Arknights? Colonization Ark!

If it was Silver Spear Pegasus or Steam Knight, it would be fine, but how could I be hurt by such a piece of trash?

The lieutenant general, still frightened, kicked the head away, and it hit the wall, leaving a bloody mark.

When the troops behind arrived, the lieutenant general pointed at the shield and ordered

"Put this belt... in my lounge. This is my trophy. Got it?"

There can't be only one of this thing. It won't be too late to show it to them after I get the others.

.........

Compared to the back and forth fighting in the tunnels, the enemies faced by the drone swarms and paratroopers in the sky are much more terrifying.

The artillery positions that had advanced to the nearby mountainside gathered together with the drone control sorcerers.

As long as the drone finds the specific location parameters of the enemy position, the artillery operator will adjust the artillery elevation angle and find an angle for shelling.

"did you find it?"

The gunner asked impatiently.

But the warlock, who was concentrating on controlling the drone, ignored it. He was looking for any clues that might be the position through the drone's perspective.

Suddenly, as if he saw something, he was about to say something when he let out a scream.

"what!"

The pain was like burning nerves irritating his brain.

The gunner standing nearby immediately understood what had happened and rushed forward to support his comrade.

The drone was destroyed, and at such a fast speed that the operator didn't even have time to release the control.

This is not over yet

Immediately, screams one after another rang out from the drone operator, as if he had suffered an unimaginable blow.

Drones fell from the sky like raindrops.

Their flying altitude usually does not exceed 800 meters. Beyond this distance, it is difficult for the warlock to search for the target carefully with his eyes.

Just now, the screaming warlock was the one who saw signs of a large number of people stationed halfway up the mountain after the drone passed over the top of the mountain. But just as he was about to speak, he saw a flash of white light, and the drone was shot into pieces.

But the surviving warlock next to him soon shouted

"It's the Gunners! The Gunners of Lateran! 73, 539, 13, 275!"

These are the latitude and longitude coordinates and differential distances on the topographic map.

After he was released from control, he immediately calculated the location of the garrison he had just discovered and quickly reported it to the artillery regiment.

The artillery regiment's computing team immediately calculated the elevation and deflection angles required for the artillery position in the shortest possible time. As long as the angle was corrected after the landing point of the first round of test firing was determined, the enemy target could be hit immediately and effectively.

Here alone, there are more than 120 Originium cannons. Not to mention the Lateran musketeers, even the Pope himself would be blown to ashes!

But they won't have to think too much about it soon.

Because the familiar voice sounded above their heads again.

Four more missiles came, as if intentionally. Just as they set up their artillery and calculated the target position, the second round of attack was accurately targeted on their heads.

In their desperate sight, the cluster bombs descended upon them at a rapid speed, and some even fell directly at their feet.

And next to the shell box.

BOOM!

The shocking explosion reached almost everyone's ears.

On the hillside seven or eight kilometers away from the battlefield, smoke covered everything, and the explosion was even more violent than the previous one.

The sound of artillery shells exploding like fireworks was endless. Even when Longmen celebrated the New Year, there was not such a big noise.

The steel-cast cannon barrels were blown away, taking the lives of several unlucky men with them when they hit the ground.

Each cannon is the pride of Ursus, and each box of Originium shells is filled with money.

Duke Baikal, who was far away on the bridge, almost gasped when he saw this scene. This might be the biggest loss the empire had suffered in the past ten years.

These missiles seemed to be deliberately reminding him that he was still here.

Outsiders were watching the fun, but for the soldiers who had just managed to survive the explosion, this place was like hell.

The flames after the explosion obscured their vision. Corpses were burning, wooden boxes were burning, the land was burning, soldiers on fire were screaming and running, everything here was burning, as if it was a world of flames.

Thick black smoke rushed into everyone's lungs, the scorching air almost roasted their lungs, and the shell boxes that exploded from time to time were a death warrant for everyone.

Except for a few survivors on the edge of the position, no one could get out alive.

They slumped on the ground not far away, not caring about the possible secondary explosion. They looked at everything in front of them as if it was an unrealistic dream.

Such a high number of casualties may not have been seen since the founding of Ursus.

But the scorching heat is telling them that they are doomed.

In the center of the battlefield, electromagnetic rifles were firing at the drones in the sky, and almost every bullet would accurately blow up one.

Among the hundreds of drones, almost none of them could reach the position and launch an attack.

The instigators of all this had only one idea in their minds.

It's so boring.

The flying speed and trajectory changes of these drones cannot even catch up with the frisbees they launch during training.

It's like playing with a balloon. I don't find it interesting at all.

But soon there was something new.

The attackers, armed with spears, had already crossed the hill and were running in the direction of the firing.

And in the sky that had just been almost cleared, many more figures appeared, their number far outnumbering the drones.

They were crossbowmen equipped with jet packs. After reaching the commanding heights, they took off very swiftly, with enough fuel on their backs to fly for more than ten minutes.

But for ordinary ground units, these ten minutes are their death warrant.

Chapter 116: Futile Resistance

In complex terrain like a mobile city, a jet backpack can help them glide between tall buildings, effectively using air superiority to attack or conduct reconnaissance on the ground, or even cross the terrain to assault the rear.

After all, drones are good, but they are expensive!

The cheapest price for an ordinary civilian drone is 100,000 Longmen coins. If it wants to carry some bombs, rockets, etc., the price will go up further, not to mention a professionally trained warlock, which is even more expensive.

A paratrooper only needs a crossbowman and a jetpack.

