Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

"Ah, well, I hope you make it!" There was clearly a hint of disappointment in Jonathan's voice.

"What about Bulldog Number One? Are they alright?!"

"Worrying about external matters is useless, Sergeant! Bulldog Number One and Rabbit Number Two are also in trouble. Take care of yourselves first!"

Section 41, Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Triathlon – A Battlefield of Tension

The chase between the KMF and M8 armored vehicles is still ongoing.

Sunderland's finger pulled the trigger of the machine gun, but before the bullet could hit the puppy, it dodged to the side, leaving only a trail of smoke behind it, completely unharmed.

"Damn it..." The lieutenant was barely able to contain his anger.

Their humanoid vehicles and the six-wheeled metal dog in front of them were speeding one after the other through the empty streets of Berlin. The terrible road conditions were giving the two metal track and field athletes a real headache.

Both of them could actually take a spin on the highway, but obviously the highway would treat them much better than this ruined city that was steeped in purgatory.

If you floor the gas pedal to 100 mph, no matter where you crash, Sunderland will be destroyed and everyone on board will die, and the armored vehicle is unlikely to fare much better.

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The M8 armored vehicle driver had certainly driven this fast before, but this was definitely his first time driving on the streets of Berlin, and being relentlessly pursued by a four- or five-meter-tall steel giant. A slight miscalculation, and the puppet's bullets would have turned them into charred, gasoline-smelling luncheon meat.

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He definitely wanted to keep flooring the gas pedal, but his inner conflict was obvious.

There was another fork in the road ahead. A sudden swerve to the right, the brakes immediately applied, and the armored vehicle veered to the right, drifting through the bend along with its body. Those inside watched in disbelief as the right side of the vehicle rose dramatically before slamming back down.

KMF also drifted through the corner, but its maneuver seemed a bit exaggerated.

Just like a novice surfer, the pilot's haphazard arm swings and twisting waist clearly indicate that his skill level is not yet high enough.

"Damn it..." Arugl was both angry and unfortunate to find that the distance between him and the green puppy had increased again.

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Somewhat unwilling, cursing was useless; the only thing he could do was continue firing while on the move.

The armored vehicle continued speeding along the road ahead, sometimes veering onto the left in the opposite direction, sometimes crossing the center line and skimming to the right. The long snaking bullet holes left by the machine gun on the road were clearly out of sync with the little dog's pace. Mud splattered onto the ground or onto the armored vehicle, but no sparks ever flew from it.

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"Stop right there!"

Meanwhile, at the other end of the street.

“These buildings are such a hassle…” It was still Sunderland with a missing leg. Jenny was sitting inside, intently trying to pry the green worm out.

The soldier ran upstairs; Sunderland's height alone wouldn't be enough. Seeing the two steel cables shooting out from Sunderland's chest, each end secured with a grappling hook to the roof, it was clear that a rock climbing competition was about to unfold.

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Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake—she truly learned this lesson today. In the shattered maze of bricks and tiles, Jonathan, running for his life, wandered aimlessly before her. The scattered rubble and billowing dust made this figure, already less than two meters tall, appear even more formidable in the face of the giant.

"Okay, this mad bull is never going to stop..."

Left with no other choice, the sergeant took advantage of the break to discard some of his insignificant belongings one by one.

"Stop! Do you hear me?!" Genia seemed to be losing her patience, but the insect was still happily disgusting the knight in its own way.

"Huh?" She looked up, as if she had noticed something.

There appears to be a large crack in the exterior wall at the top of this staircase.

If you were to strike this place hard, you could not only make a big hole in the wall, but you could even completely demolish the staircase behind it.

Genia smiled knowingly, immediately raised her only relatively intact mechanical leg, pushed it against the outer wall, and as the KMF swung into the air, she quickly shortened the steel cable of the grappling hook.

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Narrowing her eyes slightly, she swung the steel cable swing and aimed Sunderland's knee at the crack!

"What's wrong..." Jonathan was still frantically running up the stairs when he heard the floorboards creak slightly, accompanied by wisps of dust sliding down. Outside the wall, there came a sound like the air being ripped apart by a whip!

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In a sudden flash of thought, that familiar steel torso, like a giant iron hammer, smashed open the outer wall next to the sergeant, and the stairs beneath his feet suddenly became empty!

"NO!" Jonathan screamed in terror and lunged forward, grabbing the last two steps with both hands, and then he was left hanging in the air.

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He couldn't bear to accept the sight: of the entire staircase, only a tiny section remained before the sergeant's eyes. He looked down and gasped in horror: dust filled the air, whole bricks and stones fell like hailstones, and a leg that looked like that of the humanoid monster, or a rotten wooden pillar, fell into the rubble, turning into metal fragments scattered all over the ground.

