Arknights? Colonization Ark!

As he was crouching in the low grass, he keenly noticed that the grass in front of him seemed to have been stepped on by someone. He was about to go forward to check, but suddenly his eyelids twitched and alarm bells went off in his heart. This was the sixth sense that had saved his life many times on the battlefield. He did not dare to hesitate and buried his whole body in the grass, not daring to make a sound.

But it was too late. When he was lying on the ground, a horrible chill crept up every corner of his body. He wanted to shout, but only exhaled a stream of cold air. He shuddered and felt an unbearable heat all over, but he could not move even a finger.

He felt his eyelids were so heavy and he wanted to close his eyes and take a sleep. He seemed to hear some noise and wanted to use his last bit of strength to see the other person's appearance clearly, but he couldn't even lift his head. He could only see a pair of feet and a vague woman's voice.

"Take it off and put it on quickly, this place is about to be blown up, don't disturb it..."

He could no longer hear what happened next. He just felt as if someone was pulling at his clothes and tearing off his nameplate, and then his entire consciousness fell into darkness.

Not long after, the entire hillside was engulfed in flames from the explosion, and everything on it was destroyed.

Not only this place, but also the surrounding hillsides and the battlefield in front were all subjected to heavy bombing. I don't know if it was the explosives buried in advance or the bombing by someone, but several hillsides were engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

Without any sign or sound, death came suddenly.

The soldiers who were still searching upwards did not expect that a huge fire would suddenly burst out from under their feet, taking away everything they had.

The blast swept all around, swallowing up lives around, and the raised soil and burning black smoke almost covered the sky.

The explosion came and went quickly. Many soldiers were still standing there, stunned by the sudden explosion. Some sober people tried to find shelter to avoid the next round of bombing.

When the smoke cleared, all that was left was a mess, with wailing and screaming sounds everywhere, and corpses everywhere!

Some people had intact bodies, but were bleeding from their mouths and noses. They fell to the ground and twitched constantly, and it was obvious that they were dying.

Some people were left with only the upper body, but were still howling. The lower body was nowhere to be found, leaving only scattered internal organs and flowing blood.

And there were even more wounded soldiers, with missing limbs and broken bodies everywhere. Unable to move, they could only call out to their companions, hoping that they could take them away from the hell of death.

The explosion stopped, but the flames did not stop. Fierce tongues of flames burned on the ground, and many soldiers' clothes were set on fire. However, the Ursus uniforms were thick and complicated, and difficult to take off quickly. The intense high temperature stimulated the soldiers' nerves. They screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to use mud to extinguish the flames, and then the sound gradually stopped.

Some even tried to ask their companions to help extinguish the flames on their bodies, but unexpectedly, not only did they fail to extinguish the flames, but they also dragged their companions into this grand funeral.

Not even a single enemy was seen, yet there were heavy casualties.

The generals on the high-speed warships in the distance were observing the battlefield with binoculars, and the sudden flash of light just now also startled them.

It's an ambush!

The enemy set up an ambush in advance!

But no one saw clearly how the enemy acted.

"It should be that the Originium bombs that were planted in advance were detonated at the same time."

The idea of ​​one of them was quickly echoed by others.

"Have them withdraw, stop for thirty minutes, and then use naval guns to clean the entire hillside."

Alexeev gave orders to the messenger beside him.

The four infantry regiments have completed their mission.

As for why they didn’t use naval guns to fire a round first before attacking.

Of course it’s because soldiers’ lives are not as valuable as artillery shells. If there aren’t any, wouldn’t that be a profit?

Even if I die now, it won't be a loss. At least I have attracted the thunder.

Moreover, the retreat of the vanguard troops might lure out the enemy, so it would be a win-win situation either way.

The next step is to wait until this round of shelling is over before organizing another strong attack.

This time it won't be a small fight.

The four regiment commanders who were not far from the battlefield at the foot of the mountain looked unhappy after receiving the order to retreat. When they were arranged to launch the first round of attack, they knew that their men had become cannon fodder.