The total price is less than a quarter of that of a drone, and the big head is still on the backpack, so you can pull it off and continue using it even if the person dies.

Although they are not suitable for mountain warfare and their safe flying altitude is only a dozen meters, the drone swarm has been severely damaged and follow-up support will take some time. During this period, they will have to fill the vacancy in the sky.

The killing range of the compound crossbows in their hands would not exceed a hundred meters, and the defenders were stationed in a flat area more than four hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, where the entrance to the tunnel was also.

The distance between them is an insurmountable chasm for the paratroopers.

Their bodies are no stronger than drones.

The paratroopers, who clearly wanted to take advantage of the high ground and then glide down the mountain to encircle the rear, suffered an inhumane attack the moment they took off.

The dripping rain watered the barren grass, and the scarlet blood added a different color to this boring and barren mountain.

The blood-red fireworks blooming in the sky fell to the ground, just like splashing red paint on a cold-toned oil painting.

The commandos on the ground were no better than their astronaut counterparts.

They can use their high ground to accelerate their charge and rely on their huge potential energy to break through all defensive formations, just like the cavalry charge in ancient times.

But in front of the electromagnetic rifle, they were like lining up to be shot.

Dozens of punishers stood there, behind them was a temporary base, with more than a dozen deployed transport vehicles and large tents. From time to time, a few wounded were transported out of the tunnel and placed here.

No more logistics, no more thinking, just thumb on the trigger and pulling.

Every bullet fired will accurately take away one or two lives.

In just one encounter, the number of casualties reached thousands, and most of the bodies could not even be pieced together.

This may not be the biggest loss suffered by the Third Army since its establishment, but it was definitely the fastest-death war.

The enemy only had dozens of soldiers standing still.

Commanders at all levels felt a chill run down their spines when they saw this scene. This was no longer a war.

This is a naked massacre.

"Where is our artillery support? War Warlock! Where is the War Warlock? Who lied to the military intelligence and said that this is just a group of ordinary infected people?"

A colonel roared angrily, and his tone seemed to want to tear the signalman beside him in half.

"Hurry back and report to the general, the enemy's firepower is too strong, we need support here!"

Even if Sakota's gun hits a human body, it can only leave a fist-sized hole in the flesh.

But the weapons of the enemies in front of him were so powerful that they would explode if they just touched the edge. It was common for one to hit two or three enemies at once.

The explosion scattered blood and flesh all over the hillside.

Such a shocking scene is enough to make anyone with a weak mind collapse on the spot.

The same is true for the Ursus army. If they cannot come up with a countermeasure, they may be defeated immediately. After all, no one is willing to die in vain.

Just when morale was at its lowest point, a sudden boom in the ears gave the attacking soldiers hope again, and their morale was restored.

A high-speed battleship is entering the scene.

The huge noise made by the moving warships almost covered up all the sounds on the battlefield.

They are the backbone of the Ursus War. Compared with their huge bodies, other people's weapons are so small and ridiculous.

A large number of artillery pieces adjusted their firing angles, and just one round of bombing was enough to blow the camp to pieces.

But the first explosion was not at the garrison camp, but at the Originium cannon itself.

The Punisher, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped down from the hillside where he had been ambushed in advance, and the rifle in his hand sprayed ammunition at the moving warship below.

The special Originium bullets exploded instantly upon hitting the deck, not only creating holes on the deck, but also causing huge casualties to the warlocks and crossbowmen standing on it due to the scattered fragments. The artillery pieces were turned into scrap metal with just two or three shots before they could even fire a single shot.

Immediately afterwards, eight power armors fell on the decks of the mobile warship like cannonballs, splashing up large amounts of dust.

The crossbowmen weakly fired their crossbows into the gray fog, but all they could hear were the sounds of metal colliding and arrows falling to the ground.

A faint blue light emerged in the gray fog, and the hazy and huge black shadow looked like a monster that only appeared in nightmares.

The soldiers' futile attacks could not cause any harm to it, and a panic spread in the Ursus army. Experienced officers knew that conventional weapons could not pose a threat to such a thing, and the top arms could only be used to fight against it.

All they can do is to inflict as much damage or weaken it as possible.

"Incendiary bomb!!!"

"Explosive arrows! Howitzers! Mortars, I'm ready to fire! Quick, quick, quick!!"

High-temperature combustion with strong adhesion was a good way to deal with steam knights in the past. Even if it could not destroy the armor, it could still pose a huge threat to its metal components and the knight himself.

They threw out special bottles filled with liquid fuel.

However, some people failed. Their incendiary bombs exploded as soon as they were thrown. A large amount of fuel exploded rapidly and directly devoured the bodies of several soldiers around them.

The shrill screams did not last long, and only a charred corpse was left.

Bang bang bang!

Bottles of incendiary bombs or explosive arrows successfully hit the enemy, and the burning flames attached to the power armor, burning fiercely like a maggot attached to the bone.

But the Punishers seemed unaware and continued to harvest the enemies with the weapons in their hands. Against the backdrop of flames, they looked like devils walking out of hell.

The specially made bullets will explode quickly after entering the enemy's body, tearing the body into pieces. The bloodiness is even more intense than the battlefield on the hillside.

Zhang Miao was a little shocked when he saw this scene. He had used similar weapons before, but not to hit people.

"It's better to use this less in the future."

Tallulah had not expected this to happen. This type of bullet was originally intended to be used as an armor-piercing shell to shred armor, but she had never expected that it would cause such a bloody scene when hitting a human body.

"...I will restrict the production of this type of bullet when I return."