Even in the world of Kancolle, I want to drive a robot!

The enthusiastic rangers were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the engineer-type evil beasts just as they approached the battlefield.

Fortunately, the attack methods of this kind of evil beast were single. After losing several vehicles, Kresa immediately organized an effective counterattack and shot down the groups of evil beasts flying in the air one after another.

"Hold your position. Support will arrive soon. The Armored Division has entered the battlefield boundary and the 131st Brigade is approaching us."

After changing the magazine unskillfully, Kreisa kicked the engineer on the ground away, took a deep breath, and turned into a few wisps of white mist and drifted away in the freezing night.

After seeing the huge monster being killed by the air force, he no longer had any hope for military merit. However, the sudden appearance of the "insect" gave them a surprise.

Especially when you use the Morita I assault rifle in your hand to smash the opponent to pieces, the feeling of pleasure from the inside out is so satisfying that it makes you feel like you are in heaven.

Looking at the several huge monsters that had just fallen from the crack, Kresa gripped the handle of his gun tightly and finally gave up the idea of ​​causing trouble for them.

"Huh - saving the world is not as easy as I thought. It looks like this is going to be a long battle."

People should know their own limitations. Monsters of that size should be left to the missile troops and the air force to deal with. The Rangers can just fight against the "insects" that are easy to bully.

At the very least, there are Ship Girls and Sons of Prometheus in this battle, so there is no need for their ground forces to fight desperately right now.

"Sir! They're coming again."

'Da da da--'

When Kresa heard the reminder from the soldier behind him, he instinctively raised his gun and sprayed flames at the oncoming engineer-type beast.

"Do I need to teach you how to do this? Turn the machine gun on the vehicle."

"Fire!"

As Kresa shouted, the soldiers on the battlefield immediately opened fire at the engineer-type beast hovering in the air, and the heavy machine gun mounted on the jeep also started to move immediately.

A torrent of metal washed away the "dark clouds" in the sky, and the engineer-type beasts were smashed one after another, most of them fell to the ground without even screaming.

Limbs, blood, bullets, and flames, these elements together make up this beautiful scene on the battlefield.

They have plenty of ammunition. This is the thing that the human army lacks the least these days. The strategic reserves accumulated over so many years are no joke.

In the brief fight, Kresa had discovered that these small 'insect'-like monsters had no other means of attack and could only rely on their wings to cut, so as long as they could be prevented from rushing into the defense line, the ammunition fired would be very worthwhile.

At this time, two infantry regiments arrived at the battlefield, followed by a group of armed helicopters. Seeing this scene, they did not hesitate and immediately engaged in the battle.

This is the advantage of fighting against alien races. No matter how chaotic the battlefield is, anyone who doesn't look like a human is an enemy and you can fire at them at will.

The six-barreled machine guns were spinning at high speed, the remote-controlled bombs were emitting flames, and the night that should have been peaceful was playing a symphony of steel and flesh.

It has to be said that the effort that humans have invested in wars is immeasurable. The course of history has told them that only the weapons in their hands can give them dignity and status.

Although the existence of ship girls and sirens has caused humans to lose their dignity for a long time, this dignity now seems to have been regained when facing the bad beasts.

During the entire battle, they suppressed the group of engineer bad beasts and annihilated them all, without allowing a single bad beast to rush into the formation.

Looking at the bodies scattered all over the ground, Kresa replaced the hot muzzle of his gun, turned around and shouted to the soldiers who were still firing: "All units report their losses, clean up the battlefield, and rebuild the defense line."

Hearing this, the soldiers burst into laughter while carrying their rifles.

"Sir, come on. Those ugly guys can't get through under our firepower. If there are still people injured, they must have been hit by their own people."

"This operation is much simpler than expected. It looks like we can save the world without the help of the ship girls. Hahaha."

After hearing what the soldiers said, Kresa relaxed his tense nerves.

That's right, judging from the current battle situation, the Rangers and two infantry regiments have suppressed these monsters, and they can only be regarded as vanguard troops, and the main force has not yet arrived at the battlefield.

The giant monsters had no power to fight back against the beyond-visual-range attacks, and the smaller monsters were being surrounded step by step. It seemed that the balance of the war had begun to tilt towards them.

"Kressa, the temporary leader of this group of rangers, thank you for your timely support."

"I'm Rashid... You don't have to be so polite. I know you. You must be from the Marine Corps. This battle was fought beautifully and opened my eyes."

After giving a solemn military salute, Rashid continued, "I originally thought that you were able to be parachuted into the Ranger Corps as a commander thanks to General Patton. Now it seems that I was short-sighted. I apologize to you here."

Quickly helping the bent Rashid up, Kresa said awkwardly, "Airborne operations are indeed unpopular in the military. If the original Ranger Commander had not been killed by Mr. Xia Bai, I would not have had this opportunity."

"The Rangers are great. They have lived up to their reputation as the elite of the Army. Without my leadership, they will surely do better."

Ma Run was like a brick, moved wherever he was needed. When they knew they would face foreign enemies, Ma Run and his men were immediately dispersed and assigned to different units to act as "spiritual daredevils".

