mattered.

"Snap!" A notice was pasted on the broken wall by the roadside, which showed the location and route to the relief point, as well as the new rules issued by the occupiers.

As more troops advanced and more squads dispersed, the gunfire and fighting in the city quickly reached their peak, then gradually subsided. Piles of executed corpses were gathered together with the bodies of the victims and set ablaze, burning them to ashes.

Perhaps finding that these new soldiers were not as brutal as the previous ones, some of the surviving citizens could no longer endure the torment of hunger and cold and took to the streets, heading to the relief points and temporary checkpoints set up at various intersections.

"Women and children first, then the elderly, young men step back!" Bayonets and gun barrels forcibly maintained order. "This is the first time. Starting tomorrow, we will go door-to-door to register the status of every household. Then, the housewives or children of each family will come to collect relief."

Why give relief only to women and children? Why give them double the amount? It's because only in this way can they survive. The strong men in the family will leave them enough food to survive so they can receive relief the next day, instead of eating it all themselves.

You must understand that in places that have struggled with famine and war, things like morality are worthless, and more women and children will starve to death before they recover from the fear of these food reserves.

As for single men, or men who try to lie about being single, they will be organized to work, clearing city ruins and rubble. Only after completing a day's work can they receive food and relief supplies.

The relief supplies were very simple: a bag of starch with the Xia's Agriculture logo, about 10 grams of sugar, and an Originium lamp for lighting. Each recipient would also receive a card with their portrait and name printed on it.

At that time, the system will recognize the card, not the person. No matter who you are or what your reason is, the card will be issued only if the person and the card match, which will further reduce the behavior of grabbing rations and hoarding them.

"Anyone who possesses another person's ration card and steals another person's ration shall be hanged! Any act of fighting or robbery discovered shall be hanged! Any illegal gathering shall be hanged!"

The broadcasts repeatedly echoed the message of the new order, with the doctor's forces cracking down on any potential gangs and factions with maximum force.

Whether it's splitting strong young men into cleanup teams or such harsh laws, these methods have no basis for the existence of such organizations.

However, even with such force, it was still difficult to stop humans from acting foolishly. Gallows were hung everywhere at relief stations and camps, and corpses swayed and gleamed on them.

Moreover, it wasn't just hanging. Before the execution, they would interrogate the gang members to find out their organizational structure and who their leader was. Then, all the gangs and their leaders who were interrogated were subjected to professional raids.

Inside a repair shop in the city's repair module, a voice exclaimed, "This is outrageous! Those outsiders have no sense of propriety!"

"Now is not the time to be disregard rules. They are an entire army, a more troublesome opponent than the noble lords of the past. We'd better keep a low profile..."

"So we're just going to leave it at that? And then we'll all disband and go dig for stones?"

"These people need to be taught a lesson, at least to let them know that this city is more than what it seems on the surface."

"Wait!" One of the people in the meeting suddenly raised his hand. "Did you hear that?"

"What other sound could there be? The sound of machines..." The repair shop was still operating. The workers only had enough food to keep them from starving. The simple weapons they made were the foundation for the gangs of the various bosses.

"No, it's not the sound of a machine, it's..."

"Boom!" The gate exploded, and the boss, who was facing the gate, was smashed into the machine behind it like a blood gourd. His entire front was filled with wooden spikes and steel needles, and he died without uttering a sound.

"One squad, evacuate and organize the workers, and conduct screening and interrogation; two squads, cover the assault team!"

The Ranger tank, a replica of the Thunderhammer, reloaded an anti-personnel grenade and fired it directly at the area where the resistance was fiercest. After the explosion, a large part of the world became quiet instantly, and the infantry team quickly stormed into the building and searched everywhere along the passageway.

"Buzz—" The reconnaissance aircraft, modified from a hummingbird, hovered in the sky. The virtual spiritual entity released by the reconnaissance pod codenamed "Rosemary" penetrated buildings, streets, and pipes, identifying every living being. The data was synchronized to the infantry assault team. Soon, the last escapee was caught at the sewer exit, and all that awaited him was a thick noose.

A few hours later, the engineers moved into the repair area, restarted the machines and various equipment, and stopped producing things like triangular blades. Instead, they manufactured various tools and repair parts to maintain and repair the various functional areas of the mobile city.

In addition to the killings and suppression, the troops that followed also set up "Rosemary" reconnaissance radar. This equipment can quickly penetrate obstacles to find life below, which helps the search and rescue team to carry out rescue work. They organized the young and strong to dig open the ruins and pull out survivors from the cellars and under the ruins for treatment.

This work is also a kind of spiritual baptism for these people, and an opportunity for them to redeem themselves. Those who perform well may be exempted from further screening and trial.

In the suburbs of the city, villages also received some relief supplies. They were organized to carry out a final round of planting work, planting the improved wheat that had been transported to make up for the crops destroyed by the war and the fleeing soldiers. Each person who went to work could get a point, which could be exchanged for a relief supply that was enough to keep their whole family alive.

Inside the warehouses of the transfer stations set up at the front lines, the mountains of starch bags were disappearing at a visible rate, like an iceberg rapidly melting under the scorching sun.

Even with trains constantly transporting more food and supplies from the rear, the supply was still insufficient. Therefore, restoring production activities in these cities and suburbs was essential.

Otherwise, the supplies in New Kazdel will be quickly depleted by this passive approach, making it impossible to launch a new offensive.

It wasn't until a week later that journalists from various countries and frontline reporters were allowed to enter the first batch of cities and villages that had been retaken and occupied.

At this time, although everyone still looked pale and there were ruins everywhere, relief points, relief hospitals, and labor distribution centers had been basically completed, and there was some order. The situation in the city had barely reached the minimum level that could be reported on the news so that people in the rear and other countries could understand it.