Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The two armies fought fiercely here, but for the local civilians, it was nothing short of a struggle, as they struggled to survive in the ruins, in the streets, and in the looted shops.

The sun had fully risen, and under the bright sunlight, a swirling cloud of heat and dust rose from the Longnan Desert. Within the dust, something seemed to be slowly emerging.

Vesniako, a man whose name contained the word "spring" but who had never experienced a day that could be called spring, quickly raised his binoculars, which only had half of the lens intact, and looked at the gradually spreading sandstorm.

It wasn't a sandstorm, but something else entirely: a square, metallic monster rolled across the barren land, and amidst the swirling dust and distorted hot air, this behemoth and its cubs hurtled toward the city.

Visniako hurriedly grabbed the last of his valuable possessions, including his precious metal pot, and stuffed them into his backpack. He also put his weapons, crossbow bolts, biscuits, a little clean water, and, more importantly, medicine. He grabbed the metal cable on the side of the crane and slid down to the ground. This hiding place was no longer safe; he had to get out of here.

Everyone knows that these urban outskirts are the hardest hit areas by landings and shelling, and he must get to the sewer entrance near the city's core area as soon as possible.

The only safe spot is the suspended area below the lower deck, but the flea market and black market owners there aren't easy to talk to, so the little medicine I've managed to save has to be traded away for a safe sleeping bed.

No one knew that in that steel city, which seemed to be deliberately slowing down to create psychological pressure on the locals, moving slowly and steadily, a group of people were moved to tears when they saw the city's spire on the horizon. Heaven knows what terrible things they had experienced in the past few days.

First, the location of the fallen part was finally identified. However, this result was even more alarming than the fact that it was something that had broken out of the transmission system: it was a pin securing the Originium reactor inside the reactor.

So here's the question: it's obviously impossible for it to pass through the thick hull and appear outside the hull, so how did it get there?

There are three possibilities. The first is that it is a forgotten spare part, since the land-based ships are built and installed as they are being built.

Instead of cutting through the deck and hoisting it down, it is quite normal for spare parts to be forgotten in a truss or temporary storage platform in the bottom structure of the ship.

After all, this is not a surface ship, so there is no need to consider hydrodynamic resistance. The ground structure inside the skirt armor is full of suspensions, platforms, and elevator structures. In this situation, it is quite normal for this spare part to slide off a platform that no one had noticed before due to the bumps and vibrations.

After all, during the maintenance, the engineers found several plastic crates of "aged iced tea" in these locations (anyone with experience in construction sites and working at heights knows this), so there is a possibility that the spare parts were forgotten. However, considering the shipyard's management system and its response to spare parts not being properly matched, the probability is not very high.

The second scenario is terrifying: the latches that were supposed to be installed were left uninstalled and forgotten. This story is extremely frightening because it means that the core of one of the Originium reactors was not properly secured. It may not be a problem now, but it could explode at any time and blow everyone on board into the sky.

However, as long as the inspection engineer isn't an idiot, it's impossible for such a large thing to be missed.

Besides, without a latch, wouldn't the engine room make strange clanging and banging noises when the land-based ship starts moving?

The most terrifying one is the third type, where the reactors are all fixed in place, the workers have indeed installed them, and they have checked that no parts are missing.

However, they confused the specialized reactor pin with a certain steel component of the ship's hull. To put it simply: they abandoned the baby and took the placenta instead.

However, it is impossible for the ship's hull components to be completely identical to the reactor parts, so they are likely only very similar in appearance and color.

However, no matter how close it is, it's impossible to fit it in perfectly—so this story is like using a hammer to force a memory card that's been inserted backwards into the memory slot.

As a result, the main propulsion system had to be shut down, and since it couldn't be repaired in the field, it could only be driven by backup power. However, the backup power was simply insufficient to power such a massive system, and it could only navigate at the lowest possible speed. Even so, it had to operate under overload conditions.

It did verify the reliability of the backup power system in advance; at least it didn't break down during the last stretch of the journey despite continuous overload operation.

Because this thing has to be repaired by cutting open the deck, it has to be docked, and the mobile maintenance ship simply can't do it, even though they did send a spare reactor and spare parts.

Even assuming we don't repair it, we need to determine which of the sixteen engines in the tandem assembly was installed incorrectly, then remove that one from the production line and rely on redundancy. Going back is clearly impractical; the engine might even fail before it gets back to the shipyard.