Now the mission has been completed, and timely retreat can stop the loss.

Chapter 110: Tallulah’s battle plan.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

The soldiers who remained on the mountain immediately began to retreat after receiving the news. Even though the blow they suffered was very severe, they were not mentally broken.

This has to be a trained regular army. If it is a swarm of peasant soldiers, just a sudden retreat can turn into a rout, and they will trample more people to death than others.

Although we had suffered heavy losses and had to retreat without even seeing a single enemy, we still had to obey orders no matter how humiliating it was.

It couldn't be said to be very orderly. The soldiers supported each other and carried the wounded down the mountain on their backs.

The people above looked down on these gray animals, but they still had to treat them. After all, these old aristocrats still had to rely on military power to have the final say.

As expected, a temporary tent was set up at the rear of the mobile warship as a field hospital. A large number of wounded were transported here. For a while, screams were heard everywhere, and the smell of blood and disinfectant mixed together. The burnt wounds stuck to the clothes. Both the scene and the smell were nauseating.

Huchihuchi~

A relatively tall figure was running quickly with a wounded man on his back. His clothes and face were all covered in dust, and his appearance was so dirty that it was impossible to recognize him. The lower half of the left trouser leg of the man on his back was swinging empty, and blood was dripping from it from time to time. The dirty blood stuck to his hair and covered the upper half of his face. He was breathing out more than breathing in, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

"Make way! Make way!"

He used his tall body to push away the crowd in front of him. Just the anxious look on his face was enough to make people imagine the deep emotional drama between him and the injured person.

But he did not go to the medical point, but ran straight towards the mobile warship.

As expected, he was stopped by the guards and had no intention of giving way.

The guard pointed to the road behind and kindly reminded

"The hospital is over there."

But the big man insisted on bypassing the guards and wanted to go in.

"I told you the hospital is over there!"

The guard's tone was a little impatient. I've already reminded him, why is this guy acting like a fool?

"Let us in, she's dying!"

The big man's tone has begun to become irritable, as if he is going to break in if you don't let me in.

The guards were not surprised. The conditions in the makeshift field hospital were very poor. The seriously injured would most likely not survive if they went in. It was understandable that they wanted to go to the medical room in the mobile battleship.

"I can't let you in without receiving orders from my superiors."

Understanding is understanding, and the job is the job. We are both strangers, so if I pity you, who will pity me?

"We are from the reconnaissance team and we have important intelligence!"

The big man was almost sticking to the guard's face, and the smell of blood and stench made the guard frown.

The guard was hesitant about what he heard, so he said

"Wait a moment, I'll go up and report."

But what he didn't expect was that just after he finished speaking, the wounded person who was dying on the big man's back suddenly screamed loudly. The sound was so shrill that if you didn't know, you would think she was suffering some kind of torture.

"You can't afford her death!"

As the big man spoke, he pulled out the nameplate representing his identity from his clothes and smashed it directly on the guard's face.

"We are from the 67th Regiment's reconnaissance team. We have discovered the enemy's secret weapons on the mountain. If you don't get out of the way, you will bear all the consequences!"

Having said that, how dare the guard block the way? Dereliction of duty and losing the fighter plane are both crimes. He didn't even dare to look at the nameplate thrown to him twice, and stuffed it back into the other party's pocket.

He changed his Sima face and said with a smile

"Why is it that serious? Please bear with me. It is my duty as a brother. Please go in quickly. It will be bad if the treatment is delayed."

The big man didn't even bother to look at him and rushed in with the person on his back.

After watching the big man board the mobile warship, the guard spat on the ground.

"Why are you so arrogant? Why didn't I blow you to death too?"

His tone was sour. Useful intelligence would be a great achievement, not to mention that this was a rare opportunity to gain military merit.

But the big man could not hear it. He walked quickly in the corridor of the mobile battleship, climbing up floor by floor, but his steps were getting slower and slower. Later, he simply found an empty corner and crawled in.