He was holding onto the stairs leading from the 4th to the 5th floor, but now, not only are the stairs connecting the 4th and 5th floors gone, but even the stairs connecting the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd floors are no longer there.

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Behind him, Sunderland, who was missing both legs, was hanging from two steel cables and slowly approached the struggling soldier.

“Now…” In the cockpit, Jania excitedly manipulated Sunderland’s fist, clenching it into a ball.

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Now how to do?

Jonathan was hanging in the air by his arms, trembling, clinging to whatever he could reach.

He should be glad he lost something insignificant before.

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His face was expressionless, and his hands were mechanically groping for the path to the underworld on the broken wall.

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Just as Jonathan was about to close his eyes and let go of his hands, a sharp gust of air suddenly sounded behind him, followed by a magnificent explosion that erupted in the room upstairs!

"Damn it!" The blue-purple doll, hanging in the air, swayed involuntarily, like an advertising billboard pushed by a strong wind, and the pilot's curses came from the loudspeaker.

The sergeant looked down along the steel cable hanging on the roof and saw a wave of dust, mixed with gravel, emanating from the top-floor room.

The sergeant quickly realized what it was—the sound of a grenade exploding, combined with the sharp whistling sound earlier, that was it!

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Hey! Little Spider!

The puppet seemed to be intimidated as well, its head already turned outwards and searching. A US soldier appeared on the ground, carrying a small bag on his back, gripping a Garand rifle as he got up and began to perform loudly for the steel puppet.

The sergeant saw him too; wasn't this the fool who "robbed the jewelry store"?

The soldier stuck something into the muzzle of his rifle.

"Come on! Try my balls, brother!" the soldier yelled, pressing the butt of his Garand rifle against his stomach. He stood in a horse stance, his right hand gripping the bolt, while his left hand followed his squinting head, constantly fiddling with the fine details of the aiming pin.

"Tagin ma fuck!" he yelled incoherently before firing, the grenade in the muzzle of his gun heading straight for Sunderland!

Just as Jonathan reached the fifth floor, another whooshing sound, followed by the deafening explosion of grenades, rose behind him. The shockwave carried small fragments and faint sounds from his mechanical limbs—sounding like a radio tower snapped in half.

The not-so-flaming lotus blossoms on Sunderland's chest, like a boxer's hook punching a sandbag.

"Oh no..." A panicked Genia glanced at the status bar display, where a sharp alarm was blaring.

As it turned out, the grenade had hit him squarely in the chest, damaging the steel cable winch on the left grappling hook!

She simply grabbed Sunderland's right arm onto the right hook cable, which was still functioning normally, and at the same time, the right winch immediately began to pull in the rope, intending to use the inertia of the lift to throw herself and the machine behind the building, far away from here.

But it seems the gods no longer wish to favor her...

"How could this be..." The wall above was creaking.

Oops……

She took one last look at the soldier she had always wanted to crush into pieces.

This was the last time she stared at the screen with eyes full of anger before she was injured and cried; it was also the last image before she was injured and cried...

A deafening cracking sound came from above, and the rickety floorboards that the right grappling hook was holding onto finally crumbled into pieces and fell down.

"Do not!--"

Jania screamed, and Sunderland flew vertically through the air, leaving a blue-purple trail before falling into the embrace of the sandstorm, transforming into a drumstick that shook the heavens and the earth once more.

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Exhausted, Jonathan sat on the ground and looked up. All that remained of the once arrogant disabled puppet was a steel cable swaying precariously among the ruins.

"It's alright, at least I'm alive."

The sergeant peered through the hole and saw the soldier who had fired the grenade slowly sitting up from his sprawled position, clutching his stomach. He couldn't see the soldier's expression, but judging from the rifle that had flown a meter or two away from where he had been lying, he could imagine how painful it must have been for him to fire from that incorrect position, the recoil hitting his stomach through the butt of the rifle.

I'm so glad this idiot didn't have a big meal before, otherwise he would definitely have spat out some kind of paste-like stuff from his mouth.

The sergeant was talking to himself, and it seemed he heard some sounds coming from below.

Huh? That doll is still alive?!

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Sunderland lay face down on the ground like a drunken vagrant.

The surviving humanoid weapons lay sprawled on the ground in such a sorry state, and the person inside the cockpit was naturally in no better shape. Genia's buttocks, which should have been on the driver's seat, were now only in contact with the electronic display screen pressed against her chest.

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She slowly got up, blood dripping from the shards of glass embedded in her face.

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