Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

Further away, white clouds drifted like willow branches in the wind, gradually approaching the wheels of the train carriage. That was the blazing boiler of the steam locomotive, preparing for its next frantic run on the tracks.

"Why are you so sleepy now?" Jonathan and his slightly tired men were gathered around several roadblocks outside the train station.

"I was managing traffic all night, and even the old lady from the owl's house cried because of me..." Tommy looked dejected.

"If you can't stand it, go home and sleep it off! It'll be our turn to board the train soon, so whatever!"

"cut……"

"Okay, stop making trouble!"

Suddenly, everyone heard someone shouting in their direction.

"Hey! Sergeant! Sergeant Campbell!"

The sergeant saw an officer running toward him.

"what happened?"

"Sergeant Jacob, you know his squad, right?" The officer nodded at the sergeant, knowing that the two were quite familiar with each other.

"He was sent to the emergency room for serious injuries. You've been asked to temporarily take command of his squad and go with the 3rd squad of the 2nd platoon of Company C to the north bank of the river to rescue the trapped troops!"

"Hmm, Dilt and the others," Jonathan muttered the name of the class monitor from Class 3. "Is the situation on the other side of the river tense?"

“Sergeant, listen to me.” The officer patted him on the shoulder. “I know it’s been two or three hours, and these uninvited bastards attacked suddenly. But there’s good news. Those metal golems that were scaling walls seem to have gone far away. If we can just go and lend a hand while we can, then…”

"Alright, that's enough." The sergeant took a deep breath. "My remaining men, they..."

"They have other plans, but don't worry, they're not going to fight. Just take good care of Jacob's children!"

"Understood. I'll leave right away."

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Back in front of the hurriedly marching column, Jonathan was already walking silently with the soldiers he didn't know very well.

"How's it going, Sergeant?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from under his clothes. "Are these new finds any good?"

"Hmm, not bad," the sergeant said calmly, gripping a walkie-talkie.

This was a strange gadget that Sergeant Dilt had given him, which they had confiscated from those soldiers in black. The walkie-talkie was on his person, and it came with a plastic box, slightly larger than a potato, tucked away somewhere. There were no connecting wires or anything, but the sergeant and his men pressed a few buttons on the plastic box, like tuning a radio. Incredibly, with the help of this box, the walkie-talkie became a device that could be used for radio communication.

"I never expected that those bastards' radios would be so much better than ours."

"Haha, that's what I was saying too." The voice on the radio was a little playful. "Anyway, let me know if you find any more later, and my buddies and I will help you fix them. If they're still in good condition, they can still be used."

Jonathan's mind was filled with the image of that plastic box, and he also thought about the radios his team used to use—large metal boxes carried on his back, like big backpacks.

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"Hello! Calling! Calling! Is anyone there!" A heart-wrenching cry mixed with the sound of gunfire suddenly filled the radio.

"Roger! Roger!" The sergeant abruptly stopped. "Calm down, gentlemen! We're approaching from the other side of the river. Could you give us an update?"

"Oh! Thank God the hell out of you!" The terrifying whistling of bullets cut through the radio. "We're in that red brick building 150 yards from the riverbank! Ah, now we know that about three dozen enemy infantrymen are approaching us from the south!"

"What about the others!"

"Ahem! There are still some enemy automatic firepower in the buildings to the north! There are no enemy reports from other directions for now! But we'd better be careful! I can't guarantee they won't surround us from all sides soon!"

"Okay, buddy! Now try to hold them off! See that shabby house to your southwest? Let's start from there! Don't hit us!"

"Okay, okay! Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" The other end of the radio went silent.

"Now! Sergeant Campbell! You take your boys and head to that building to the south. I'll take my squad and hold them off from the middle! Reconnaissance vehicle! You watch the road to the east! If enemy reinforcements arrive, hold them off!"

"Got it! You all! Come with me!"

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After running a few steps, Jonathan and the string of soldiers behind him, also wearing steel helmets, stopped at a corner of a wall. Everyone either crouched down or stood upright with their rifles tucked tightly against the wall behind them.

The sergeant lay down alone at the corner, slowly raised his binoculars, and poked the left side of his face out.

He was breathing heavily and muttering to himself, but the gunfire nearby was chaotic and noisy, making it impossible to hear what he was saying.

"Alright." The sergeant put away his binoculars, pressed himself back against the wall, and faced the soldiers behind him.

“You two.” He pointed to the two people closest to him, then pointed to another dilapidated house not far away.

"See that hole in the building's exterior wall? I'll count to three, and you two run over there first. The others do the same! Two people per group! Got it?"

"understand!"

"OK! One, two...GO!"

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The two-person crossing took a little while, and finally it was Jonathan's turn. He and another young man carrying a submachine gun rushed across the street together.