This isn't at sea; few land vehicles weighing hundreds of thousands of tons can tow such a thing. The only super-large tugboat capable of pulling it is the Great Yan's "Serpent God" class Mountain Moving Ship. This thing...

Well, they've been scrapped for a long time, because there's nowhere for them to be used in the Great Yan Kingdom. The last two were left to rot slowly in the Great Yan capital's parking lot.

So the only option was to grit our teeth and move forward, thankfully the weapon system was independently powered. Otherwise, things would have gotten even more complicated.

"Open the hatches, seize the suburban farms and mines, shut down the aircraft for maintenance, and all personnel prepare for combat!"

As the sandstorm subsided, the massive steel behemoth slowly came to a stop, spewing hot, sparking air from the exhaust vents near the stern and sides, dispersing the lingering dust.

"Click, click, click!" With the powerful rhythm of the ratchet, the sloping plank at the bow of the ship slowly opened down, forming a ramp leading to the ground and revealing the assault ship compartment inside.

The Abaddon-class ships can carry four Titan-modified engineering vehicles and eight Odins.

In addition, the replica Thunder Hammer light tank and the replica Great Flame tank renamed Grizzly can carry a total of 40-60 vehicles.

Together with the 20 transport trucks in the multi-level parking garages on both sides, and the 122 light armored assault vehicles in the spare parts depot, this warship forms a ground assault group.

The Leitanian army, which had occupied the suburban farms, never expected such a behemoth to come crashing down on them. Tarkov was not a big city, and for Leitania, their precious fleet would not be wasted here.

The battles here are mainly fought with light weapons and light infantry. Letania has hired a lot of free mercenaries to do this job, so as not to provoke Lungmen and Da Yan by sending out a large army.

These mercenaries barely have enough firearms to spare. If they encounter an armored assault group like this, they'll be doomed on the spot. It's ridiculous; they're here to fight for money, not to engage in positional warfare against metal monsters armed to the brink of death.

Besides, how could we possibly fight a positional war against an enemy with dozens of 120mm or larger caliber artillery pieces, even if we just randomly put them together, on an open, spacious battlefield where the largest defensive fortification was a wooden barn?

What's the difference between that and courting death? If you're looking to die, you can just stab yourself in the heart with that knife. That would be much more comfortable than being blown to pieces or burned into golden roast meat by a dragon fire bomb, right?

The assault team captured most of the farm's buildings and areas without breaking a sweat. The engineering vehicles and transport trucks unloaded the makeshift camp structures, reinforced the camp abandoned by the mercenaries, and deployed anti-drone anti-aircraft guns and light anti-armor emplacements.

Fully armed soldiers jumped off the troop carriers, occupied the high ground, and eliminated the remaining enemy one by one, checking for any strange places such as cellars.

Compared to the battle at the farm, the fighting at the mine was much fiercer. There, the regular army of Letania fought. You could tell they were old friends of Kazdel just by looking at those familiar tanks. They were using the mine pits and mountains to put up their resistance.

The assault team made several attempts but failed to take it down; these guys destroyed the mine's rail system.

Moreover, the narrow mine shafts made it impossible for tanks to drive in, and for infantry to charge into the unfamiliar mine tunnels and fight these Leitanians would be a complete waste of their lives.

"Main gun calibration!" The turret at one corner of Abaddon's deck slowly rose and rotated, its broadsword-shaped gun rails splitting to the sides. "Number one ammunition drum loaded!"

Three projectiles fixed on a metal circular bracket were inserted into the gun barrel. Electromagnetic guns do not need to consider chamber pressure. Several projectiles can be inserted at once for rapid firing. At most, the damper and rail will be subjected to greater stress, and there will be uncontrollable shock waves.

After numerous tests, this three-round burst is the maximum number of consecutive shots that can be supported; any more than that would damage the gun barrel.

Even with this safe three-round burst, it is recommended not to exceed five times during the entire lifespan of the gun assembly, as it is considered a relatively safe extreme overload firing mode.

"Launch!" Three shouts rang out in unison, and twelve eerie blue dots of light hurtled away. The feeling of the 220mm magnetic railguns hitting people was quite unique, like a child blasting a sandcastle with a magic sparkler.

A dazzling trajectory, violent tremors, and a deep, resounding rumble. Finally, the target collapsed like a pile of sand, filling me with a mischievous, childhood joy.

The dispersion of three-round bursts is simply unwatchable. It was originally designed to compensate for the lack of caliber and destructive power by maximizing the rate of fire, and it doesn't require much accuracy.

