Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Is riddle-solving contagious?

Lin Yuxia felt a surge of anger, grabbed a handful of sand, and used Originium Arts to transform it into a glass dagger, which she then threw at the rebels in a fit of rage.

Just as she had succeeded in her attack and was preparing for another wave, she suddenly noticed a commotion breaking out behind the rebel army.

Lin Yuxia lightly touched the ground with her toes, using Originium Arts to create a foothold, and looked towards the direction of the riot.

"It's Hoshiguma and the others!"

Upon seeing who it was, Lin Yuxia's spirits lifted: "They are launching a support operation from behind the rebel army, and there are not just the two of them, but also a number of civilians with them!"

"It seems that not everyone is a troublemaker."

The doctor chuckled and joked.

With the reinforcements led by Hoshiguma, the pressure on Patriots and others was greatly reduced.

Their breakout speed increased again, and they quickly rejoined Hoshiguma and the others.

Before they could even exchange a word, Hoshiguma and Chen exchanged a glance and decisively handed over command to Patriot and the Doctor.

"Newcomers should weave in and join the group, remembering their companions. Newcomers should first cooperate with the older members in their actions."

This was not the first time the Patriots had fought such a personnel resupply battle, and they quickly formulated corresponding tactical plans.

The professor pondered for a moment, selected a street, and formulated a strategic plan:

"Everyone should break out towards Central Avenue, which is the area with the most citizens."

The procession continued its march, and the rebels were powerless to stop this force led by Patriot and the Doctor.

In the end, Pan Qiao realized through the drone that the situation was beyond his control, so he began to slow down the pace of the attack and instead searched the direction in which the doctor and the others had advanced.

“Pan Qiao has realized that our team has the potential to grow stronger, and he is trying to cut off our personnel supplies,” Lin Yuxia said in a deep voice.

"He made another stupid decision."

The doctor chuckled and shook his head: "Given his grasp of the battle situation and people's hearts, even if Qi Yan does lead him to victory in this war, he still won't be able to hold onto this position."

Lin Yuxia looked curious and gestured for the professor to explain in more detail.

The professor didn't hide anything from Lin Yuxia's thirst for knowledge, and helped her analyze the situation:

"First of all, being too kind to command an army is a mistake. He actually started to slow down the pace of the rebel army's attack because he was worried about the loss of troops. This actually gave us a chance to catch our breath, which is the most taboo thing to do when you have more troops than others."

Secondly, despite being a Bolivarian, he harbored inappropriate fantasies about Bolivarians, especially citizens like Dosórez.

Those unruly people won't see our formidable fighting strength and willingly join us to fight the enemy. They'll only hide in the shadows, silently praying for our victory and protection of their safety.

After listening to the doctor's analysis, Lin Yuxia's thinking gradually opened up, and she added to the discussion:

"Pancho's search for the citizens of Dosoles may seem to be cutting off our supplies, but in reality, it has driven those citizens to the brink of despair, forcing them to come out and join our ranks!"

The doctor nodded with satisfaction, then said indirectly:

“You’re much smarter than that smeared dragon. If she were to analyze this, she would definitely say that we should break out as soon as possible, or even race against the rebels to save more troublemakers.”

Chen, who was replenishing high-pressure water cannon ammunition in the team, glared at the doctor with a sullen face.

But she didn't say anything.

Because the doctor was right, her first thought after hearing his analysis was to suggest that they save the people as soon as possible.

But her experiences over the past few days made her suppress her impulse and wait silently for the doctor to finish speaking.

In the end, it all boils down to self-criticism!

At this moment, taking advantage of the reduced pressure of the battle, Ernesto walked to the Doctor's side and said earnestly:

"If possible, I still hope that you can do your best to save the citizens of Dosoles. After all, they are innocent."

“Of course, no problem. I appreciate your kindness,” the doctor praised, but then changed the subject, “However, I hope you also understand one thing: in an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.”

Ernesto pursed his lips and didn't refute anything.

Chen Xian, however, couldn't hold back any longer and his face fell as he questioned:

"Why is it that if I say I'm going to save someone, you call me stupid, but you praise this golden retriever for being kind?!"

“They’re Bolivarians, saving their own people. What are you, a Lungmenese, doing getting involved?”

The doctor's words made Chen's face turn pale and then red.

She wanted to argue, but considering her limited eloquence, she knew she would only humiliate herself in front of the doctor. So she forced herself to swallow her anger and instead released her pent-up resentment into the rebels through a high-pressure water cannon.

The doctor nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Chen accepted criticism so easily.

Then he looked at Ernesto again and said:

"The ordinary citizens who joined us later were unarmed, which was very disadvantageous for us."

"You're a local, could you help me plan a route that goes past the weapons shop?"

Ernesto nodded decisively: "I own a weapons shop myself, but my father knows that, so I'm worried he's already prepared over there."

"You have to admit, old Pan Qiao is no good. Even after the fight broke out, he was still scheming against his own son." The doctor shook his head.

Ernesto's expression turned strange.

To be honest, he wasn't very capable himself. He was supposed to be helping his father rebel, but the situation was beyond his control, and he ended up joining the ranks of those who were exonerated and fighting against his own father.

The filial piety of someone who frequently speaks is a characteristic of this.

Ernesto shook his head, suppressing the strange thoughts in his mind.

He understood that the most important thing at this moment was to ensure the safety of the citizens of Dosoles and to minimize the damage.

