Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"What are you dawdling for? Go and report!"

"Then you all stay here and wait obediently."

The squad leaders in the garrison gestured to their men to keep an eye on the cello and the others, while they themselves hurried off to their tents.

The Storm Commando team members waited obediently in place, without making any outrageous moves.

Soon, the squad leader who had gone to ask for instructions returned and gave orders to the cello player and the others:

"You all stay where you are and don't move. I'm taking that prisoner in for interrogation."

"...Okay, but..."

The cello player feigned a moment's hesitation, then gave a knowing smile: "Don't forget to mention to the commander how difficult it was for us to defeat the enemy."

"Hmph, you'll get your share of the credit."

Upon seeing the cello's true colors, the squad leader's initial suspicions were largely dispelled. He stepped forward, took the unconscious survivor, and dragged him into the camp.

Inside the tent, the artillery battalion commander, his face grim, kept making calls. When he saw the so-called enemy soldier being dragged in, he immediately put down his pager.

"Wake him up!"

At the commander's order, the squad leader picked up the water bottle on the table and poured it over the survivors.

The icy water jolted the oboe, causing it to shudder and vividly portray the fear of waking from a coma.

The commander stepped forward, looked down at the wet oboe, and demanded in a stern voice:

"Tell me, how did you get in?"

"Heh heh, I admit defeat now that I've fallen into your hands, but don't even think about getting any information out of me!" the oboe said defiantly.

The commander frowned, carefully examining the oboe's attire from head to toe, and then he found the answer:

"You're the team from Londinium. You're really persistent, managing to find your way here."

It seems I can't let you leave alive.

"Huh?" The oboe exclaimed in surprise, "They didn't even interrogate him before executing him?"

This is somewhat different from what Qi Yan said!

Qi Yan had clearly vowed that if he persisted through a few steps, a honey trap would be waiting for him.

The commander grinned menacingly: "Don't blame me. Blame yourselves for seeing things you shouldn't have seen."

Oboe: "...Well, actually I have some information."

Are the soldiers from Londinium really that spineless?

"Tell me, what information?" Adhering to the value of not asking questions if they are not worth asking, he decided to ask a few more questions.

The oboe, beaming with delight, instructed:

"The Deep Pool troops outside the camp were lured here by us!"

"Very good, your intelligence is excellent. It seems I can't let you die too easily," the commander said through gritted teeth.

Oboe: "..."

"And another thing, the real main force of Deep Pool is about to arrive." The oboe hurriedly continued to relay the intelligence. "That force is the backbone of Deep Pool. Once they arrive, your garrison will be guaranteed to have no one escape."

The commander was startled, but then became puzzled:

"So what does this have to do with your Stormstrike Force... You betrayed Victoria?!"

"You idiot! What I mean is, you can't just use your Originium dirty bombs now, you have to save them!" Oboe said, exasperated.

"If we leave the camp any longer, those madmen from the deep pool outside will breach it!"

"How did you become the commander of the artillery battalion?" Despite being a prisoner, the oboe spoke with an air of superiority. "You're a pig-brain, you don't know anything about military affairs. What are you doing supporting those garrison troops in the camp? Are they just there to eat?"

We'll just throw our lives at it! As long as we hold off Deeppool's offensive, it won't take long before Hamilton gets so anxious he'll be sending reinforcements to his aid!

"If you report this intelligence later, won't your military achievements be piled up like sacks?"

The commander was actually somewhat damn tempted.

The oboe struck while the iron was hot:

"I can explain Deep Pool's action plan and even provide you with combat strategies, in exchange for sparing my life after the mission is accomplished. How about it?"

The commander's heart skipped a beat.

If they knew Deeppool's operational plan, then sacrificing some soldiers to successfully stall the offensive wouldn't be difficult.

As for what happens afterward... whether this person is killed or tortured is entirely up to him to give the order.

Thinking of this, the commander snorted coldly and gave the order to the squad leader:

"Go find a few people to keep an eye on him."

The squad leader quickly used the internal communication system to call his team members in to try and earn some military merits.

Before long, a large group of people walked into the tent entrance.

"No, who let you in?" The squad leader became anxious as he looked at the cello player and the others who had shamelessly followed him in.

The cello player also became agitated and angrily said:

"You promised to put in a good word for us and ask for some military merits, and you've already forgotten about it?"

The squad leader never expected the cello player to expose his secrets in front of the commander, and immediately looked constipated.

He wanted to say something more, but noticing the commander's gaze sweeping over him, he quickly lowered his head and fell silent.

"What kind of behavior is this!" The commander was furious, completely forgetting that he had just changed his mind to gain military merit. "Get over there and keep an eye on this traitor!"

The squad leader dared not refute anything and obediently led his team to the oboe.

The cello player and others also joined in, and the last person in the group even lowered the tent flap.

The light inside the tent suddenly went out.

"What are you doing... mmm!"

Before the squad leader could finish speaking, Triangle Iron covered his mouth and stabbed him to death with a dagger.

Beside the squad leader, his teammates suffered the same fate, all perishing in an instant.

The commander stared blankly at everything that was happening before him, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The oboe rose leisurely, a wicked smile on his face:

"Commander, please allow me to reintroduce myself."

We are the renowned Stormstrike Force, top-tier agents of both the military and Rhodes Island, codenamed Pangolin!

