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It was a semi-subterranean structure with a pyramid-shaped roof, divided into two levels. The first level housed two armored vehicles, while the second level was used by engineers to set up firing positions.

Because of some strange hobbies and mystical beliefs among the upper class, Letania had a fondness for this pyramid-shaped decorative structure. However, from a military perspective, this structure also had a slight drawback: it prevented the use of very heavy weapons.

Otherwise, this pyramid-like structure, which is entirely supported by four legs, is likely to collapse, and then we'll just have to wait for the troops to come and rescue it with excavators.

"Ready... Move out!" The gunner immediately picked up the fully automatic grenade launcher, emptied all the Dragon Flame grenades from one drum magazine, removed the drum magazine, and without time to reload, directly replaced it with the drum magazine of the second batch of Freeze grenades. He then slung the grenade launcher over his back, switched to the light machine gun next to him, and followed the friendly forces who had already advanced nearly 30 meters forward.

The wall of fire triggered by the grenade was breached, and Kolo, who was the first to rush forward, slid and crashed into the back of a vehicle wreckage. The next second, multiple penetration holes appeared on the vehicle, and a row of short arrows appeared on it.

"Thank goodness I brought a helmet," Chloe thought, forcefully pulling down the electromagnetic arrow that was hanging crookedly outside the helmet's fabric layer and throwing it away.

These civilian vehicles were no match for the penetrating arrows of the fixed electromagnetic crossbow. However, after penetrating the vehicle's panels, the severely depleted kinetic energy would hardly be able to penetrate its powered armor.

The gunners who ran over didn't even look, and immediately set up their light machine guns on a collapsed stone pillar to suppress the enemy's second-tier firepower. After the fire suppression began, Kolo and his men used underbarrel grenades to create a second wave of fire, and with the help of the fire's visual and thermal interference, they launched another assault.

"Run! Don't stop! Don't stop!" The fabric on the outer layer of the armor was already showing obvious signs of scorching.

However, it's still within the tolerance range of the protective measures. But the temperature inside has become very unpleasant.

"Freeze bomb!"

"Smoke grenades!" Several smoke grenades and freeze grenades landed in front of and behind the wall of fire. The low-temperature mist that spread out turned into new smoke grenades as soon as it came into contact with the high-temperature flames, and the air was filled with a thick layer of water mist.

The Leitanian defenders lost sight of the enemy, but Kolo's C platoon, which had already marked the enemy's afterimage positions in the neural network, was significantly less affected.

"Pfft!" The Leitanian machine gunner fell backward, half of his skull was blown off by the railgun. The assistant gunner rushed over, took the electromagnetic crossbow that had been put out of service, and began firing at the estimated trajectory of the incoming bullet.

"Thermal Cannon!" A crimson beam flashed, and the armored vehicle, unable to reverse and avoid it, was left with a molten hole the size of a washbasin. The crew inside were instantly killed by the high temperature and the flames that rolled back against the inner walls.

"Don't stop, break through the underground control room!" The city began to shake, and the first set of anchor bolts slowly retracted amidst the ear-piercing sound of gears. When all three sets of anchor bolts were released, this urban area would be separated from the core urban area.

Inside the underground control area, Leitanian engineers were frantically executing the separation procedure. The cumbersome verification procedures and operational processes, designed to prevent misoperation and terrorist attacks by infected individuals, were simply not going to be fast.

There are a total of 16 combinations of passwords for the three anchor bolts and the protective box. The first anchor bolt and protective box have now been opened. The engineer is now entering the password for the second anchor bolt, referring to the password table he found.

The intense gunfire and screams overhead made the Leitanian engineer, who was just a civilian, increasingly nervous, to the point that he almost entered the wrong password. If he made a mistake, he would be locked out for three minutes immediately.

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Hurry, I can't speed it up..." The engineer looked like he was about to cry; this job just wouldn't go fast.

Since the previous incidents of infected rioters infiltrating control nodes and attempting to isolate the military and police by separating urban areas, the verification of this system has been updated to be extremely cumbersome, so as to buy time for our people to seize control rooms when necessary.

None of them considered what would happen if they needed to separate the city and the enemy wanted to break through.

After all, the structure of a mobile city dictates that if it's an external enemy rather than an internal rebellion, then reaching this point means that 90% of the city has fallen. In that case, there's no need to consider the issue; surrender is the only option.