The tunnel collapsed with a deafening roar, and a barrage of explosions and intense dragonfire flooded every corner, though there were certainly hidden exits still existing. However, for Talulah, there was no need to go and find every single one of the gophers.

Her objective was to exploit the infected manpower in the mine. Guided by Reunion agents who had infiltrated beforehand, the infected laborers and some ordinary miners seized the opportunity when the landship arrived to kill the overseers and guards of Letania. They then fled to an open-air storage area for the ore, lit an Originium smelting furnace, and the murky yellow smoke marked their location.

Upon receiving the signal, ground assault troops quickly reached the individuals and transported them to a farm where the USS Abbotton was unloading medical equipment to provide initial diagnosis and treatment to the infected individuals and miners.

Even with all the preparations made, many people were still injured while resisting the overseers and trying to escape. Most of the injuries were knife wounds, some were puncture wounds from crossbow bolts, and a few were from flying stones and shrapnel.

"Suture device!" Susuluo took the automatic suture device from her assistant and, as if pulling on the sides of clothing, gathered the skin and flesh of the wound together. She pressed the suture device down and slowly but forcefully pulled, causing the staples, like those of a stapler, to automatically arrange themselves in rows on the wound, resembling a winding centipede. "Cellular healing agent, 3 ml..."

These commonly used Covenant wound care products are favored by most medical operators, including Sussurro, as long as they don't bother to read the instructions carefully.

The suture device and antibiotics are used to prevent wound infection after castration of animals, while the cell healing agent is a product manufactured by the spaceship's emergency medicine dispensing station. It is used to enhance the speed of cell division and wound healing. The drawback is that after injection, the patient's wound will feel hot, as if the wound is being burned with a red-hot iron.

Indeed, this is the case. After the injection, the affected area needs to be placed in low-temperature sterile water to prevent the heat generated by rapid cell division from directly burning the wound into dead tissue, or even causing damage to the brain and nervous system.

"1 ml of anti-cancer inhibitor, intravenous bolus, send to the ward..." Susuluo wiped the blood off her hands, and the next injured person was sent in like pigs on an assembly line.

Anti-cancer inhibitors are complementary drugs to cell healing agents. They cannot inhibit cancer, but can only inhibit the pseudo-cancer effect caused by the former drug.

In other words, prevent your body from mistaking this rapidly dividing and healing area for a cancerous area and directly sending T cells to the entire body.

Next up was someone whose thigh had been pierced by a crossbow bolt. The medics had already stopped the bleeding, and now it was the field hospital's turn to handle the follow-up treatment. "Handsaw!"

The chainsaw cut the arrowhead from the metal shaft, then pulled out the shaft, ripped out the blood vessel like pulling out a rubber tube, tied it up, sewed it up, stuffed it back in, sewed it up again, then gave a hemostatic injection and a blood transfusion, "Send it away, next one!"

Good medical equipment and ample medicines enabled most of the injured to survive.

However, there was nothing that could be done for those who were seriously injured. They already had all sorts of ailments and severe malnutrition, so their chances of survival were extremely low.

"When will the attack on the city be launched...?"

"Don't rush, let's raise my flag first!" Talulah shook her head. Fighting two enemies at the same time was a bit difficult, so it would be better to turn one of the enemies into one of our own.

As the Duke's adopted daughter, Talulah naturally had her own flags and coat of arms. When the red dragon flag and the serpent flag representing the heir to the Duke of Koschke were raised, the garrison watching in the city breathed a sigh of relief.

Although everyone knows that Miss Talulah and the Duke don't get along well and don't get along very well.

However, since the Duke has no other children and has not revoked her status as heir, she remains, in name only, the Duke of Koschche's sole heir and the future Duchess.

He was a territory officer in the territory of Kosiché. In other words, he probably wouldn't dare to get involved in the Duke's internal affairs.

However, in matters not involving inheritance, there is no problem in obeying the enemy's command during foreign wars, and there is no need to worry about being retaliated against.

Those below had no idea of ​​the Black Serpent's immortality. In their eyes, Miss Talulah was already an adult, and the Duke was not young either; who knew when she might actually become a duchess? To try and harm her now would be tantamount to courting death.

In any case, it's just a matter of pledging allegiance in advance. Besides, there's nothing wrong with Miss Talulah bringing land battleships to the rescue, and some of the more astute noble officers even immediately thought of the classic scene of loyalists fighting for the emperor, and even began to consider whether they should go all the way in by surrendering.

