Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

"Oh my god..." Jania shifted her knees, straightened her arms, and propped herself up.

"No, I can't move anymore..." The space was a bit cramped, so he could only stay in this position, checking every data point of his vehicle.

"Hey!"

Huh? Who's shouting outside?

The head-mounted camera was still working, so she quickly turned her gaze away...

The green-helmeted soldier who had been yelling at her from the ground had now gotten up and pulled out a small, yellowish-brown wooden stick from a small bag on his back.

"You son of a bitch! Can't you hear me?!" The soldier raised his voice even louder, bringing the wooden stick in his right hand to his left palm, and then using his left hand to unscrew something like a cap on one end of the stick—that's right, he lit the wooden-handled grenade in his backpack.

"Come on!" The soldier swung his arm and threw the grenade at Sunderland. After a crisp sound of a stone hitting a metal plate, the wooden stick turned into a fiery thunderclap, causing the mannequin's cockpit to tremble violently!

"Oh my god..." The explosion startled Genia. The soldiers in the scene didn't have time to wait for her to calm down, nor did they care about Sunderland's feelings.

"yeah!--"

"Roar!--"

One after another, explosive "wooden sticks," accompanied by a torrent of vulgarities, either landed near Sunderland or smashed into his metal body. Like a church bell, they rumbled eerily, echoing through the cockpit like a tidal wave.

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Her vehicle was completely rendered unable to retaliate.

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Genia was only 20 years old. It would be heartbreaking for anyone to die before reaching the prime of their youth. At the same time, she couldn't bear to imagine what the enemy would do to her, a young girl like herself, after dragging her out of the cockpit and leaving her essentially powerless to resist…

"The power core is outputting stably..." Fortunately, there was some good news that calmed her down.

"Out of system... um, online..."

She reached her hands under the driver's seat behind her and found the two wrenches.

"Damn it... A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years..."

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At this moment, Jonathan stood up on the building, pulling the steel cable that Sunderland had left on the building in front of him with both hands, and looked down.

He wasn't worried about what was on the ground; the problem was that the silly soldier on the ground was just too eye-catching. The grenades landed around the mannequin as if they were firecrackers.

"Alright, I've had enough fun..." The sergeant slowly slid down the dangling steel cable from the fifth floor.

The steel cable stretched all the way down to the first floor, so as long as you don't let go, you can stand steadily on the ground.

However, this is on the premise that nothing interferes with you.

Just as we passed the third floor, a strange mechanical noise seemed to emanate from the doll.

"Holy crap!" A loud bang startled the sergeant, who looked down to see flames erupting from the chest of the doll lying on the ground. The large black iron box on its back transformed into a tadpole with a trail of flames, which flew away like a rocket towards the distant street, leaving behind a sea of ​​dust in front of the sergeant and the foolish soldier.

Jonathan was clearly startled and let go, his limbs suddenly emptying, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Damn it!" Well, I fell so hard I won't be able to get up for a while.

Still sitting on the ground, clutching his buttocks, that silly-looking figure appeared in the still-lingering dust, approaching the lifeless doll's body and examining it from head to toe.

"Hey! Sergeant!" Hmm, this kid seems to have pretty good eyesight.

"Did you see that! Did you see that thing flying out?"

Jonathan just sat on the ground, looking resentful.

"Sergeant?" The soldier looked puzzled, walked over as if he understood, and extended a hand to the sergeant.

It seems this idiot is smart enough. The sergeant didn't say much, put his hand down, and with a little effort, managed to get back to walking upright.

“Hey,” the fool still grinned. “What else…”

"Ah!" Jonathan suddenly raised his hand and shoved the soldier hard, knocking him to the ground with a solid palm strike to the chest.

The sergeant didn't want to pay any more attention and walked towards the street outside.

"Shut up, you bastard..."

Section 42, Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Finish Line of the Race - Saturation Strike

Just then, hurried, tangled footsteps, along with the rustling of clothes and the clanging of bullets, came from the street not far away.

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As the sergeant looked around, a large group of fully armed American soldiers running towards him gradually became clearer.

"Hey guys!" the sergeant called out, raising his hands high.

The person running in the lead quickly saw it, so he slowly stopped, raised his right hand, and everyone else slowed down.

"Wild Rabbit No. 1? Right?"

“Yes, it’s us.” The leader returned the salute and introduced himself, “Lieutenant Tallinn.”

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At that moment, the Dodge trucks, roaring with their engines, approached from the distant intersection.

“Uh…” The lieutenant looked at the overturned truck and the infantrymen, then at the steel doll rotting in the building like a dead pig—emitting a faint blue smoke and the stench of electronic components under high temperature—and couldn’t help but frown.

