I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

When Thomson and Negev rushed into the house to fight, they bandaged the wounds of the wounded on the first floor as best they could and left all medical facilities to these civilians. They could only do what they could do, and the mission time was very tight and they were not allowed to extend it.

It was time to call it a day. Team Negev and Team Thomson took control of the Congo drones, still hovering autonomously overhead. Using them for visibility, they raced towards the designated assembly point. The medical figures' backpacks were also empty, so they had no problem following behind the tactical figures.

Each team first turned off the loudspeakers on their puppets; they could be used to divert troops if necessary. The declaration that had echoed throughout the battle suddenly died down, leaving the air somewhat still.

[Palette Team, we've completed our mission. We can proceed to the extraction point.] Negev fired his remaining grenades as far as possible, confusing the incoming enemy reinforcements. He also occasionally activated signal jamming to further confuse the enemy.

The Palette team quickly gathered their forces. However, the Carcano sisters had difficulty evacuating. As they retreated, they recovered the Carcano team and used their own drones to disrupt the Congolese forces' operations.

After leaving behind a few puppets to cover their retreat and self-destruct, the Palette Team successfully confused the Congolese troops. These troops were bombed from beginning to end and were constantly attacked by drones. They had long lost the courage and ability to actively pursue.

The surveillance cameras in the city had been hacked by the humanoids long before the attack began. They were completely blind.

Now, these troops simply blindly opened fire wherever they thought there were enemies. Even if they did find a puppet hiding in an empty house, the humanoid figure could detonate it with a single thought, giving the Congolese troops a massive display of fireworks.

The two puppets carrying loudspeakers ran to a remote place, pressed a switch, and played Sun Yang's declaration of justice at the highest volume.

"Divine punishment! Coming! Sinners! Executed! The Griffin Divine Punishment Sect! Following God's will! Eliminate those who have committed the heinous crimes! We represent God's wrath! We are God's scourge!"

The strange but powerful sound echoed again. The puppet, carrying the speaker, ran quickly through the city.

73 Congo Campaign (End)

Most squad leaders immediately ordered their men to ignore the sound, believing it was a trap. However, a small number of soldiers had already been knocked unconscious by the various bullets and grenades.

When they heard the sound, they immediately became furious and ran towards the source of the sound, and could not be stopped.

But after all, the humanoids have stronger thrusters and body power, and the puppets run much faster than the infantry. The infantry can't catch up at all.

"Alpaca!! Shut up!! I'm going to kill you!!" Some Congolese infantrymen boarded nearby armored vehicles and raced through the streets of Kinshasa late at night.

Fortunately, in order to celebrate and prevent assassinations, the powerful people in the winery drove out all the people in the houses in the surrounding blocks, otherwise the puppet would have no way to deal with this group of people.

Although they had made rigorous preparations, facing an attack from elite humanoids beyond this era, this kind of preparation that only guarded against small-scale infiltration and sneak attacks was still insufficient.

"Sinners! Kneel down and repent! Accept judgment!"

"We are invulnerable! We have God's protection! We are invincible! We are God's messengers!"

The incomprehensible declaration was still ringing, providing the Congolese infantry with the accurate direction of attack.

The puppet poured some ammunition backwards and occasionally fired a smart grenade as it crossed the alley and came to another street.

The puppet climbed onto the second floor of a nearby bungalow and attempted to move along the roof, but was immediately fired upon by the machine guns of an armored vehicle in the distance. Its presence on the roof was still too conspicuous.

But the enemy's armored vehicle was still moving, and the accuracy of the rash firing was not good. The Congolese soldiers' hasty shooting did not hit the puppet.

After all, it was a moving shoot, and the target was far away and moving fast, so the bullets just flew into the air and missed. The soldier who fired the shot cursed and was slapped several times by his companions.

"Fuck your God! I am the messenger of the Alpaca!!" The Congolese troops could only curse at the air, otherwise the anger and resentment accumulated in their chests would definitely make them die.

The puppet leaped off the roof and ran deeper into the alley. The local Congolese soldiers, familiar with the route, planned to outflank the puppet in groups. But even if they did, the puppet could easily dispatch the poorly trained Congolese infantry with a few shots.