If there is still time to execute the separation procedure, then the time will be relatively more generous, unless the enemy flies over your head and launches a center attack—

Nobody thought of this plan. Terra doesn't even have such a heavy-lift aircraft. Who the hell would have thought of this?

As a result, things got awkward this time. The enemy really did fly right up to our heads, and their breakthrough ability was astonishing; they got here so quickly.

However, the few people in the control room didn't have time to complain about the incompetence at the front. They listened to the gunfire overhead with cold sweat on their faces until everything fell silent.

"It's all over!" The engineer pulled the wrench hard, and the second set of fixing bolts began to retract into the engine compartment with a clicking sound.

"Did we win?" Outside the door, all was quiet. There were no sounds of fighting or signs of the enemy. The two soldiers guarding the narrow control room exchanged a glance. One of them quietly approached the door, and just as he gripped the handle and began to turn it, a click was heard.

"Bang!" The explosives blasted the entire door open inwards. The flash, the loud bang that echoed in the narrow space, and the scream of the civilian engineer, which sounded like a rooster being choked, made the soldier a little dizzy. Before he could pull the trigger, he was subdued to the ground by a tremendous force.

"Cleaned up, safe." The technical sergeant snatched the codebook from the engineer who was slumped on the ground, glanced at it, and said, "I'll enter the rollback password. It'll take about 15 minutes. Who designed this damn system?"

Kazdel's mobile city module's separate system is different. However, their verification process is likely more cumbersome and bloated, but it's fast enough because it operates via neural links.

"Bang!" The retracting lock suddenly stopped, moved back, and returned to its locked state. The disconnected connecting bridge also re-engaged. The Odin tank, which had arrived, stepped on the accelerator without saying a word and rushed directly across the partition area along the bridge that was not yet fully lowered, and rushed into the core urban area.

Just then, the first drop of rain hit the ground. Soon, the sounds of gunfire throughout the city were drowned out by the deafening thunder and the roar of the water.

"That was incredibly dangerous! How many of us did we lose?"

"Six dead, three seriously wounded, and two lightly wounded..."

"How did they die? They were killed by Letania's new anti-armor sniper weapon. Their squad didn't even realize it. This mind-marking system is still not reliable enough..."

“We should say we shouldn’t rely on it too much. Compared to the Leitanians, our equipment is already good enough…” Kolo interrupted his subordinate’s complaints. “Establish a defensive line and make use of those Leitanian positions. They won’t sit idly by while we successfully attack the core area; they will definitely launch a large-scale counterattack.”

Because the city's lower and middle areas and most of the buildings were not under their control, and the Leitania forces outnumbered their own, they had only managed to catch the enemy off guard with the first airborne attack. The real test was yet to come.

"This damn rain!" Otherwise, the Letanians wouldn't have had time to deal with us, because the massive attack force was already at our gates.

Chapter Sixty-Eight Ah This

Chapter 68

In the core urban area, gunshots echoed through the corridors, creating a cacophony of noise. Inside the towering core urban area control building, the floor was littered with unburned documents and scraps of paper, as security forces battled the intruders.

However, judging from the current gunfire, it's only a matter of time before they reach the top.

The rooftop takeoff and landing platform has been completely sealed off, making it impossible for helicopter-like transport aircraft to take off. Even if they did, it would be useless, as the War Knight can carry "Thornbird suicide drones" or small air-to-air missiles.

Unfortunately, air-to-air missiles appeared much faster than air-to-ground and anti-ship missiles, making them a deadly weapon against slow-moving Terra aircraft.

"Explosives!" The Sarkaz warlock slid to the side of a collapsed desk, slung his rifle behind his back, and popped his retractable tactical staff into his hand. He then fired a fireball into the passageway ahead.

Terra's Originium Arts has the greatest battlefield advantage of eliminating the need to equip soldiers with grenades; a tactical staff is sufficient, and unlike disposable grenades, this item can be reused repeatedly.

"Boom!" The fireball blasted the heavily armored operator holding the shield backward, and another fireball followed closely behind the exposed gap. "Clear the passage, advance, quick, quick, quick!"

The mobile infantryman, carrying his gun, strode through the passage, slid across the crossroads, used the corner of the wall as cover, and then gave a hand signal to his teammates.

"Whoosh!" Two incendiary bombs directly blew up the machine gun emplacements set up on one side of the cross corridor.