Are we late?

"Ah, not quite... the conference was actually cancelled."

"So, you mean..." the lieutenant coughed a few times, "that you all single-handedly turned this doll into a piggy bank, like slaughtering a cow?"

"No, no, no..." Jonathan walked towards the doll. "Hey! You son of a bitch! Were you fast asleep in there?! Huh?!"

"I'm here!" came the silly reply. The bastard, carrying a small bag and a gun, rolled down the brick-and-tile hillside like a round log, chattering incoherently.

"Ah! My butt!" The sergeant and the lieutenant looked at the idiot lying on the ground in pain, their faces full of unspoken words.

“Um, Sergeant…” the second lieutenant swallowed hard, “Where did you find this circus clown?”

The sergeant lowered his head, looking sad as he fumbled for his M1911 pistol.

"No, he's just a shit-eating idiot who got pampered by a God who also fucking ate shit..."

"Hey!" The two men turned around at the sound of the voice. Several trucks had already stopped in front of them, and the man in the passenger seat leaned out halfway out to greet them.

"What's wrong, guys?! What are you standing there like idiots for?!"

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic." The lieutenant waved to the soldiers first.

"Everyone! Move the wounded to the vehicles! Quickly!"

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The lieutenant glanced at Jonathan, who seemed unmoved, staring thoughtfully at the mannequin with the broken leg.

“I said…” The lieutenant also noticed the steel cable still gripping the building, “This doll, was it trying to climb up just now?”

“You guessed right,” the sergeant continued, “Hmm, it shouldn’t be heavier than the Germans’ half-tracks…”

"what?"

"Lieutenant, would you be interested in helping me bring this thing back?"

The lieutenant didn't say anything, but simply turned around and walked towards the truck.

Hey! Can I use the radio in your car?

"Wild Rabbit One calling the ranch! The packhorses have successfully rendezvoused with us! Please respond!"

"Randomness received, cough cough cough!" The radio reply was filled with choking coughs.

"We found a marionette that used to run around the streets. Do you have any trucks or trailers?"

"Wait a moment, buddy! I'll go find someone to ask the officer for his opinion!"

After a short shout, the voice from the other end of the radio wave returned.

"Calling Wild Rabbit One, we'd like to confirm if the metal box that just fell down near the train station came from your area?"

"Huh?" Jonathan snatched the lieutenant's walkie-talkie away.

"Yes, yes, yes! It flew out from here, from the puppet's back! Can you help us identify what it is?"

"This thing is a bit like an airplane cockpit. Apart from a bunch of random things, it has all the seats and levers. I just don't know where the person sitting inside flew off to."

"OK, could you ask them to help us put that thing away? Thanks!"

"No problem, gentlemen."

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After a while.

"The ranch is calling Rabbit One. The trailer is on its way. Keep a close eye on that doll. The original mission remains unchanged. Hurry up!"

"Thanks, buddy!"

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Just when they wanted to take a break

"Wild Rabbit Two calling Wild Rabbit One! Respond immediately upon hearing this!"

"Roger that!"

The sergeant's heart tightened, and he turned to look at the lieutenant who was replying.

Are you in trouble?

"If you have the time, bring your heavy weapons and come here! If you can make it in time!"

"Alright then!" The lieutenant hung up the walkie-talkie.

"Did you hear that, Sergeant?"

“Well…” Jonathan put the pistol away and nodded.

"You call the men, I'll go get a gun first."

The lieutenant understood immediately and didn't say anything more, directly calling over the guy who had been carrying the rocket launcher.

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"Everyone to your positions! Check your weapons! Prepare for attack!"

The gaze shifted to a street in the distance—the source of Wild Rabbit 2's radio waves. The street was lined with American soldiers; rifles and machine guns were crammed between green helmets and uniforms, hidden behind boulders and earthen mounds, in makeshift sandbag bunkers, and on the still-standing balconies of the street.

The officer was leaning against an American M5 Stuart light tank in the middle of the road. Its hull was facing away, and its slender 37mm tank gun on the turret, along with the soldiers' guns, was pointed towards the hunting lane ahead.

"Hey! Lieutenant!" The tank commander popped out from the tank turret.

"Come on, get in!" The tank commander patted the M1919 machine gun mounted stiffly on the right side of the turret. "This thing is for you!"

"Ok."

After climbing up, the lieutenant did not rush to pick up the machine gun, but instead picked up the walkie-talkie again.

"Bulldog One! Rabbit Two calling! How are you doing?!"

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"Bulldog Number One!"