These infantrymen, in their fervor, seemed to have forgotten the strength of the enemy they faced. Even if they ran out of explosives, the puppets' IMR submachine guns and the remaining ammunition would be enough to hold them back.

"We are the messengers of divine punishment! We are the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect! Accept judgment! Accept judgment!"

The sound echoed again, and the previously calm troops around them couldn't help but panic. They wanted to wait for further orders from their superiors, but no matter how hard they waited, they received no orders. The gunfire from the winery had stopped, and no matter how they looked at it, the battle there was over.

Although they were concerned about the situation at the winery, the Congolese soldiers could not sit idly by and watch these members of the Divine Punishment Cult, who were roaming around the city and preaching bizarre doctrines, become so annoying.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, these troops decided not to wait for orders from their superiors. Those with armored vehicles boarded, and the convoy split in two, with one heading toward the winery and the other speeding toward the sound.

The infantrymen who were not assigned vehicles began patrolling the entire city in groups of several, and would send out flares if they came across anything amiss.

The troops, having lost their superior command, did not end up running around like headless flies. Although the Congolese troops could not form a new headquarters nearby after losing contact with their superiors, they did know what to do in the face of the situation.

They inefficiently informed each other of the situation among the various defenders, and then decided what to do on their own.

So some of the remaining defenders went to the winery to find out the situation, some chased the puppets, and most of them split up into small groups and began searching the entire city for the enemy.

But their slow, city-wide search played into the dolls' hands. They retreated from the encirclement at breakneck speed. The sounds of gunfire and speeding vehicles faded away as the dolls fled under the cover of darkness.

Having shaken off the Congolese defense forces, the humanoids quickly arrived at a courtyard near the city's outskirts. Several jeeps of African appearance were parked there. In a small building adjacent to the courtyard, a reserve machine gun support team waited.

Sun Yang prepared them when he was afraid that the plan would fail and the humanoid team would be trapped.

If the three squads and the Carcano sisters failed to break out, this 25-man machine gun support team would drive deep into Kinshasa, kill all the enemies they saw, and then leave in another direction.

However, given that the current operation was going smoothly, there was no need for this team to be dispatched. After they saw the scheduled teams return, they immediately preheated and started the vehicle.

The area around the courtyard was completely silent, and no one dared to venture out. The fighting in the city center was so intense that they had no courage to venture out, and could only hide in their homes, hoping that the fighting would not spread to their area.

Each team quickly detonated the puppets moving outside, giving the Congolese pursuers a surprise.

Then their respective captains started their vehicles, and the vehicles carrying the humanoids and puppets sped down the road.

While speeding on the road, their backup drones and the stolen Congolese drones were flying in the distance, detecting the support troops rushing towards them.

From the Atlas convoy to the private armed forces of the powerful and wealthy businessmen, they were all heading towards Kinshasa in a mighty manner.

The figures drove directly into the fragrant green wilderness, bypassing the convoys speeding along the main road. They raced across the wasteland, heading southwest.

Heading southwest, you will soon reach the river in Congo.

The river is called the Congo River, and the country's rich natural resources depend entirely on this river.

The figures drove to the banks of the Congo River, where they searched for the commander's signal.

Sun Yang was waiting nearby. When he saw the humanoids return, he waved to them, welcoming their safe arrival.

"You're back! It's good that you're back! Let's not talk about anything else for now, let's go home quickly and leave here first." Sun Yang didn't say hello to his beloved humanoids, and quickly sent everyone back to the base and packed up the vehicles.

He immediately put on a specially made set of the thickest Jedi survival power armor, started the internal oxygen circulation, and then jumped into the Congo River.

After jumping into the river and moving along the current in the deep river, Sun Yang crushed the silver necklace he had prepared in his hand.

The silver necklace is a magical item that can be obtained in the Dark Souls world. Its effect is to transform yourself into something in the surrounding scene, that is, a mimicry item.

Sun Yang transformed himself into a long, wet wooden stick. After about ten minutes, he adjusted his posture and floated to the surface of the river.

In this way, Sun Yang moved on the Congo River for several hours, slid all the way to a shallow beach, and crawled into a hidden cave he had found in advance.

He lifted the illusion, took off his armor, erased his disguise, and put on a new one. Then he climbed up the cave entrance, pretending to be a hardworking fisherman nearby, and left this troubled place.

