Chapter 1003 - 46: Otherworld Coalition Army, Materialization of Extinction (Double-Length) (3)

Maybe the accuracy is lacking, but the weapon caliber and destructive power are immense!

"Hold on, we’re going to..."

"Wait! Follow that guy!"

Hansen hurriedly stopped the driver from following those Night City maniacs who kept dying, and instead pointed to where the Titan disappeared, then shouted:

"The ammo for that thing can’t be unlimited!"

The Latovia soldiers quickly responded, pointing at the armored transport vehicle crashed against the metal factory wall not far away—

Titan’s energy and ammunition aren’t infinite, so it requires logistics support. This battle has wagered everything, communications were cut off early on, everything is chaotic, and logistics need to risk everything to rush forward to ensure Titan gets its ammunition.

Hansen saw that vehicle and had already forgotten about those scattered Night City desperadoes, his mind entirely on the Titan’s combat posture:

He is a commander, leading a group of soldiers with outstanding professionalism to win the battle is a kind of enjoyment.

"Go over there!"

The Latovia soldiers didn’t hesitate either, the vehicle started and headed towards the factory the Titan had charged into—

Just when Hansen thought this was the second core of the war apart from V, or that thing was designed for Jack as a heavy unit, a lightweight Polar Star Titan suddenly flew up not far away!

Hansen widened his eyes—in fact, the robot’s visual sensors frantically flashed lights:

That thing...can actually fly!

Polar Star hovered in the air, and overwhelming missiles blasted the entire metal street of machine soldiers, while the plasma sniper rifle in its hand directly pierced through the factory!

Hansen was further shaken, and his doubts deepened:

Creating so many Titans, something Night City couldn’t pull off, was this amusing?!

But he knew what he had to do at this moment: cooperating with Titan’s task was crucial!

Bam—

A combat robot stood up in the troop carrier, clearly another Night City person had hooked into the battlefield. Before this person understood the situation, Hansen’s big hand pressed him back into the seat:

"Stop rushing blindly, drive the vehicle, follow the orders!"

"Who the hell are you..."

Hansen’s face darkened: unlucky, clearly caught the outsourcing team of Night City’s NCPD.

"Who am I? I’m your commander! If you don’t follow orders, I’ll have someone disconnect your cables right now!"

This threat was quite effective: Lille had high expectations for this training, the central control system for the training would record combat performance, and through a reward system, give some material rewards to those who perform well.

Compared to a soldier’s salary, this no doubt was lower, but for Night City folks, this job was like playing a game, one with thrills akin to those in Black Superdream.

With the Euro rapidly devaluing and the financial system in turmoil right now, getting some food directly from the municipality was much more practical.

So this eager young fellow decisively gave up the idea of running around like a cyberpsycho and simply waited to drive—

But soon on the road they saw something else:

Though the command system showed most people going in and out quickly, soon because of poor scores or the pressure of being overwhelmed were taken to the medical room, there were still some daredevils.

Like the Vortex Gang’s Brick driving a mighty combat robot, and his little buddy Jostar with a black coffin on his back—in this world, what Jostar carried was also a mecha setup.

Also the Wild Man King, leader of Animal Gang covered in premium bionic structures and artificial muscles, leading a group of likewise massive, hammer-wielding underlings attracting the most fire on the streets, absorbing the most bullets;

Using sharp blades, Tiger Claw Gang’s leader Maekawa, leading his crew on integrated motorcycles rampaging forward;

Swift-moving, using lightweight robots, Mox Gang’s leader Susan, and her gang fighting machine soldiers within the complex terrain of the factory;

The Six Street Gang’s leader, Sergeant, who already gathered a large troop orderly occupying positions providing fire support;

Valentino Gang voluntarily started unmanned vehicle, carving a bloody path with heavy machine guns and rocket launchers...

The scene was extraordinarily chaotic, within the chaos, Hansen sensed his fellows from Night City had begun adapting to this battlefield:

Even though this was a mechanical hell, they could win.

Thinking of this, Hansen suddenly laughed: looking down on his Night City fellows was one thing, but such diverse yet coordinated operations were akin to different units’ division in the army, weren’t they?

And his mission was to command these professional soldiers, supporting the Titan Robot that truly determined victory or defeat—

Boom!

A massive explosion occurred in the factory that Titan had charged into, under his directive, the ammo vehicle reached the location where Titan emerged, the pilot slightly surprised but without any delay, jumped directly out of Titan, seized batteries from the vehicle, and Titan reached into the vehicle for ammunition!

Ammo and energy replenishment were completed in an instant, before the machine soldiers could organize an interception, they were hit by Titan’s fierce assault!

"That’s it!"

Hansen punched the air forcefully, his mind already imagining: if they could trash endless machine soldiers here, fighting a company later would be as easy as turning his hand over?!

With this thought, he immediately walked in front of another robot about to start in the vehicle, yelling at the awakening soldier like a beginner’s tutorial NPC:

"Your task is to reclaim the driving rights of the vehicle up front, push forward with the convoy, got it, recruit!"

"Don’t just stand there dumbly, go carry out the mission now, grab this gun and head forward, the person beside you is responsible for transporting supplies from that damaged vehicle—"

"Get up! We’re at war, soldier!"

All robots in the vehicle plunged into combat, Hansen decisively shouted at the Latovia soldier at the main driver: "We need to change vehicles—"

Bam!

The vehicle suddenly stopped, Hansen was thrown harshly by the momentum, he raised his head wanting to berate the soldier, only to find the soldier raising his head with a trace of despair in his eyes...

So Hansen also raised his head, looking towards the sky:

He saw truly sky-covering machine soldiers crossing the blood-red sky...

Dense, overwhelming, metal forming a curtain advancing in the sky, dropping bombs and ground combat mechs—

As if "extinction" had been materialized, these machine soldiers were not war machines but entities of annihilation.

How are there still so many? Where did they come from?

Ordinary soldiers hard to be mecha pilots, just because their mindset would uncontrollably sway under extreme conditions, one person’s falter would have catastrophic effects, especially on a signal-void battlefield like this.

"They...are too many..."

Unless truly fearless people were there inspiring them, commanding them, suppressing their fears.

Bam!

Hansen kicked the soldier out—

Boom!

The soldier was blown away by the blast wave, when he climbed back up, he found the vehicle had been bombed to scrap metal, rescued by a robot.

A strange feeling: to be honest, the notion of "humans differ from machines" in Latovia people’s minds isn’t deeply ingrained, they’ve seen many AI, some even regard AI as humans.

Bam—

Before the soldier had figured it out, the troop carrier crashed on the roadside had its door kicked open—

Hansen switched bodies, also inflamed shouted at the soldier: "What are you idling for! I told you to change vehicles! Get over here to repair the vehicle! I’ll cover you!"

"Complete your task at all costs!"