Arknights? Colonization Ark!

Although the damage to a single target from these warlocks' attacks is greater than that from the power of Originium shells, it is still within the tolerable range.

The best defense is offense. There won't be so many problems if you blow up these warlocks before they open fire.

Kolchak gritted his teeth as he watched his soldiers die one by one, but even now he did not think he would lose.

There are only 5 people on the other side.

How could we lose with 3,000 men and a mobile battleship?

Even if we have to pile them up with people, we will kill them!

But soon, he will find out that his decision is extremely wrong.

After killing dozens of armored vehicles that served as the vanguard, they looked at the mobile warships that were gradually approaching.

The five armored soldiers remained where they were, not feeling the slightest bit of worry or fear at the huge monster charging towards them.

All four portable missiles on their shoulders that had never been used were fired towards the front armor plate of the mobile warship.

At the moment of impact, the expected huge explosion did not occur.

The specially designed missile warhead directly penetrated the 2000mm thick armor plate and caused a huge explosion inside.

This directly caused heavy losses to the troops originally gathered at the bow of the ship, and even a huge gap was blown in the armor plate.

The five people jumped directly into the gap that was blown out.

The armor that originally seemed bulky suddenly became extremely light and jumped up to a height of more than ten meters.

After their feet landed on the ground, they pulled out a huge chainsaw from their backs.

Chapter 10: The Beggar of Beggars

The shock wave of the explosion affected the entire bow of the ship. A large number of soldiers were either directly enveloped in the flames and turned into ashes, or had their internal organs shattered by the air waves and died with blood spitting out of their mouths.

Kolchak felt something was wrong because he noticed the other party's calmness, so he retreated a distance in advance and wanted to return to the bridge, so he was not killed directly. However, the shock caused by the explosion still made him unsteady on his feet, and his head hit the wall, making him dizzy.

The loud ringing in his ears made him think he was deaf. Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead into his eyes, covering his vision with a layer of red. He pushed himself up against the floor and tried to stand up.

He seemed to see a tall figure walking towards him as he was staggering. Some soldiers were still fearlessly organizing a counterattack, trying to stop the giant's steps, but the crossbows shot at the opponent's armor and bounced off without any reaction. The crossbowmen's attacks had no effect, and instead they were shot in the head by the opponent's left-hand pistol.

When a small number of attackers holding spears tried to provide attack opportunities for the long-range firepower in the rear through close combat, as soon as they got close, they would be torn in half with their weapons by the power saws in the hands of the opponents that made a vibrating buzzing sound. The heavy armor that was strong enough to resist powerful crossbows did not give them any chance to resist. They were no different from flesh and blood in front of the saw blades.

Even if a group of heavily-armored warriors advanced with heavy shields in their hands, hoping to rely on high-intensity defense to block the enemy, they would be burned to ashes along with their shields by the purple plasma ejected from the jets on the enemy's right arms.

The soldiers lying on the ground screamed and wailed in pain, and the blood and flesh flowing on the ground formed a path for the enemy to advance, plus the bow of the mobile battleship was still burning behind him.

The shocking scene almost frightened Kolchak to the point of peeing his pants. He just stood up but immediately collapsed to the ground in fear.

His legs were shaking constantly, and Kolchak tried to struggle to stand up, but his feet were completely out of control. He could only use his hands to support the ground and crawl backwards desperately.

They are demons, they must be devils crawling out of hell!

At this moment, the glory of the empire that he had always cared about could no longer provide him with any courage, and his mind was filled with endless regret.

He regretted why he didn't stay in the barracks like Kampf, and he even mocked the other party for his incompetence.

But there is no regret medicine in this world, and the big guy is almost in front of him.

"devil!"

"Don't come over here! But come over here!!!"

"Don't come near me!!!"

His screams resounded through the sky, and the commander's miserable appearance directly defeated the resistance line that the soldiers had organized with great difficulty.

After all, they were facing an almost impossible-to-defeat enemy, and countless colleagues had proven this with their lives. All their attacks had not even left a trace on the enemy. The fact that they could continue to stand here was a reflection of their years of training and their loyalty to the empire.