74 What Happened After the Battle

"...In a split second, TAR21 quickly released his megaphone-equipped puppet, slicing up the last remaining enemies. The scene was in complete chaos..."

Wu Zi sat on the sofa in the lounge area, surrounded by a group of humanoids, listening to her story with relish.

Although many of the T-dolls present had experienced countless battles, this was their first real battle since arriving in the New World. Furthermore, the first strike was against the capital of a small nation, a completely different feeling from before.

Of course, everyone originally wanted to ask about the battle situation of the 404th Squadron's equipment. However, because the 404th Squadron fought quickly and needed to act, there was really not much to talk about.

Most importantly, no one in Team 404 knew how to tell a story. When someone asked, their answers were exactly the same as in the combat briefing. It was pointless to ask.

Some humanoids are still reviewing their tactics, analyzing the oversights and omissions during the attack, as well as the shortcomings.

The most important problems are insufficient attack forces and inadequate intelligence work.

The Congolese transport of the machine guns failed to leave any information online, leading to a miscalculation by the intelligence personnel. During future reconnaissance missions, we must be mindful of potential evasive transport efforts, requiring on-the-ground observation.

In addition, the humanoids do lack weapons that can be carried by individual soldiers and can destroy long-range fortifications. Often, the enemy's firepower range is two or three thousand meters, and the humanoids need to deal a heavy blow to the enemy at this distance.

Several teams have submitted their requests to Oasis' R&D department, and Oasis will probably have an idea in a while.

During their break, Negev and Thomson briefly discussed the unexpected events that had occurred during the previous operation. The main point was that the previous tricky method of dealing with the machine guns would not work.

Tactics like this might work wonders once, but they won't work twice, and they definitely shouldn't be used a third time. After being beaten once, people become wary and won't dare use old tricks a second time.

If time allowed, they could split into two groups, with one group staying near the winery and the other turning back to support Palette Squad. Together, they were fully capable of taking out the nearby artillery units and bombarding the winery with their heavy firepower.

After the artillery bombardment, wait for the humanoids near the winery to suppress them with grenades, then follow up with the charge.

"But time doesn't allow it. The commander even specifically instructed us to pay attention to the time when the enemy summons Atlas. Oh my, I was looking forward to a battle that would completely crush all the enemies that came."

Negev clenched his fists passionately and punched the air repeatedly, as if he was still immersed in the previous battle.

"......" AK15, who was quietly listening in on the side and rarely appeared in the rest area, subconsciously clenched his fists.

Before her were the white water and thick-cut pickled fish slices that Springfield had brought her. The pickled fish slices were something she had been eating for a while, and once she got used to it, they tasted really good.

But today, AK15 suddenly lost her appetite. This was strange for her; eating large slices of pickled fish and combat training were her few hobbies. Other favorites included grilled fish with chives, fresh fish soup, fried fish skin, fish risotto... well, that seemed like a lot.

I shouldn't be in this state. It's not surprising that other humanoids are taking on combat responsibilities, nor is it surprising that they are discussing post-war summaries.

When I was out fighting, Griffin's humanoids were also on standby or out fighting, and everything was normal.

So the fact that I was on standby while others were out fighting was perfectly normal!

By the time AK15 reacted, the metal fork in her hand had been squeezed into a discus.

Calm down, calm down. If you have any questions, ask the commander directly. Don't hide them.

AK15 tore a hole in the discus and stuck it on the pickled fish slices, chewing them in big mouthfuls, while tentatively sending a call request to his commander.

[AK15? It's rare for you to call me.] Sun Yang on the other end quickly answered the call. There were many black people wandering around in the background, probably still active in Africa and not leaving.

"I'd like to ask why I'm not participating in this operation?" AK15 asked bluntly.

[Well, I have to explain this to you. AK15, you're my trump card.] Sun Yang, facing the painting, had an expression that said, "As I expected."

【Then why didn't I go to the crucial first battle? 】

Because I wanted the enemy to miscalculate our strength, I deliberately kept the best-equipped and most elite T-dolls out of the fight. If Xiao Ai had been there, the battle would have been cut in half. But doing so would have been like exposing my own trump card.