In fact, Ernesto knew that his father had no intention of harming ordinary citizens, but those citizens didn't care about that. When they encountered the rebels, they became afraid and slowly headed towards self-destruction.

"Violence, as expected, cannot solve problems."

Ernesto sighed softly, then his gaze hardened again.

Now that he knows this path is blocked, he needs to find a new one.

He wants to save his country!

Chapter 257 Morale Deteriorates

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the street.

The rebels, armed with weapons, stormed into the buildings on both sides of the street, shouting threats at the citizens hiding inside to come out.

Some people shouted that they didn't want to kill anyone, but just wanted to control the citizens and manage the city better.

Unfortunately, their shouts had little effect; the citizens either hid in their hiding places and remained silent, or they lost their minds and fled frantically.

A rebel soldier saw a man heading straight for the window, seemingly trying to jump out and escape, and rushed over to grab the man by the collar.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

The rebel soldier was hanging halfway up the window, clinging tightly to the civilian: "This is the fifth floor. If you jump, you'll either die or break your arms and legs!"

"Let me go! Don't kill me!"

The citizen struggled frantically in his grasp, not stopping even as his clothes were gradually torn apart by the force of his fall.

In the end, the rebels watched helplessly as the civilian's collar snapped off, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud, motionless.

"Damn it! We also want to save Bolivar!" the rebel cursed.

His eyes were a little red, and he struggled to shrink back, turning his head to look into the room.

But then he saw a scene that made him furious.

A man dressed in rebel attire was stuffing the house's former owner's belongings into his pockets.

"What are you doing?" The rebel soldier immediately rushed forward and grabbed the other man's wrist. "The owner of this house is barely cold, and you're already eyeing his belongings? Why didn't you come to help me just now?"

The man simply cursed in a strange accent.

The rebels' expressions froze instantly.

He recognized the accent and realized that the person in front of him was actually someone sent in by Letania.

He felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, but dared not vent it.

Because nearly half of their rebel army's fighting force was supported by the powerful figures from Letania.

The rebels need to rely on these Letanians to take control of Dosoles and achieve the first step towards Bolivar's independence.

But at this moment, watching helplessly as the Leitanians plundered his fellow countrymen's property, and being powerless to stop them, caused his originally resolute heart to waver somewhat.

Can such companions truly help me achieve my dreams?

Unfortunately, the situation on the scene did not give the rebel a chance to think; the communicator in his ear had already given him instructions for the next step.

The Letanian stuffed another string of jewelry into his pocket before cursing and swearing as he hurried to the designated meeting point.

The real rebels followed in a daze. When they arrived outside the building, they looked around and found that very few of the citizens their companions had brought back had been brought back; the vast majority of the citizens had chosen to resist or flee.

Many of the real Bolivarian rebels he recognized were in low spirits.

In contrast, the Leitanians all had smiles on their faces and their pockets were bulging.

"Retreat, to the next block."

The rebel leader glanced at the troops briefly before issuing new orders.

The captain is also a Leitanian.

This team, whose emotions were gradually polarizing, began to take action again. However, the originally intact team was slowly affected by emotions, and their positions also became divided.

Just as they were crossing an intersection, the rebel army commander suddenly froze.

On the other side of the street, in the approaching procession, Patriot's tall figure stood out prominently.

"I smell blood on you."

The patriot pointed the streetlamp forward at the rebel captain and said in a deep voice, "They murdered their compatriots; their crimes are unforgivable!"

In just a few words, the patriots stirred up the emotions of the troops behind them, who all glared angrily at the rebel army.

In stark contrast to the patriots' high morale, the rebel force was clearly in disarray.

They couldn't understand why the Patriots' team kept changing routes and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Among the rebels, the real Bolivarians instinctively protected the citizens they controlled, gritted their teeth, and raised their weapons to fight.

But the Leitanians looked panicked, their eyes scanning the surrounding streets, clearly indicating their desire to avoid battle.

In a battle between two armies, if the morale of the two armies weakens, they have already lost half the battle.

Patriots held streetlights high and raised their arms, shouting:

"Fighters, resist!"

He then took the lead and led his troops in a full-scale charge against the rebel forces.

"Retreat! Do not fight them head-on! Disperse the troops and await reinforcements!"

Without a second thought, the rebel captain decisively issued a retreat order and was the first to hide in an alleyway by the roadside.

Without Pan Qiao's explicit instructions, he was unwilling to provoke the Rhodes Island team, whose combat strength was outrageous.

Even the captain started to run away, not to mention the other rebels, who had no intention of fighting at all and scattered and fled.

As soon as they escaped, the citizens who remained immediately followed suit, taking advantage of the chaos to break free of their restraints and begin to flee for their lives.

This resulted in the Patriots leading their team to charge forward, only to find nothing.

This outrageous victory did not bring the patriots any joy; instead, it aroused their anger.

"Pan Qiao was definitely not a good general," Patriot commented.

"You can't say that. Normally he would be qualified." The doctor slowly walked out of the line and smiled. "Unfortunately, he ran into you and me, so he couldn't keep up the situation."

"No matter what you say, I don't agree with him."

Patriot's stubborn temper resurfaced, and he clearly had a very poor impression of Pan Qiao.

The doctor shrugged and did not argue with him.

He understood Patriot's thoughts. As an old man who had spent half his life in the military, Patriot knew very well what would happen if an army leader was incompetent but insisted on occupying the position.

One by one, lives will die in vain.