Not only here, the same scene occurred in other passages. The five of them killed almost everyone who dared to stand in their way in several passages.

The mobile warship has begun to slow down, because if it does not stop, everyone on the ship will probably be killed by those five devils.

In Kolchak's desperate eyes, a big hand pinched his head and lifted him up like a chicken.

"The target has been found and captured."

Chikov in the power armor reported to the communication channel that the goal had been achieved.

Soon there was a reply.

"Bring him back."

"Yes."

But soon other people's voices were heard in the channel

"What about the remaining people? What about this mobile battleship? Aren't we going to take it back?"

"The mobile warship will stop soon. The remaining two to three thousand people will definitely escape. By then, even if they are three thousand pigs, you will not be able to catch them all in a few days."

"Besides, this thing is useless to us. Besides, there are only five of you, and the others can't drive a mobile battleship. It would be a waste of time to bring it back."

"Okay, but I still think it's a waste."

It seems that someone in the channel can't stand his nagging, and a female voice interrupts and scolds him.

"Stop talking nonsense and come here. Mr. Zhang is still waiting for you to report your experience."

......

A few dozen kilometers away from the battlefield, a convoy of seven or eight trucks formed a temporary camp.

A large number of instruments and equipment are carried on these trucks, among which there are five projections that are displaying the combat situation of each power armor soldier. Even every bit of flesh and blood hanging on the power saws in their hands is vivid.

Even if you are dozens of miles away, you can still smell the blood.

"Kelsey, how do you feel?"

Zhang Miao held a cup of hot tea in his hand and asked Kal'tsit beside him about her thoughts on the encounter.

From his own point of view, this batch of power armor can be said to be mediocre in all aspects. The mobility is poor, and the defense seems okay, but it can only block crossbows and explosion shock waves. In fact, in order to reduce the weight, a large amount of engineering plastics are used in it. The strength of many metal armors is not up to standard. They can't even block a few shots from the large-caliber electromagnetic guns in their hands.

Because it is equipped with a metal hydrogen battery and has no power shield, if the previous designers asked Zhang Miao to wear this extremely shoddy coffin board on the battlefield, he would definitely press the opponent's head on it to make him reorganize his words.

What? I’m the designer?

All I can say is that I'm sorry to trouble you all.

Moreover, even with this kind of shabby machine that was made with shoddy materials to the extreme, the city's current productivity can only supply these five machines at most.

As the war progressed, the value of the equipment worn by each regular soldier was rising, from hundreds of thousands of dollars per person in the earliest planetary era to millions in the space age, which had become astronomical figures in their era.

Kal'tsit fell silent as she looked at the five killing machines that were wreaking havoc in the mobile battleship.

Judging from their current close combat performance alone, their combat effectiveness has probably surpassed Victoria's Steam Knights. As for long-range firepower, she has no doubt that her own mon3tr may not be able to withstand two shots and will be blown up, not to mention those missiles. Even if the number of power armors is not enough, can't the missiles be mass-produced?

After all, who doesn’t know how to press buttons?

Looking at the city here and then at the civil war in Kazdel, she didn't know what the point of continuing the fight was.

Chapter 11: Crude Provocation

Although these five power armors are quite backward, they are more than enough for use on the battlefield of Terra.

But war is ultimately everyone's business. You can't expect five people to fight an entire battle. Just to assist them, each person is assigned a truck and at least seven or eight accompanying logistics personnel.

This does not include maintenance and supplies. If you add up the scattered information, there are at least a dozen people behind a power armor soldier.

Therefore, they still need to be lightweight and cheap, and distributing them to a large number of soldiers is an inevitable route. It will not be too late to improve them and assemble them on a large scale after having a larger population and stronger productivity in the later stage.

"......"

Kal'tsit wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out.

A person's vision and ability are subject to the social environment and education in which he lives. The knowledge of the kings of Terra will not exceed their national borders and history at most. Many times, as an immortal, she only needs to use words to guide the other party's thoughts in the direction she wants.

Quell the war, guide the nightmare northward, and unite the nations to destroy the tyrannical Sarkaz court.

Nothing more than that.