After all, the Marines are different from the Army. Although they are poorly treated, they have more or less fought against the Sirens and often risk their lives to transport supplies to the front garrison. If their ship is sunk by the Sirens, they have to return and apologize to the navy brothers who lent them the ship.

The previous Chief of Staff Ma Run once said that as a glorious Ma Run, even if you die in battle, you must bring back the weapons in your hands and not let the Ma Run brothers behind you be without weapons.

Of course, he was dismissed after he said that, and Patton became the chief of staff. No one knows the specific reason.

Chapter 219 Human Battle (3)

The bad beasts seemed to be stunned by the continuous attacks. Under the attack of beyond-visual-range missiles, they shrank into a ball for defense. The cracks did not continue to release bad beasts. Perhaps the mistress was planning a larger-scale attack.

Of course, it was a good thing for Kresa that the bad beasts had temporarily stopped their actions. After repelling the fourth wave of attacking engineer-type bad beasts, they established a temporary combat command center to prevent emergencies.

"The command named this thing the Engineer-type Beast. It is the most common enemy we face and the main target of our ground forces."

On the simple projection screen, Kresa used his two fingers to magnify the three-dimensional model of the engineer-type beast.

"Look at its mouth. Tsk, tsk, it's really disgusting. I think no one wants to have this thing inserted into their body."

"Do you see these two wings? Just as you guessed, they are made of a strange metal. They are small in mass but extremely hard. Combined with the flying speed of the Engineer-Type Beast, they can easily cut a person in half."

"Besides that, they have no other means of attack. However, according to the command center, there are a lot of engineer-type ones, which is something we need to take into consideration."

Having said that, Kresa nodded slightly to Rashid, indicating that he would explain next.

"As for quantity, our 331st Automated Mechanical Regiment already has a feasible plan."

After shutting down the three-dimensional model of the evil beast, Rashid switched to a strange-looking device and said proudly, "The latest research technology of the military, automatic guard post."

"It is equipped with two 55mm blaster cannons, five M31 'Andromeda' rotary heavy machine guns, and grenade launchers. Theoretically, as long as there is enough ammunition, it can deliver a more powerful cluster firepower than a standard infantry battalion."

"The disadvantage is that the locking system is unstable and the machine gun is prone to jamming. Someone needs to check and remove obstacles at any time, but overall it is still relatively intelligent."

"Our 331st Automated Mechanical Regiment brought 21 of these this time, which is more than enough to be installed on various lines of defense."

"With the help of the Rangers and the 131st Special Operations Brigade, the engineer-type bad beasts will never be able to break through our defense line."

"Even when the armored division and the 48th Field Division arrive, we can further reduce the range of the bad beasts."

Waving his fist vigorously, Rashid's speech was powerful and full of confidence.

He had been waiting for this day for too long. The weapons developed by the military were more powerful than the last, but in the end, they were all thrown into the warehouse and gathered dust because they had no effect on the Sirens.

In recent years, the army's military expenditures have been almost entirely used on weapons research. After they are developed, they first defraud the government of funds, take kickbacks while mass-producing them, and then throw the weapons into warehouses to continue researching new weapons. God knows how many weird weapons they have piled up.

Now is the time to let these weapons buried in the dust shine again. Cricket Beast, let me show you the power of mankind!

After walking out of the temporary command center, Kresa lit a cigarette and handed the lighter to Rashid.

"Your words have given me a different view of the army. It turns out that the army is not full of good-for-nothings who only know how to swindle funds. There are also people like you who have clear minds in it."

With a grin on his face, Kreisa gave Rashid a thumbs up.

"You're too kind. Over the years, the military brass have embezzled a lot of government-allocated research funds. It's not wrong to say they cheated."

"The government has long been dissatisfied with us, believing that the army is only collecting empty salaries. If we hadn't encountered the bad beast this time, judging from what General Edward did before, I'm afraid our army would never be able to recover."

The second half of his words seemed a little hesitant. Rashid looked up at the cracks that kept shifting in the night sky, with an expression of nostalgia on his face.

"In fact, General Edward Bradley is not bad. At least before the establishment of Plan V, he was a good person."

"He had no extra desires, was fair and honest, cared for his subordinates, and only cared about the world. However, he changed after returning from Hansek."

"He became stubborn and irritable, talking about God and faith all the time. When establishing the V plan, he single-handedly eliminated the opposition of others..."

His expression revealed sadness. Rashid threw the cigarette butt on the ground, shook his head and stopped talking.

Edward's destruction in his later years was inevitable, which was something he could foresee, but it was a bit cruel for this man who had made great contributions not to die on the battlefield.

He didn't even get to see the weapons he had personally advocated for developing shine on the battlefield.

Rashid had no special opinion on the Revenge of the Son of Prometheus. Perhaps dying at the hands of the Son of Prometheus was also a kind of cause and effect, making Edward's originally not-so-decent ending become decent.

Patting Rashid on the shoulder, Kresa followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.

"No matter what Edward did before, it cannot change his crime that deserves death. Similarly, no matter how damnable Edward is now, it cannot erase his previous achievements."