"Qi... Qi Yan!"

The commander seemed to wake up suddenly and reached for the communicator.

The next second, a sharp dagger was embedded in the table in front of his fingertips.

Triangle Iron flashed to the commander's side and smiled:

"I regret to inform you that we now have command of this artillery battalion. You are just a puppet. If you want to live, you'd better behave yourself."

"What exactly do you want to do?" the commander asked tremblingly.

Triangle Iron picked up the communicator and fiddled with it in his hand, his smile unchanged:

"Use the lives of you sinners to kill more soldiers of Deeppool, that's all."

Chapter 545 Underestimating your opponent will lead to being crushed by Qi Yan.

"I think we should deploy more people here; this is the weakest link in the defense."

"The artillery battalion's firepower is still commendable. If you set up the defenses too tightly, I'm worried that Shenchi won't be able to break through. After all, Shenchi will ultimately win."

"Please, our current opponent is the Deep Pool Force commanded by Qi Yan. With Qi Yan's abilities, his tactical planning skills must be quite strong."

"That's true. If we underestimate our opponent, Qi Yan will crush us."

Oboe and the others gathered around the map inside the tent, whispering and discussing how to use the commander to remotely control the artillery battalion.

As the former commander of the artillery battalion, now a prisoner, the commander had a dagger held to his neck by a young girl codenamed Little Drum. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he didn't dare to utter a single word of protest.

Finally, after some discussion, the oboe and others successfully finalized the battle plan.

Although the captain's horn is no longer there, each member of the Storm Assault Team is a top-notch soldier on their own.

However, when the group exchanged glances, they could still see the tension in each other's eyes.

After all, the opponent on the other side of the battle right now is Qi Yan!

No one can predict what terrifying command methods Qi Yan will use to crush them.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Our main task is to guard this batch of Originium dirty bombs. Kill as many Deeppool soldiers as you can. Doing our best will not disgrace the name of us Victoria soldiers."

After speaking, the oboe turned to the commander who had been restrained: "Now, please have our commander issue the order via communications."

We hope you'll cooperate obediently. We won't kill you after it's done; after all, we're all fellow citizens of Victoria.

The commander, pale-faced, glanced at a large, canvas-covered table inside the tent and remained skeptical of the oboe's words.

Below them were the soldiers killed by the Storm Commando.

The commander, however, dared not resist and, controlled by fear, obediently picked up the communicator and began to issue new combat orders.

At the forefront of the battle, Raphsini was once again forced back by the artillery battalion's firepower and had to take cover behind a bunker to catch her breath.

She had injured one arm, which severely hampered her combat ability; the bandages on the wound had now turned a deep crimson color again.

"Leader, the enemy's deployment has suddenly changed again, and their counterattacks are becoming increasingly intense. What should we do now?"

A deep-pool soldier rushed to Raphsini's side.

Upon hearing the soldier's request, Rafishini's strange feeling grew stronger.

“Xiao Bai said he had some arrangements in the enemy camp, but why haven’t they taken effect yet?” Lavshini muttered to herself, then dismissed the thought, “Now is not the time to overthink things. The garrison support troops could arrive at any time, and we don’t have much time left.”

With this in mind, Lavshini was forced to make what she believed to be the best choice:

"Pass down the order: the long-range troops should concentrate at the outpost at 30 degrees east of north to provide fire support for me."

"Leader, are you going to lead us in an attack?" The Deep Pool soldiers were energized.

“No, it’s too dangerous for you.” Raphsini shook her head. “Let me help you break a gap in the enemy lines first, and then you can launch a general offensive.”

The deep-pool soldiers immediately panicked:

"But this is also dangerous for you. You are still injured. Let me lead the brothers to charge one more time!"

"There's no time to hesitate, listen to me first."

Even when giving orders, Lavshini did not use a harsh tone.

Ignoring what the soldiers around her were saying, she grabbed her gun and rushed out of cover.

Seeing this, the deep pool soldier was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and hurriedly contacted his comrades to relay Raphsini's orders.

Soon, the Deep Pool soldiers launched a frenzied attack on the outpost.

To intensify their firepower, the crossbowmen and sorcerers even broke away from their comrades' cover and advanced collectively, unleashing their crossbow bolts and spells despite the heavy fire.

Qi Yan wandered through the battlefield, watching Shen Chi's actions, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"It is indeed somewhat similar to the Integration Movement. There is still internal cohesion. Unfortunately, your leader's ambition is pushing you into the abyss, and the cadres are just using you to fulfill their own selfish desires."

Qi Yan did nothing, swept across the battlefield, and leisurely chased after Lavshini.

At this moment, Raphsini, relying on Drak's powerful physique, had bravely charged across the battle line and arrived below the outpost.

Flames burned from the tip of her spear.

In an instant, the sentry post burst into flames, and the garrison soldiers screamed as they jumped off the post and fled in all directions, rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames.

On this land, the difference in individual combat strength is enough to influence the outcome of a small-scale battle.

Raphsini leaped up, her wounded body deftly bounding across the towering sentry post, and in a few swift movements, she reached the artillery battalion's defensive line.

The flames began to spread, affecting the artillery battalion's firepower and creating a noticeable gap.

The soldiers in the deep pool at the rear did not waste the opportunity created for them by their leader risking his life; they roared and began a full-scale charge.