These things are the wisdom she has accumulated as a witness to the demise of previous civilizations.

But are these things useful to Zhang Miao?

Coercion and inducement?

Technology guidance?

Speak with emotion and explain with reason?

Although Zhang Miao looks like a normal person, he is actually an alien!

Although my technology is far better than yours, my moral system and thinking logic are different from yours.

As he himself said, not squeezing the Terrans dry three times was a mercy.

"As far as weapons are concerned, they have done quite well. Even among all the countries in Terra, there are only a handful of countries that can surpass them."

The most important thing is that although the cost of this kind of power armor is high on the surface, the cost can actually be spread out through mass production, and the requirements for the soldiers in the armor are far lower than those messy things.

It is also completely controllable and there is no need to worry about self-explosion or loss of control.

Based on these points alone, she didn't know how those people could win against Zhang Miao. The most important thing was that they not only had strong weapons, but also strong productivity. The government departments had been flattened to the extreme, and the financial resources were fully transparent. If a fight really broke out between those Terrans, it was hard to say whether they could last three rounds in their hands.

but.....

Why did he do this?

Is it really like he said, that he wanted to help the Terra race just to repay the previous civilization?

Kal'tsit couldn't understand the motives of Zhang Miao's behavior. The time they had been in contact was too short, and the information during this meeting could even be said to be one-sided. Even now, she knew nothing about him except his name.

I don't even know what the situation of the spaceship is, so he definitely won't agree to let me go over and take a look.

.....

Soon, Chikov and his men cleaned up the battlefield, and the mobile battleship remained where it was. A large number of soldiers were still left on the ship and did not escape. After all, Chikov and his men only rushed into the bow of the ship and captured Kolchak soon after. The people behind them did not see anything and were informed that they had been defeated.

It shouldn't be long before they drive the mobile warship back, and even bring back the news of the defeat.

Grand Duke Baikal would not tolerate the humiliation of such a defeat. No matter what the reason, he would definitely organize an army to wipe out these rebels.

By then, it would not just be this mobile warship carrying 3,000 people that would come into direct conflict with Zhang Miao.

The full strength of the Ursus Third Army is as high as 300,000 men, with more than dozens of mobile warships. Even if not the entire army is dispatched, there will definitely be a large number.

So today's battle can only be regarded as an appetizer at most, the main course is still to come.

When Zhang Miao saw Chikov and his men coming back with an Ursus officer who was paralyzed by fear in his hands, he knew who he was and hurried to meet him.

"Mr. Kolchak, my God, look at how embarrassed you are, let go quickly, Chikov, you rude man, how can you treat an Ursus noble like this? Didn't I tell you to invite him over?"

While scolding Chikov, he reached out and helped the limp Kolchak up.

Kolchak seemed to be in a daze and had not yet come to his senses. His dull eyes swept across Zhang Miao's face, then looked at Kal'tsit and a large group of logistics personnel behind him.

Zhang Miao held him with one hand and almost forcibly dragged him in front of Kal'tsit.

"I invited you here this time mainly to let you know that the infected people have a hard time in this land and can't stand the torture. I hope you can show some mercy and let us go."

Hearing Zhang Miao's seemingly weak tone, Kolchak finally mustered up some strength from the shock he had just suffered.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Look at what you said. We are just a group of infected people. What else can we do? Come, let me introduce you. This is Kal'tsit, who has been helping Theresa fight the civil war in Kazdel."

When Kal'tsit heard Zhang Miao introduce herself to Kolchak in this way, even though she was always known for her calmness and indifference, she wanted to curse at Zhang Miao at this moment.

But she finally held back, but her expression was particularly ugly.

Kolchak looked at Kal'tsit in shock.

The Sarkaz actually came to interfere with Ursus, it turned out to be these foreign forces!

Otherwise, in this remote place like the Icefield, how could these infected people have the ability to fight against the imperial army.

No wonder they lost so badly, probably the five power armors we just saw were also derived from the ancient technology of the Sarkaz!

These demons are really no good, they are in cahoots with the infected and are all enemies of the empire!

"Well, Mr. Kolchak, please forgive my men's recklessness. You may go now."