"The elevator is locked. Give me one minute..." The technician pulled out a thin piece of iron and pierced it into the elevator door. Then, under electronic control, the thin piece of iron quickly turned into a rhomboid iron rod, which pried open a small gap in the elevator door. Then it was just a matter of prying the door open.

"It's open!" The elevator door was forcibly pried open, revealing the cables inside. The technical officer shone his flashlight and looked up and down; the "safe" elevator car was below.

The team members put away their weapons, strapped themselves to the cable, and the motor automatically reeled them up. The enemy had not installed any cameras in the elevator shaft and seemed completely unaware that a team was forcibly prying open the door and climbing up.

"Click!" The magnetic shoes adhered to the inner metal wall, securing the body to the side of the control box. The technical sergeant gave his teammates a hand signal, "Breakthrough tactic, prepare, 3..."

Reloading, taking a deep breath, and mentally preparing himself, the squad's warlock flexed his fingers to ensure his staff and prepared Originium spells were working properly. "Begin!"

The elevator doors opened to both sides, followed by a bright flash and a deafening directional sound wave. The assault soldiers, who had already identified their targets in their neural vision, quickly pinpointed the armed guards and bodyguards. They rushed forward, grabbed the mayor of Letania by the wrist, snatched the gun from his hand, and kicked him into a corner.

"Safe! City Hall control room taken!"

"Received, we are clearing the lower levels." The torrential rain pounded against the windowpanes, making a crackling sound. In the dim rain, the city was filled with flashes of light from explosions and flames. The firelight, diffused by the rain, looked like clumps of murky filth.

"Tsk, multiple password locks. Ask this fat pig, what's the password?"

"I...I am a nobleman of Letania, and I demand the treatment befitting a nobleman! You cannot treat me like this..."

However, these Sarkaz didn't care about that at all. They just grabbed his white curly hair and forcibly dragged him to the control panel, saying, "Enter your password, or else..."

The medic pinned his hand to the wall next to the control panel and secured it with a metal ring. "You're about to say goodbye to your fingers."

The medical kit showcased simple torture tools that can be found in an office, including a paper cutter, a stapler, a roll of tape, and clamps.

"I...I will not give in."

"Hero, I like heroes." The medic carefully gave him a dose of stimulant to prevent him from fainting from the pain, so that he could better experience the pain and have sharper senses. Then he tied a tourniquet on his wrist, took out a box cutter, and pressed it hard on his little finger.

"Ah!!" To stop the bleeding, they simply wrapped it with tape and stapled it on. As for the possibility of infection, it didn't matter at all—as long as they didn't die on the spot from excessive blood loss and be unable to ask questions.

Anyway, this guy is going to be tried and hanged sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether he dies sooner or later, as long as he can appear on the execution platform alive.

When they cut off the third finger, the guy couldn't hold on any longer. "Alright, we got the password. Give him an antibiotic shot, don't let him die on our hands, we'll still need him later. Oh, and make him issue a surrender statement..."

"Will it be useful?" "Yes." After all, Letania is a country ruled by nobles. For the soldiers underground, those who can fight are his family's personal guards, who exist to protect the life of the family head. If the family head is gone, even if they go back alive, they will be doomed.

The remaining men, already demoralized, simply lacked a reason to surrender without fear of reprisal, and the nobleman's letter of surrender was one such reason. Of course, this city wasn't the private property of this self-proclaimed baron; other nobles, both large and small, also owned it.

However, without their brains, they can only fight individually. Even if they unite, they still become a major obstacle to the attacking force.

Clearly, this guy knew that once the surrender was sent out, even if Kazdel didn't hang him, the Emperor of Letania would, and his unfortunate colleagues would also hang him.

"Alright, it's time to witness the magic." The technical officer tapped the keyboard, and one by one the anti-aircraft positions outside the window, which were still spewing flames, went out, with only the manually controlled parts still firing.

At the same time, the barriers that had risen in multiple blocks instantly retracted underground. The defending troops who were fighting the airborne troops who had entered the core city area by relying on these barriers didn't even have time to react before they were riddled with holes by the dense firepower.

There's no need for complicated communication. Within ten seconds of typing, all the information is synchronized. Almost every frontline soldier can see the countdown on enemy strongholds, bunkers, and automated defense positions. They calculate the time and wait for these things to fail before launching a fierce attack.

