Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Chernobyl's military supplies are limited, but they can still gather some.

"Who do you think I am!?"

With W's order, the aircraft began to disperse bombs.

With Ott's deliberate actions, the dropping of these bombs was in complete compliance with W's orders. Unexpectedly, but also reasonably, most of them landed smoothly near the Ursus armored vehicles.

Considering the errors caused by low-altitude flight, W's "intuition" is also terrifyingly accurate.

She is indeed suitable for this path.

Although she still lacked systematic mathematical training, this talent itself was enough to pave a path for her to become a general despite being a "mediocre" one.

Ott stopped in front of the medical department.

Warfare is the oldest art of mankind.

Individuals with exceptional command abilities can often achieve extraordinary and unconventional results. However, not everyone has this talent.

W lacked such talent in large-scale military operations and strategic command, but she made up for it with her mathematical talent.

These experimental, demagical equipment absorbed a significant amount of heat upon detonation. A thick, biting fog also formed as the frost bombs exploded. Through the mist, the soldiers began an orderly retreat.

"Why did their convoy separate?" W asked in confusion, but the commander at hand did not hesitate at all.

"Several freeze bombs landed directly on the car," Ott explained. "It's likely that key components were damaged by the freezing, causing the car's speed to decrease."

The armored vehicles this remnant of the army had plundered from Qie City weren't specifically designed for breakthroughs. Furthermore, due to the influence of the powerful society, the use of armor in Terra's wars had yet to be fully developed.

There was not even a "serious disconnect" between the enemy captain's infantry and armor. After all, there was no intention of coordination from the beginning.

After the armor broke through the thick fog and occupied the previous position of the Midwinter Soldiers, it finally locked onto the enemy warlocks in the car and began to burn blue bars to drive the Originium artillery towards the "fleeing" soldiers.

There were bursts of muffled sounds that continued incessantly.

"I've been wanting to play with this mine for a long time!" W cheered happily, "This psychopathic interference mine is great!"

These were mines originally intended to be used against the Patriots, and this was actually one of the battlefields Otto had originally planned. After using the despicable and shameless "daughter" tactic to temporarily lure the Patriots aboard, these mines were moved here.

As the warlocks inside the vehicles fainted, the armored vehicles began to move in Brownian motion. A few skilled warlocks had already pushed the Originium artillery to its final stage, and their own fainting only caused the artillery fire to lose control.

Staff Launches staffs.

Bang!

The Originium ammunition ignited a wisp of fire at the muzzle and blasted out endlessly.

The probability of these shells hitting any valuable targets while doing Brownian motion with the armored vehicles is very small. However, occasionally there will be a small probability event on the battlefield - a few shells destroying several other armored vehicles.

"..."

This has no educational value, right?

Can luck be learned? Can it be taught?

Ott even had the urge to stop.

However, think about it from another angle: if W is allowed to stand out as a super soldier, then with her dropping bombs from the sky, these armored vehicles will have no chance of showing up at all.

Chapter 185: Bringing the Bears Together

"Dr. Ott..."

Seeing Otto's arrival, Frost Star, who had been waiting at the door of the operating room for a long time, couldn't help but call him.

"Don't worry, we chose the option with the highest error tolerance," Ott reassured him. "Even if the operation fails completely, he will only lose the opportunity to participate in the battle."

Then, he immediately started to show his low emotional intelligence: "Look at it from another angle. If this operation fails, then Bozhukasti will not have the opportunity to kill Tallulah while he is recovering."

"They're all good..."

All good things!

win!

Amiya immediately jumped into Ott's arms, put one arm around Ott's neck, and blocked his mouth with the other hand.

"Ahahahaha..." The little rabbit laughed awkwardly and said, "Mr. Bozhukasti's operation is not dangerous. I think that's what Doc Otter means, right?"

She seemed to be afraid that Otto would talk nonsense again, so she patted Otto's back with the hand that was used to stabilize herself.

Looking at Amiya's blinking eyes, Otto nodded slowly.

The little rabbit breathed a sigh of relief, moved his little hands away, and jumped out of Otto's arms.