For example, not only would they obey Miss Talulah's orders, but they would also follow her all the way to Luoyang, and while rescuing the Duchy, they would "explain the pros and cons" to the Duke, and then, in a "far-sighted" manner, appoint her as "Regent." As for whether it would be a case of filial piety or something else, that was not something these ordinary nobles dared to get involved in, and they were not afraid of being silenced afterward.

Of course, the best scenario would be that the Duke besieges the city, is then brutally murdered by the Letanians, and Lady Talulah swears an oath before his spirit to avenge her father, rightfully inherits the duchy's power, and then leads the army to drive out the enemy. Her rule is legitimate and flawless.

As for how to have the Duke killed by the cruel Letanians, that's Miss Talulah's problem to worry about, and it has nothing to do with these officers.

If all else fails, and if necessary and the price is right, they are not incapable of becoming the "ruthless Letanian assassins," as long as the price is right.

However, these are all things for later. In the siege, these newcomers could at least be considered friendly forces, which was a great thing. In contrast, the Letanians were not happy.

Chapter Sixty: The Collaborators

Chapter 60

A sharp whooshing sound rang out as four railguns landed on the street. Tall shops and buildings suddenly billowed into a cloud of smoke. After a brief pause, the buildings lurched downwards, and dust and debris flew out in all directions like shrapnel.

The sturdy yet lightweight carbon frame emitted a series of cracking sounds like firecrackers, with sharp fibers and fragments bursting apart layer by layer. The anchor bolts securing the base of the structure also jumped up, sending a Leitania light tank that couldn't dodge in time spinning several times.

The "Claymore" Originium railgun uses conventional kinetic energy penetrators this time, which are metal cylinders used to destroy buildings and various simple fortifications without causing too many civilian casualties.

In addition, there are even more fun concrete bombs, used for blunt force trauma and small-scale damage to enemy troops, almost like the gameplay of an ancient catapult. After the concrete pillar lands, it will explode into fragments of rock in the surrounding area, making it difficult to kill people on the spot.

However, it can effectively create a blunt force effect, destroying vehicles or smashing through cover to kill enemies inside a room, rather than blowing up the entire building.

"Secondary gun calibration, suppress target!" The close-range suppression power of the land-based ship is quite terrifying. This moving steel city is crushing you, with at least twenty or thirty small-caliber rapid-fire weapons on the sides firing rhythmic barrages of steel rain at you.

For troops that haven't built permanent fortifications, it's like being on a mountain of knives in hell; one wrong move and a part of your body is gone forever.

"Boom!" The low-lying slums in the suburbs were engulfed by tracks as high as three stories. The tracks, covered with a layer of hard ceramic steel protective sleeve made of carbon nanomaterials, caused a devastating crushing attack on these wooden and brick buildings.

Not to mention these buildings, even the stranded Leitanian tanks were easily crushed into a metal pancake. The fate of any small vehicle would be the same if it were crushed by a 11.7-ton object, let alone human flesh and blood.

Because it only had backup power, the Abaddon moved very slowly, and this slowness put great psychological pressure on the Letanians and the Ursus garrison.

"Bang!" "Banded to the side! Minor damage!" Visibly, a piece of armor fragment flew out along the orange-yellow trajectory of the armor-piercing projectile. It seemed that the quality of the locking mechanism was a little lacking, but the armor fragment itself was unharmed.

However, the locking mechanism broke, and several armor plates were blown away, spinning and embedding themselves in a pile of rubble, instantly severing a crooked utility pole in half.

"Left 1.2 degrees, repair team!" The damage control team used a cutter to cut open the fixing bolt, and a small piece of the latch at the impact point automatically came loose. Then a new armor pack was delivered onto the deck with a "whoosh!"

Like sliding down a ladder, the armor plates slid down layer by layer, accompanied by the sounds of welding and automatic locking, and the bullet-proof surface was once again restored to its external armor protection.

"Ineffective!" One after another, orange-yellow armor-piercing shells from the city defense cannons hit the warship. Traces of flying armor fragments and broken shell bodies can be seen, indicating that they have only knocked off a small part of the enemy's outer layer, with damage comparable to the scratching and clawing between women in a fight.

Tarkov is not a large city, and the power and caliber of its defensive guns are quite ordinary. These 150mm to 250mm weapons have very limited lethality against large warships like the Abaddon-class.

The warship began to turn sideways, using its wide hull to protect the assault troops emerging from the hatches at the fore and aft. Drones on the deck roared into the air and swooped down towards the city.