Sun Yang avoided the noisy crowd. He bought a local specialty kebab and hid near the alley entrance, eating while explaining.

[In this situation, it can still be said that the Congolese government is weak and has been defeated by terrorists. AK15, you may not know the history of this land.]

Here, groups that benefit and those that don't will fight each other for control of a country. Hiring powerful mercenaries to kill opposing leaders is commonplace. Indeed, a coup here is that simple. Winning the fight grants immediate control.

The slogans we sent people out back then were primarily intended to disrupt the enemy's morale and act as a smokescreen. A highly aggressive extremist religious organization either has its own agenda or a major financial backer fueling the flames.

Here, my disguised identity is to be the thugs of a certain force. Although we are covered with the skin of a fanatical religion, politicians will definitely judge us as thugs of a large force.

Those big countries certainly couldn't have imagined that someone, without any motivation, would actually go to another country's capital to start a fight and even bring down the leadership.

Most of the troops fighting the Negev suffered heavy casualties, and all cameras were hacked. In the chaos, no one can clearly explain what happened that night.

"Are there really less than a hundred attackers? Impossible. No one would think that's a hundred-man firepower. Even to save face, the estimated force strength would be inflated. In the darkness, how could anyone possibly count the enemy?"

Even if they guessed that a force of around 500 men stormed the winery, imagine how that many could infiltrate, armed with so much ammunition. The first people to be held accountable would undoubtedly be the Congolese border region, where everyone involved would be executed.

[And then? And that's probably how this matter ended. The report could easily have stated that a rebellion broke out within the garrison, that they colluded with foreign terrorist religious forces, and that they took advantage of the situation to kill the Congolese president and those in charge.]

"Those killed were all subdued by the garrison; the terrorists blew themselves up. Just write it like that. A new leadership group will take advantage of the chaos. By the time this is discovered, the real culprit will have disappeared."

"Commander, have you deduced this far?" AK15 asked.

[No, that's what the news said. I'm just repeating what the news said.]

Sun Yang adjusted the screen on his side to show the news being broadcast on the street TV next to him.

"...So, Commander, your idea is to hide your weakness?" AK15 was silent for two seconds and then decided to ask the question that was not on TV.

Yes, AK15, because your mission will be quite difficult. There are too many places in America that deserve to be destroyed, but the manpower we can mobilize is too small for this country.

"So you must deliver a fatal blow to the enemy... I dare not let your data leak out unless you are willing to take it easy and take your time."

"I understand. I can weaken myself before fighting. But I want to know when I can go all out." AK15 thought, "Just treat it as weight training."

First, Antonina and a large group of electronic warfare figures are using data streams to locate targets. Second, I need to ensure the signal in the combat zone is not blocked. This is crucial. Finally, we need Atlas to be strong enough to initiate a war with the United States. At least while we're disrupting the enemy from behind, Atlas needs to be able to coordinate the attack. Only after these three points are completed can we determine the time for the attack.

AK15 immediately went online to check Atlas's news. Congo's news topped the list.

After suffering the consequences of the rebellion, Congo disbanded its border defense forces and contracted the border defense mission to Atlas.

As long as we put the blame on a certain unit and disband it, the problem will be solved. The person who came up with this idea must be a well-known talent.

Of course, this approach is ridiculous, but for the country of Congo, it doesn't seem so ridiculous. Many poor and backward countries have all kinds of weird operations.

In Africa, defeating one group doesn't necessarily mean the next group will be good. They might even sell out their country faster than they take off their pants. Regardless, Atlas' power has indeed grown.

"In terms of individual combat skills, even Atlas's strongest soldiers aren't as strong as our humanoids. But you see, they can mobilize a large number of people, while we're short on numbers, and I have to rely on recruiting people. If all else fails, I'll just ask Ains for some food."

"Begging for food..." AK15 couldn't keep up with his commander's thoughts.

[Begging is a skill. After this operation, Brother Irons will notice Griffin's strength. If he's not stupid, he'll ask me for more resources.]

"That means we have to wait." AK15 summarized.

[Right, that's right... Oh, and by the way, our ammunition and other equipment have been standardized, all the best. So I plan to proceed with the next step of the weapon upgrade. We'll just swap out gear when we're ready for full-scale combat.]