"Amiya."

"Eh?"

"Your weight is a little too low, which is not healthy."

When the little rabbit jumped into Otto's arms, her pelvis felt a little uncomfortable.

"..." Amiya blushed.

That’s too bad! You should stare at him!

The little rabbit glared at Otto angrily.

She wanted to say something like "I'm fat in the right places," but that wasn't very convincing.

"You should eat more on weekdays." Ignoring Amiya's blushing face, Otto then looked at the silent girl on the other side... the girl of cold sandalwood.

After realizing that his "fellow patient" was actually the legendary Wendigo from the Northern Front, rather than an ordinary Ursus soldier, Han Tan's attitude took a 180-degree turn.

Perhaps it was the comradeship that came from "being in the same trench" in a broad sense, or perhaps it was out of admiration for the hero... When Bozhukasti entered the operating room in reality, Hantan also came specially.

Honestly speaking, the scene at the door, where it seemed like the Patriot was at a critical moment of life and death, with all kinds of people rushing to see the Patriot for the last time... was a bit out of place.

Ott shook his head.

However, we can't blame them entirely.

For them, surgery to replace most of their internal organs is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous operation. Its success rate is not only negligible, but also zero!

Even Frost Star... Although she had personally experienced the fate of reconstructing this wheelchair, her past common sense, deep-rooted worldview and concern for her old father still made her feel confused.

What about those who are unaware of the power that reshapes destiny?

"Get out of the way."

Surprisingly, the guerrillas obeyed Ott's orders and moved away silently.

Watching Otto and others walk into the cubicle in front of the operating room and watching the door slowly close, whether it was Frost Star, the guerrillas, the Snow Monster Squad or Han Tan, who was somewhat of a "passerby", they all felt even more anxious.

After officially entering the operating room, Kal'tsit said, "Your plan isn't difficult at all. It's all basic, repetitive work, but..."

On the other side, at the Sarkaz mercenaries' location, it was almost dawn, with a little light leaking out from the end of the horizon.

"...But this is pure torture!" Inès struggled to hold her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked around at the reserve troops, who were also sprawled on the ground. To cope with these low-intensity attacks during the night, the two of them had divided the defense into three shifts, with two shifts of mercenaries simultaneously responsible for defense and taking turns resting.

Obviously, this wasn't a pleasant experience, but that was the way it was on the front lines, where even a hot meal was often a luxury. This "world's most fun game," with very little adrenaline, consisted of long marches, boots soaked in dirty water, and swollen calves.

After intentionally abandoning the group army as a pawn in a desperate bid for survival, the infected instigated by "Tallulah" lacked sufficient military proficiency and were thankful to be able to surround the Sarkaz. They simply couldn't withstand Hedley's crossfire, forcing the mercenaries to engage in close combat. This only resulted in their own casualties piling up unnecessarily.

However, the pitch-black environment and the frenzy whipped up by "Tallulah" prevented them from realizing that they were being beaten to a pulp... until their vision gradually cleared.

As a result, these masked thugs who committed numerous crimes in the Checheng incident, like monsters reborn in the darkness, collapsed in morale in broad daylight and began to flee.

"Pfft!" A centurion spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with the smell of earth, "It's finally fucking broken apart!"

Hedley stared at the masked thugs who were gradually fleeing, stared for a while, and then ordered the mercenaries: "Rotate and rest!"

"Team Two! Have you rested enough? Follow me! Clean up the battlefield!" Ines kicked impatiently, "waking up" a half-grown child who was still snoozing.

Leading mercenaries, especially mercenaries like the Sarkaz, is particularly difficult: they never believe in the vision of the future, and if they are not allowed to take what is in front of them, they will cause trouble in minutes.

Even now, the rotation to rest and let another team collect the spoils had to be based on Hedley's prestige and credibility. If it was someone as greedy as Garson, the mercenaries would not believe that he would distribute the spoils fairly!

"Don't you want to rest for a while?" Inès yawned and stood beside Hedley.

The wild historian was a little slow to react.

He stared at the seemingly immovable walls of the core city and said, "She hasn't shown up yet, so she must have escaped in another direction."