"At least these weapons allow us to face the bad beasts..."

His pupils contracted, and hundreds of metal spheres emerged from the cracks, falling with a whistling sound, like a magnitude 6 earthquake, causing the defense line to begin to shake.

With his throat rising and falling, Kreisa quickly put on his helmet and shouted in a tearing voice: "Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"

The soldiers who had just had a rest immediately picked up the guns beside them and hurriedly ran towards the first line of defense.

The two men quickly came to the edge of the trench. Kresa picked up the optical telescope in his hand, and the scene he saw made him clench his teeth.

There were too many of them, not to mention the giant bad beasts, the engineer-type bad beasts flying out of the sphere were so dense that they covered the sky and the moon, and rushed towards the defense line like a tide. One look at them would give people goose bumps involuntarily.

It was not until now that Kresa understood what the command center meant by the astonishing number.

"Have the automatic security posts been set up?"

"It's been prepared for a long time. Fortunately, the operation of this thing is simple and most soldiers know how to use it."

Rashid's answer made Kresa breathe a sigh of relief, and then he covered the right side of his helmet and anxiously contacted the support troops in the rear.

"This is Ranger. Is the armed helicopter ready? The defense line needs your support."

"Received. The Falcon Squadron will be taking off soon. We will rush to the first line of defense immediately. Rangers, please hold your position and provide us with a good view."

Chapter 220 Humans Cannot Fight

Soon, three armed helicopters from the Falcon Squad arrived on the battlefield.

It was discovered that the 131st Special Operations Brigade had already exchanged fire with the engineer-type beasts. The driver immediately preheated the machine gun and spit out flames downwards, while the six-barreled heavy machine gun mounted on the seat continuously poured ammunition into the air, smashing the beasts that wanted to approach the helicopter.

Facing flying engineer-type beasts, armed helicopters alone will not be of much use. Only by cooperating with infantry can they avoid becoming the main targets of the beasts.

The enemy's lack of wisdom was firmly grasped by them.

“Hiss, da da da—”

Amid the dull and noisy sound of machine guns, a big gap was cleared out of the group of bad beasts in the defense line here, but it was soon filled with more bad beasts.

Five thousand? Eight thousand... or ten thousand? Perhaps before, Kressa would have been in a mood to rely on the corpses to guess the number of evil beasts they had killed.

But now, he could only pull the trigger repeatedly, change the magazine mechanically, and shoot bullets into the bad beasts with an expressionless face.

When a person has harvested a certain number of lives, he will become numb, although Cresa doesn't know whether bad beasts can be considered life.

This was not physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion. No matter how fierce their firepower was, the number of bad beasts did not decrease at all, and they still attacked the defense line fearlessly.

"Sir, Falcon Squad requests to retreat. We have run out of bullets and will be replaced by Aurora Squad."

Hearing the voice coming from the communicator, Kressa pulled the trigger and shouted angrily: "Can't your air units rush up at once to repel this wave of attack!?"

"I have the same idea as the commander, but the maintenance conditions do not allow it. Although the prototype armed helicopter has powerful firepower, it has many minor problems and is prone to malfunction. Our Falcon Squadron had to bite the bullet to drive it up."

"Your words have completely exhausted the last bit of respect I had for Edward... Go quickly and come back soon. By the way, please ask me when the armored division will arrive."

"Um, sir, what I want to tell you is that most of the armored division's new combat tanks broke down along the way, so we can't rely on them for the time being."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, sir. This is what we saw when we and the 131st Special Operations Brigade arrived at the battlefield."

Faced with Cresa's disbelief, the Falcon Squad's liaison officer was very embarrassed. Not only did the armed helicopter break down, but the armored division also failed. If Edward had not been strangled to death by Patton, he would have set off as soon as the battle was over.

"If there is nothing else, we will return first. Good luck, sir..."

'call out--'

Before he finished his words, a dazzling red beam swept across the armed helicopter in the sky, and almost at the same time, three brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Seeing this, Kresa's eyes were bloodshot and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the light beam was emitted.

A narrow-eyed, pale smiling face was staring at the defense line. The red light on the forehead slowly dissipated. As if it was excited about destroying three armed helicopters, its huge body began to twist.

He didn't know why the giant evil beast suddenly attacked the defense line, nor did he know where the missile unit's bombing had gone, but Kresa was now very clear that if this thing was not solved, the defense line would collapse completely.

"Artillery Battalion! Smash that guy to pieces."

"Calm down, Kresa. A 100mm mortar can't penetrate the shell of a giant beast..."

"I know, I know." Cursing, Kreisa raised his rifle and roared, "There's a problem with the missile unit, and our air force has returned to replenish ammunition. We don't know when the next bombing will start."

"If we don't interrupt this big guy's beam attack, our defense will be overwhelmed. Do you want to fight a reconnaissance beast at close range?"

"Now, as I said, let the artillery battalion attack that guy and don't let him free his hands... Damn it, why hasn't our support arrived yet?"

As the number of bad beasts increased, the situation on the field changed dramatically. The ground troops were no longer as relaxed as before, and every decision seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife.