Arknights? Colonization Ark!

If we don't fight, we will win. If we fight, we will win.

This is his code of war.

Thinking of this, he looked at the somewhat damaged map in front of him.

This is the one Kolchak had at the time. Although that guy is dead, his map is still serving the empire.

He was very satisfied with the map of this chapter, and the various markings on it were very clear.

Kolchak determined that the enemy's settlement was at the junction of the Ursus border and the Infe ice field, near Lake Besse, so the marching route this time was still determined according to his analysis.

Baikal also deployed a large number of reconnaissance troops in the direction of travel, so he would know immediately if there was any discovery.

"Now, let's think about how to deal with their weapons. Everyone, this is a battle that concerns the fate of the empire."

"If you win, your name will go down in history and your blessings will last for generations."

"If we lose, we will be the sinners of the empire. No matter what the subsequent battle situation is, it has nothing to do with us."

The almost threatening tone frightened the generals present.

Just as they were discussing countermeasures, the scouts ahead sent back news.

The enemy was discovered about 200 kilometers away from here. There were at least 10,000 of them, and they were still building fortifications.

Chapter 108: Customized Strategy: Strong Attack!

The news came back so quickly?

Is it too fast?

The news from the scouts ahead surprised everyone present.

They were just discussing how to deal with the enemy, how come they ran into each other by such a coincidence?

A more impatient lieutenant general spoke directly

"Who brought back the news? Is it true?"

The messenger who came to deliver the message immediately replied

"It's the 65th Infantry Regiment's reconnaissance team. They are the first reconnaissance unit to set out."

Alexeev hesitated for a moment.

"Let the captain of the reconnaissance team come over."

"Yes."

The messenger responded and immediately retreated.

Then, under the gaze of several people, Alekseyev said

"The 65th Infantry Regiment's reconnaissance team was indeed the first to set out. Their reconnaissance direction is the Stanovoy Mountains, which is about miles away from here."

As he spoke, he pointed out the approximate location of the mountain range on the map.

Baikal saw the terrain of the mountain range and asked again

“What’s the geography like?”

This silenced the admiral.

Who would know such a thing? He had never been there. That place was almost out of the border of Ursus. Mobile cities would not go there. He had only seen the name on the map.

But fortunately someone knows.

The captain of the reconnaissance team was waiting outside and came in immediately after receiving the call from the messenger.

He was still holding a handful of photos tightly in his hand.

He was a little excited. It was difficult to meet even one of the big shots in this room at normal times, but now that they were all gathered together, it was the perfect time for him to make a contribution.

The leader of the reconnaissance team saluted the generals, fearing that the dirt and dust on his body caused by the covert reconnaissance would make the generals unhappy.

After handing the photo in his hand to the messenger, he simply stood there.

The situation was so urgent that he didn't even have time to change into a clean military uniform.

After receiving the photo, Duke Baikal looked at it carefully, but soon frowned.

Because the angles of these photos are not very good and there are too many branches blocking the view, many things cannot be seen clearly.

But he still found a lot of important information in it.

For example, defenders and punishers.

The hand holding the photo was shaking with emotion, and then he shared the photo with other people for viewing.

"Sure enough, this is the proof that power armor can be mass-produced!"

Although the image in the photo is a bit small, it is generally clear. The Punisher in the photo looks a bit petite standing near the Defender, and the difference in the texture of the engineering plastic and alloy steel can be seen at a glance.

No one would believe that this is not a replica.

As for the possible performance gap, who cares?

As long as it can be mass-produced, who cares about that little bit of stuff.

After seeing this, the other people became more excited and looked at the photos carefully, as if they wanted to see flowers from them.

Baikal waved the captain over and pointed at the map and said.

"Tell me everything you have discovered."

The captain was also a smart man. He knew that now was not the time to flatter or seek credit, so he simply spoke of the intelligence he had gathered.

"The Stanovoy Mountains are more than 470 kilometers long. They are stationed on a hill near the periphery. There are mostly shrubs and grasslands on the hill, without much shelter. However..."

The captain hesitated to speak, as if he had thought of some difficult problem.

The lieutenant general just now didn't recognize this and immediately urged

"Just tell me what you have to say!"

The startled captain quickly told everyone what he had seen and heard.

"But they were stationed at the back of the mountain, on the ridge facing away from us. They were also building fortifications there. I found that they seemed to be transporting a large amount of soil and sand down the mountain, but I couldn't see what they were doing."

Build fortifications?

Who cares about this!

No matter what fortifications they have, thirty high-speed warships and hundreds of artillery can’t destroy anything.

The lieutenant general slapped the two photos in his hand on the table and asked

"What about this one? How many of these have you seen!"

The captain looked and saw the two big iron cans he had seen.

I picked it up quickly and distinguished it.

"I saw two of the big ones, and there were seven or eight of the small ones at a glance."

His answer made the others look at each other.

This number is not quite right for them. The result of their discussion just now is that Kosice should have at least ten power armors in his hands.

Excluding the imitations, only two are seen?

One of them said

"Maybe he couldn't see it from his position, and the others were in the blind spot."

These photos were all taken in the woods, so it's normal that the field of vision is limited.

Someone else asked

"Have you seen any others? For example, shield guards, or tall people with horns on their heads?"

The captain answered all the questions truthfully.

"Yes, I saw a large shield, the same kind used by the shield guards in the past. There were also some shields that were also large, but there were some differences. As for the tall ones with horns on their heads... there seemed to be several of them."

The description of having horns on the head was too vague. After all, there were many people with horns on their heads on Terra. The captain didn't even know who they were talking about, so how could he tell them apart?

Baikal looked at Admiral Alexeev again.

The admiral did not pay much attention to the two photos, but was concentrating on looking at the military map.

"How about it?"

This general has fought in many battles and has the most combat experience here.

"Some trouble."

As he spoke, he explained to everyone on the map

"This mountain range is too long and has few passages. The place where they are stationed happens to be the largest and closest passage to us. The commanding heights on both sides pose too great a threat. It would take a lot of time to bypass them. And he just said that these people are stationed at the back of the mountain. The impact of our Originium artillery is minimized and we can't hit them at all. If we force a breakthrough, we may suffer heavy losses."

"Furthermore, this passage can only accommodate three mobile warships at most. Overall, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack, making it a good defensive stronghold."

The lieutenant general immediately interrupted

"What if we go around it? At our speed, it would only take two or three days at most. There's no need to waste time with them here. The most urgent thing is to find the ruins and the factory."

The man next to him rolled his eyes at him.

"The fact that they're building fortifications here means they know we're coming. Maybe old Kosice has already dismantled the factory and started moving. It's just what we want if we take a detour now."

Because the non-ice field area is too large and Kosciuszko has shrunk inward, it is unknown when we can find it.

But the man retorted

"The passage here is so narrow that if a mobile warship were to force its way through, Kolchak's body might not have rotted yet. Do you want to go and accompany him?"

"enough!"

Baikal immediately stood up and interrupted the quarrel between the two men, and then waited for Admiral Alexeev to decide on a plan.

Alexeev did not disappoint his expectations

"Since it's difficult for mobile warships to pass, let's take down the surrounding high ground, and then find a new position for the artillery regiment. The infantry will cooperate with the high-speed warships to force their way through. At the same time, release drones to open up the vision for the war sorcerers. Even if we have to pile up corpses, we must get through these two mountains!"

"Besides that, if you two each lead a fleet to make a detour, with a two-pronged approach, I don't believe that Koschei can escape!"

Chapter 109: First Contact! Explosion!

Dozens of high-speed warships were gathering, and they did not split up as originally planned.

In any case, they planned to organize troops to launch a strong attack first, and if that was not feasible, they would consider taking a detour.

Anyway, what they want is right in front of them. Even if Koschei runs into the snowfield, as long as they can get the power armor here, they will still be great contributors to the empire.

Could it be that the productivity of an entire country is inferior to the group of pathetic infected people gathered in Kosice?

I'm afraid most of them will be killed or injured on the way of migration.

Fast warships are valuable, but soldiers' lives are less so.

It is quite a spectacular sight to see huge objects as big as hills gathering at a relatively slow pace.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. The high-speed warship increased its speed at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the distance between the two sides was no more than eight kilometers, it finally stopped.

This distance was enough to bring the entire hill within their bombing range.

Even the nearest few turned sideways to form a battle line. The high-speed warships, with densely packed large-caliber Originium cannons, were aimed directly at every corner of the entire mountain.

But there was still no movement. The whole mountain was deathly silent. No human figures could be seen with the naked eye. If reconnaissance had been arranged in advance, we might have been deceived.

The first round of attack was composed of four infantry regiments, a total of 8,000 people. Their role was to use their lives to test the depth of the mountain pass.

But even these 8,000 people were legitimate Ursus troops. They wore standard armor and were equipped with military weapons.

The Ursus army crawled towards the mountains ahead like ants.

The slope of more than 30 degrees is covered with gravel and shrubs of all sizes. It may be difficult for vehicles to pass, but it is as flat as flat ground for human feet.

A considerable number of scouts were deployed not only on the mountain pass in front, but also in the surrounding hillside bushes to conduct reconnaissance for the subsequent transfer of artillery positions.

The reconnaissance team of the 67th Infantry Regiment was responsible for investigating the high ground on the edge of a mountain. There was a gentle slope there that looked more suitable for setting up artillery. The direction and distance could cover the hillside facing away from the high-speed warship.

The captain of this reconnaissance team is also a man with a keen eye, or in other words, those assigned to serve as scouts are all top individual elites.