"Disarm you!" The massive city defense cannon slowly lowered its barrel, power from the core city's power generation facilities was cut off, "Open Sesame!" The retracted city ramps slowly opened downwards. At the same time, the vanguard troops had already arrived below the city.

The six-wheeled armored vehicles leaped directly onto the deck. These heavy vehicles were not like those on Earth; they were monsters with tires nearly two meters long and could carry the combat power of an entire infantry platoon. Since all the roadblocks had been opened, the vanguard convoy rolled over and headed straight for the core area before the Leitanian garrison could even construct makeshift roadblocks.

There are still some resistance forces in Letania desperately trying to retake the area, but the small number of mobile infantrymen guarding it won't last long, mainly due to their ammunition shortage.

Even with an angel braved the heavy rain to conduct an airdrop, it was still a drop in the ocean; Kazdel's ammunition and Letania's ammunition were completely incompatible.

Because they do not use etching bullets, nor are they equipped with projectile weapons such as crossbows or electromagnetic crossbows.

"Whoosh!" The wall collapsed with a crash, and the Leitanian soldiers who were attacking the building were directly crushed to the ground. The vehicle-mounted weapon station resonated with friendly forces through neural links and fired at every exposed Leitanian soldier.

However, this was also the Sarkaz's last chance to use their cheat codes. As troops continued to pour into the city and began larger-scale and wider-ranging operations, the neural network had to perform segmentation.

Even some secondary areas with overly dense responses had to give way to the main combat area. The intermittent neural network and the increasingly dense but unreliable information markers made the airdrop troops, who were almost used to being overpowered, extremely uncomfortable.

The previous neural network was silky smooth, but now it's as viscous as oil. As more combat groups enter and the intensity of urban warfare increases, it will soon become a solidified, tangled mess that can only be separated and will no longer be able to clearly know the location of each teammate.

Being able to only know the location of some friendly forces in one's own battle group means that during combat, one cannot simply charge in if there is no one in front, fire a rocket if there are people concentrated, or flank friendly forces as easily as one might think.

Because a significant portion of friendly forces and the enemy they discover are not displayed, if they continue to act recklessly, the result will be either running headlong into a large enemy force or having all friendly forces wiped out by a single artillery shot.

As for two thieves putting their hands into one pocket, or two groups of people staring at each other in an ambush position, these are commonplace occurrences.

However, on the other hand, the mayor's offer of surrender at this time did indeed prevent the Sarkaz from having to fight the Letanians room by room for the city.

As night fell, the torrential rain largely subsided, and sporadic firefights still raged in the city under the moonlight.

However, most of the Leitanians had already laid down their weapons. But it wasn't so easy on the other side.

Night battles are also a huge problem for Terra's land-based ships. Searchlights can't illuminate much distance or range in the open at night; instead, they become huge signal towers for guiding bombing.

The radar atop the flagship Apocalypse Knight slowly rotated, projecting electromagnetic waves in all directions. The feedback waves were converted into neural signals by the biological brain array and transmitted to the reconnaissance sorcerers for processing. Then, they were transmitted to others through the relay tower, allowing everyone in the entire fleet to share the data.

To ensure smooth operations in fleet battles, the fleet has disabled the ability to provide neural data processing matrices to external systems. This means the current neural network capacity is sufficient to handle high-intensity fleet operations.

"Beep—" An invisible wave swept across the sand dunes, relaying the message to the Apocalypse Knight's internal communication station: "Target found!"

A target appeared on the fleet's communications platform: a Leitanian reconnaissance ship. Since a reconnaissance ship had been dispatched, the other warships must not be too far away. This was different from the daytime; at night, reconnaissance ships did not dare to stray too far from the main fleet, because if they were too far away, they might not be able to regroup.

"Is night flight possible?" The commander of the aviation sorcerer group silently shook his head. The girls were all asleep. Controlling a fighter jet using neural links was very tiring, and fatigued piloting would inevitably lead to a crash in this operating mode.

"So, we can only use traditional artillery and torpedo warfare?" If it weren't for this torrential rain, the battle would have taken place in the afternoon. In that case, the War Knight bomber squadron would have used peace doves and thornbirds to wash the enemy's decks, and then used heavy artillery to destroy the enemy's accompanying small units, reducing the enemy's combat power as much as possible.