Arknights? Colonization Ark!

Chapter 117: The so-called glory is just a dream

Admiral Alexeev felt his scalp tingling when he received the battle report from the front line.

In the past, he would not have been able to explain to His Majesty such an almost one-sided battle situation.

But as a general, he had to find a way to win.

The terrain in the tunnel is complex, and the enemy's weapons are extremely lethal, so the formation cannot be deployed, and we can only wander around in it like playing hide-and-seek with others.

A powerful firearm...

They had also conducted strategic simulations on Sakota's musketeers in the past.

Use artillery to provide long-range cover, carry out earthworks, dig a trench to close the distance, and then use a large number of mortars to suppress fire, giving the Wendigo or War Warlock a chance to break through the defense line.

But now the artillery position has been bombed two or three times, and his heart is bleeding. The weapon that fell from the sky seemed to have eyes. It could accurately find the location of the artillery position every time and then launch a devastating attack.

He gave the order to the signalman beside him.

"Immediately order the troops in the tunnel to withdraw. Don't keep circling with them. Blast all the entrances to the tunnels after you get out. All the remaining drone clusters take off to cover the War Warlocks. We must do our best to capture the rear positions!"

We can't delay any further. Every minute of delay with this casualty rate is a devastating blow to the morale of the entire army. As long as we can capture the position, we will blow up all the entrances and exits of the tunnel and leave those people inside to die!

"Yes!"

The signalman immediately got up and went to broadcast a radio message to notify the front line.

After the messenger left, he asked the returning Duke:

"Have those guys agreed? We don't have many artillery units left. If we continue to fight like this, even if we take the position, the loss will seriously damage our vitality."

Thousands of people died in less than an hour of fighting. How can you fight a war like this?

Even during the Blood Peak Battle, they might not have died more than this hour in a day!

"They agreed, but a portion of the profits from these weapons will be given to the internal guards in the future."

Hearing the admiral's complaint, the Duke frowned. Those guys in the Internal Guard were not under their jurisdiction. The half-blood Wendigos were basically all in the North, and even if they could come, the Duke would not let them come.

Letting a half-blood Wendigo fight Bodracast is definitely a betrayal on the battlefield.

Now we can only hope that the war wizard can help.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t get to eat the meat. Once you get it, the emperor will have the final say on how to divide it.

The fighting in the tunnel continued, corpses were seen almost everywhere, and after several assaults were thwarted, the Ursus elite quickly figured out a tactic.

The shield flamethrower has a slow reload time, and the prisoners are extremely nervous. They may open fire in response to the slightest breeze. If they encounter a corner, they may trick a weapon out by throwing a corpse.

If all else fails, just throw in explosives, even if it means collapsing the tunnel.

For a time, the promotion efficiency was gratifying.

……

In a large alley

"Your Majesty!"

An elite vanguard kicked the prisoner on the knee, and the man fell to his knees.

The prisoner knelt on the ground, feeling some pain. His body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained blood red. The people around him showed no intention of stepping forward to stop the bleeding.

He raised his head slightly. His hair had already been wet with sweat and blood, sticking together and blocking his vision. His consciousness was already blurred and he kept groaning. Only the pain kept reminding him that he was still alive.

Although it was blurry, I could still see that the person in front of me had his right hand wrapped in gauze and was sitting on a wooden box.

"Say, then tell me everything you know."

He could tell what the person in front of him wanted to ask.

"I...I want to...I want to know...your identity."

Blood was dripping from his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and weak, as if he might die at any time.

The lieutenant general whose right hand was injured spoke with displeasure. He was very angry about the slow progress of the tunnel attack. This messy passage almost made them run around like headless flies, as if there were enemies everywhere.

Moreover, these people's tactics clearly have the shadow of the Ursus army.

He gritted his teeth and said

"Listen carefully, you damned traitor. I am Lieutenant General Stessell of the Empire. This is the only mercy Ursus has left for traitors. Tell me all the enemy's deployment and information, and I may be able to give you a decent death."

His tone was full of disdain and contempt; he didn't care about the death of these minions at all.

But the prisoner did not answer his question. Instead, he asked his last question. Every word seemed to be shouted out with the last bit of strength.

"General... I... I want to know... does the glory of the empire really shine upon us?"

Every word dripped with blood onto the ground.

"You bastard!"

Not getting an answer, Stessel became furious and kicked the prisoner over, then stepped on his head, as if he wanted to stomp everything about the man in front of him into the dirt.

Stessel did not answer the prisoner's question, but the prisoner seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted to know.

Perhaps they have long understood that the glory of the empire was never meant for people like them at the bottom of society, but they have kept their heads buried in the ground and pretended not to know.

In the eyes of the [General], they are not worthy at all!

He could find joy in misery when he was the poorest, pretended not to hear the curses from his superiors, comforted himself when captured, and never cried even when he was seriously injured or on the verge of death.

But when the general in front of him stepped on his face into the ground with his leather military boots, and the last bit of his dignity was crushed by the hard black soles of the boots.

He cried, his tears mixed with blood, like a child whose dreams are shattered.

Just like what she said

It turns out that everything is fake...