"Let go quickly, or you'll strangle me to death!"

The wounded man on his back had his hands wrapped around his neck and was unconscious. He didn't know what was going on and thought he was talking to a ghost.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Petrova, let go!"

The big man's voice became smaller and smaller, and his face began to turn green.

Hearing his begging voice, the wounded man on his back raised his head slightly.

"Why didn't you know you were wrong when you pinched me just now?"

The person who had been hiding under the messy hair was Petrova, who was once a member of the Snow Monster Team, and the one carrying her was also Big Bear.

"That was just to trick that guy, there's nothing we can do about it!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but as soon as he said it, Petrova used her arms even harder.

Big Bear called out

"It's going to break! It's going to break! I won't dare to do it next time!"

"You pinched me with much more force just now. If it weren't for the mission, I really want to strangle you to death right here!"

Petrova cursed before letting go, rubbing her thigh unhappily.

A leg appeared from the empty calf trouser leg as if by magic.

Big Bear took a deep breath of fresh air, and after catching his breath, he touched his neck. This woman has the same temper as his elder sister.

"Hurry up and finish the task. It would be embarrassing if others finish before us."

They have a lot of actions this time.

There are only two purposes.

.........

Tallulah looked at the three-dimensional projection of the battle line of more than twenty high-speed warships and said

"We can't fire directly at a high-speed warship. If we accidentally injure the inner guard and cause him to lose control, the trouble may be greater than using a nuclear bomb."

"We only know that Duke Baikal notified the Internal Guards, but we haven't found any trace of them, so we must first find out where the Internal Guards are before we can take action."

On that projection, there were more than twenty green bright spots approaching or already entering the mobile battleship.

"And their army this time numbered approximately 260,000. We must annihilate them all or capture them. We cannot let them go."

Ursus may be feudal, but the will and discipline of the regular army are not too bad. Even if they are defeated, they will still reorganize spontaneously. As long as Ursus gathers them again, they can form new combat power.

The same goes for high-speed warships, none of them can be let go. The second goal is to paralyze their engines while searching for clues about the internal security.

The battle plan this time was to use the 20,000 prisoners of war to pin down all 260,000 troops here, giving them a possibility of winning if they tried harder, thus buying time for those who were carrying out the mission.

As long as their mission is completed, the electromagnetic cannon will immediately open fire, sending all these people to death, and the rest will not be killed if they surrender.

Chapter 111: One barrier, two worlds.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the naval guns was deafening, and shells fell on the hillside like raindrops. The exploding flames and Originium fragments were all lethal weapons. This was not the small movable water pipe that Kolchak used at the time, but a serious fixed-point large-caliber artillery position.

The history of Terra's artillery development is relatively short and extremely uneven.

The artillery of Ursus inherited the consistent tradition of Ursus, emphasizing that great force can create miracles. The larger the caliber, the better, and the larger the shell, the better. The targets of these artillery are not humans, but the same high-speed warships and mobile cities.

It is a type of ancient muzzle-loading smoothbore cannon, and is fired by a sorcerer in the same ancient way.

It's just using one bomb to blow up another bomb.

And because the propellant is Originium, the operation risk is extremely high, and the user must undergo rigorous training. In addition, all Ursus troops will be equipped with masks to prevent inhaling excessive dust during combat and becoming infected.

The effect of the Originium explosion itself should be far less than the gas propulsion force of firing gunpowder, but under the control of the warlock, it can achieve an effect far exceeding that of a normal mortar, with a range of more than ten kilometers, and the shells can also be switched between solid shells and Originium shells.

Zhang Miao heard that their largest type of artillery was so large that a high-speed warship could only carry 2-3 guns, and it required more than ten warlocks to operate it at the same time, and its power was extremely great.

But they are of no use in this war.

The prisoners of war had never heard of this way of fighting. They all sat there in a daze, listening to the muffled sounds coming from their heads.

The two most common things they did in the labor camp in the past one or two years were plastering and digging holes. After a long time, they really gained some experience.

This comes in handy.