"...Isn't it a good thing that he doesn't have to be a target?"

"Speaking of which, where do you think Kingslayer, Bonebreaker, and their troops... went?" Hedley suddenly asked, "Ott's plan seems to have completely ignored them."

"That's indeed a problem." Inès also perked up.

If things go wrong, they might be the ones to run into this group of people.

Longmen Office.

"Ms. Natasha, are you sure?"

Di Ling sat upright, his eyes looking up from the fabricated resume.

Misha smiled brightly: "At this point, there's no need to call me by that name, right?"

"...Ms. Misha." Di Ling changed his tone and said, "Even if you want to work for us, there is no need to apply for field work."

Little Bear shook her head and said, "I have things that can only be accomplished through field work."

The earth spirit wanted to continue asking, but she was suddenly stunned and then sighed.

After a moment, she spoke emotionlessly, "Let me reiterate: We work, and our salaries are relatively high, but operators attached to the ship can only spend money offline when docked. Online mail-order shopping opportunities are limited and the premium is high. Long-term field operators also have irregular paydays, which are limited by information communication conditions."

"Working hours are not fixed. Under normal conditions, the working hours range from eight to sixty-four hours a day." Ott nonchalantly spoke of something that transcended the realm of shady companies.

"The workplace is diverse, and in some cases, the conditions are harsh, the environment is hostile, filled with unprovoked violence, racial discrimination and vented hatred. In the most extreme cases, if you meet with misfortune, even your body cannot be recovered."

"The work content varies, including but not limited to indoor hydroponic farming, battlefield frontline first aid, sewer cleaning, subversion/counter-subversion of national regimes, and refugee search and rescue."

"You feel little sense of achievement from your work. Only like-minded people can understand your actions, and even honors are hard to gain recognition from the outside world. Rather, a considerable number of people will point fingers at you behind your back, doubting your intelligence and mental state."

Misha's shoulders trembled. "Thank you. I'm not so nervous anymore."

“…” Caprini bridged her hands to cover her delicate chin, pretending not to hear anything.

Under Ott's deliberate action, his square goat eyes flashed with a devilish brilliance: "Even so, do you want to join my field department?"

Misha took a deep breath and repeated, "Well, I have things that can only be accomplished in the field."

Since the breakout from the city of Qie, Otto has been obsessed with the idea of everyone surviving and passing the level.

Although some unlucky guys inexplicably ran into the gun, his overall performance highlighted Rhodes Island's persistence in its own beliefs from another perspective.

Sometimes, being an enemy makes one more able to appreciate the weight and value of this kind of "persistence" - for example, after realizing that Misha had been protected by Rhodes Island, Broken Bones chose to let go.

This decision wasn't immediate; he hadn't even realized there was something wrong with Tallulah. But... did he really want to drag his own blood into such an organization?

Even though a group of nice guys have already accepted her...

"Alex, what on earth did you hide from us?" The King Slayer sat down on the ground.

This is an abandoned mining base on the Longmen waterway.

Due to the relatively high concentration of Originium Dust and its lack of value, this place is rarely visited.

"...Actually, Misha is not needed."

"I've already guessed that." The Kingslayer looked up at the sky. "Even if I didn't know it before, I know it now."

"Tallulah lied to us," she said. "Stand up and look, lie flat on the ground and listen. The Core City is getting closer and closer, and we haven't even returned yet."

"No, maybe she just found the spare key..."

"A spare key for a spare key?" The Kingslayer choked him. "You left her at Rhodes Island, didn't you?"

"...Yeah." Broken Bone took off his gas mask, revealing a face that was almost identical to Misha's.

"I... hope she has a better life. Although Rhodes Island has different philosophies from ours, it might be a better fit for her."

"Maybe" was said in an affirmative tone.

Chapter 186 Dancing on Three Eggs

"What about Talulah? What about Reunion?" The Kingslayer was a little confused. "If we really destroy the Core City, what about the homes of the infected?"

"Let's go find the Captain!" Alex suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "The Captain... the Patriot must have a solution!"