But his cries did not receive any mercy. Instead, Stessel thought it was a sign of weakness from his opponent and beat him even harder, venting all his unhappiness on the coward in front of him.

The scarlet blood flows on the yellow earth, that is the color of shattered dreams.

They had seen countless deaths on the battlefield, but for some reason, the Ursus soldiers around them felt a sense of empathy and sadness when they saw the prisoners of war being beaten to death.

"Whoo~"

As if he was tired of fighting, Stessel finally stopped. The prisoner in front of him was motionless and about to die, but he still felt angry. He pulled out a new standard military knife and was about to chop off the traitor's head.

boom!

An explosion interrupted his movements.

The dust stirred up by the explosion drifted all over where they were.

The enemy's position was very close to them.

Stessel heard someone shouting

"It's the Gun Riders!"

A tall, grayish-white figure, like a wall, blocked the alley, in full view of everyone and in front of dozens of elite soldiers of the empire.

"You could have cried louder. I almost couldn't hear you."

No. 118: War Warlock

The sudden appearance of the enemy did not cause these elite soldiers to panic, because in this messy tunnel, the enemy could jump out from any corner at any time.

Just this...

The fact that he was taller than the shield guard alone put a lot of pressure on everyone present.

Two or three shield guards quickly formed a military formation. One of them was holding a shield captured from the battlefield and had plenty of ammunition.

The Punisher's expression did not change much when he saw this scene, nor did he fire the rifle in his hand. Instead, he walked forward slowly, strolling in the garden as if there were only dirt and dirt in front of him.

This almost contemptuous attitude angered Stessel, who snatched the compound crossbow from the crossbowman next to him.

"I want to see how you are better than the Lateran musketeers!"

"Everyone, open fire!!!"

Perhaps because he had just not gotten enough release from the prisoners of war, he pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand.

Everyone seemed to have received an order and launched the attack at the same time without hesitation.

All kinds of crossbows and explosives were thrown at the enemy as if they were free. The explosions were continuous, and the huge power almost made the surrounding support plates begin to tremble, as if they would collapse at any time.

But the Ursus soldiers all understood that the enemy could not be killed in such a way, and that armor was not just for show.

The shield guard holding the special shield directly turned on the safety. The power of this weapon can definitely pose a threat to the enemy.

His idea was indeed good. When Zhang Miao was making the shield, he had never thought about limiting the power. At that time, the only thing in his mind was

I have to get this thing up there, it must be so COOOOL!

It turns out, it's pretty cool.

It’s so cool that the guerrillas themselves have never used this brutal thing more than a few times when they went out.

The power is seriously excessive!!!

Not to mention the Punisher's engineering plastic, even the Defender's titanium alloy plate cannot withstand prolonged plasma impact.

Moreover, the ceramic material used to make the shield is strong enough to withstand the attack of electromagnetic rifles and there is no possibility of being penetrated.

But this does not mean that this shield is invincible.

Just as the surface mechanism opened, revealing two pure Originium crystals inside, a spike bullet directly hit the red one.

The huge impact force made the shield guard's hands sink, and the sound of the Originium shattering made him unbelievable. This almost invincible shield was destroyed as soon as it reached his hands.

While feeling regretful, it also proved one thing: the enemy's weapons were temporarily unable to break this shield.

This was a blessing in disguise, but the two comrades around him were not so lucky. The shields in their hands could not even defend themselves, and they were shot dead along with their shields.

In order to attract firepower, he had to rush forward with the shield, forcing the other side to fire at him.

Every time the shield guard took a step forward, he could hear a dull sound behind him, which meant the death of a comrade, but the enemy never fired a second shot at him.

This is the greatest insult to the shield guard.

He was ignored.

He quickened his pace again, and the anger in his heart made him want to smash the shield into the enemy's face immediately.

Closer.

He could hear the whistling of bullets passing by his ears.

It seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

Finally, no more bullets sounded past his ears, which also meant that all his comrades behind him had died.

Next, it's his turn.

The shield hit the enemy's power armor but didn't make any progress. He roared and growled, using all his strength, but couldn't make the enemy retreat even a single step.

The absolute gap in strength is like a huge gap.

The Punisher didn't even use the electromagnetic rifle. He directly pulled out the dagger from his leg and pressed one hand on the left side of the shield. The several tons of force caused the shield guard to stagger, and then he killed the opponent with one blow.

The last soldier fell.

The same goes for Stessel.

But he was luckier than the others. At least he was still alive, with only one leg lost.

He fell to the ground, already unconscious from excessive blood loss, and the Punisher walked around him without even looking at him.

Looking at the guy lying on the ground who had been beaten beyond recognition, she sighed.

Theoretically, she shouldn't have left the passage she was defending, but the person who saved her was not a law-abiding person.

So she also learned it very well, and the leader didn't say anything, right?

He was given simple medical treatment with first aid spray. This guy had started bleeding internally and had to be taken to the rear as soon as possible.

So she carried Stessel in one hand and the wounded in the other, stepped over the piles of corpses, glanced at the shield that fell to the ground, and could only shake her head helplessly.

I can only get this thing when I come back next time.

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