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"How's the situation inside?"

"Nothing unusual."

"Alright." From the other side of the rubble, a series of rifle and submachine gun blasts, along with the hoarse voices of machine gun fire, suddenly turned what could only be described as lukewarm ruins into a sizzling hot oil pan.

“Calling Sergeant Campbell! What’s wrong with you?” Sergeant Dieter’s voice came through his radio, sounding both worried and inflammatory.

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"We're alright, sir!"

He put down the walkie-talkie and waved to everyone.

"Keep your voice down! Go in one by one!"

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The camera then shifts to the messy square in front of Sergeant Dilt and his men.

The barrage of bullets suddenly intensified, leaving the black-clad soldiers who had just been there momentarily at a loss. They frantically scrambled to hide behind walls and rocks, using anything they could to protect themselves.

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"Hey! Team C calling! We're under attack from multiple directions! Requesting backup!"

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North of the smoke-filled square, behind a street, several soldiers in black were surrounding a black armored vehicle, loading boxes of ammunition into it.

"Hey! Lieutenant! Can you hear me?!" An officer nearby suddenly crackled to life on his radio. "We need backup!"

"Oh no..." The lieutenant hurriedly put the helmet he had taken off back on his head.

"It's me! What's wrong with you?!"

"Sir! Enemy reinforcements are coming from the south! They're attacking our flank! Hurry! We're about to be overwhelmed!"

"Don't panic, Sergeant! How many enemies are there? Do they have heavy firepower?"

"They, cough! There are at least twenty or thirty targets! So far, we haven't detected any armored vehicles or anything like that on them!"

"Okay! Hide inside! Backup is on its way!"

After speaking, the lieutenant quickly straightened his helmet and called to the soldiers beside the armored vehicle.

"Is the ammunition loaded?"

"All right!"

"Get it running! We've got a job to do!"

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Several kilometers in front of the Brandenburg Gate.

"Sir! Something's up!" the radio operator shouted from the control panel in the command center.

“Avit Squadron calling! Respond if you hear us! We need help!” Before the operator could say anything more, the frantic radio call had already pulled Caronville, who was sitting to the side, over.

"Is there anything to report, Lieutenant Neil?"

Huh? Where's Avit, who was supposed to be the company commander? Sigh, he's been buried. Lieutenant Neil is now the acting company commander for these guys. Poor lads.

"Lieutenant Colonel! The enemy forces to the south are launching a counterattack! We may be short-handed! Please send more men to help us as soon as possible!"

"Hold the line firmly! Reinforcements are on their way!"

"Where are Lancer Squadron and Wilson Squadron? Tell them to speed things up!"

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Back in that square, the black-clad soldiers, their heads buried under bullets, could not lift their heads.

"Throw out all the smoke grenades! Retreat to this building on the west side and wait for reinforcements to relieve the siege!"

The grayish-white clouds spread out like ocean waves, and one black shadow after another flashed through the cloud curtain and flowed into a dilapidated house next to it.

"Ah...Is everyone alright...?"

"Cough cough cough... I think everyone who could get in has already gotten in."

"Alright, alright... Everyone check the ammunition. You two, come with me and check this building."

He walked into the central hall, which was filled with broken tables and chairs and charred boxes, and the floor was covered with a carpet woven from gravel and dust.

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One of them was looking straight ahead, while the other was staring at the stairs leading upstairs. The grim silence inside the room contrasted sharply with the roar of enemy gunfire outside.

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"Hmm, the first floor is safe... Hey, you in the back room, have you found anything?"

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The leader didn't speak—seemingly too afraid to speak—but whistled, beckoned, and called over the soldier watching the stairwell. The two men walked side by side, raised their guns, and quietly made their way to the doorway.

Upon reaching the door, the two suddenly darted to the walls on either side of the door, but there was still no sound coming from inside.

He waved his hand, signaling his companion to take the lead. The latter then made a nimble and quiet turn, leaning over as he strolled across the threshold.

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Suddenly, there was a discordant rolling sound, and he knew something was wrong. Just then, accompanied by a thunderous roar, his companion's body was lifted into the air, facing a billowing gray thundercloud, and suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was thrown heavily to the ground by the blast wave, his eyes glazed over and plunged into darkness. Behind the black curtain in front of his pupils, two strangers wearing green helmets, holding guns, quickly approached him.

"Not good!" Several men in black who were still healing their wounds suddenly heard the sound of a typewriter raging inside the house.

"What's wrong, Sergeant?" A young man asked in a panic, grabbing his walkie-talkie.

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"Watch out!" A crisp sound of iron balls colliding rang out, and a fist-sized object flew in from the doorway. Everyone was immediately knocked to the ground by the shockwave and debris.