Chapter 385: Only I Have the Unique Law Chapter 385: Resource Era (8)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The island in the lake was essentially a peninsula, with a patch of low-lying shrubs and a small amount of swamp connecting it to the land, five kilometers from the nearest simple highway. This road, which the men of Ma La found magical, was easily widened with the cooperation of bulldozers and armored vehicles, allowing the convoy to drive straight to Shenqi Mountain.

Hong Bi had to thank the Infrastructure Team's engineering; it was they who organized skilled workers overnight to open the road, enabling the forces above and below the mountain to form a pincer movement. Don't look at it as just a squad of soldiers—they could have heavy equipment providing crossfire, and even cavalry would find it difficult to complete a charge.

But the alien mercenaries did not understand the tactical concepts of modern warfare. In the world of cold weapons, neat formations, indomitable will, and the courage to kill the enemy were the elements of victory. All projectile weapons were paper tigers, not to be taken seriously. So they charged bravely and happily, like young men going to kill pigs and eat meat.

When Hong Bi's fingers went numb with tension, Class Monitor 3 personally climbed onto the platoon leader's armored vehicle turret, directing the driver below to stop it on a small hill where the gentle slope could be seen, then gently pulled the safety.

"250 meters."

"220 meters."

"200 meters."

The soldier operating the heavy machine gun on another armored vehicle was reporting the distance. Squad 3 had eight people in total, could operate four heavy machine guns, and hid in modified 30-millimeter turrets, with strong firepower and defense.

Class Monitor "Shang Fei" yanked hard, his whole body instinctively sitting back a step, while the Big Poison Snake without hesitation spat out orange-yellow flames.

The exploding flames quickly engulfed the preset battlefield.

The 25mm machine cannon, facing light-armored or even unarmored infantry, was as powerful as the Grim Reaper's scythe. A two-hundred-person squad was instantly reduced to fragments, with the charge lasting less than ten seconds.

The Big Poison Snake's dull muzzle report and the crisp sound of chambering a round made Class Monitor 3 unable to resist falling into the joy of firing.

Humans do not loathe war; humans loathe only death.

If only the enemy dies, then the joy of war surpasses love.

Life is precious, love is more valuable, but for the sake of victory, both can be cast aside.

The gentle slope was blown into pits and craters; of the two-hundred-person formation, not one in ten remained. Unarmored light infantry, no matter how strong their bodies, could not face such cruel rapid-fire weapons. They were like two hundred prisoners awaiting rape, with a hundred and ninety executioners—who could escape depended entirely on luck—if everyone's luck was very bad, and ten executioners were in good body and spirit, willing to come once more, then no one could escape.

"Save ammunition... the platoon leader told you to save ammunition." Squad 3's deputy class monitor roared. He held a walkie-talkie in his hand, repeating the shout.

Shang Fei at least played for another half minute before slowly releasing his fingers.

The appearance of the gentle slope was almost completely changed.

Blood water soaked the ground, with very little liquid flowing; it didn't flow far before being absorbed by the small grass on the road.

The power of the machine cannon surprised both sides.

Hong Bi was surprised by the aliens' recklessness, charging straight ahead, always with only the possibility of being killed. The aliens were surprised by their own losses. If two hundred people died in a battle, the money given by the employer would not be considered much.

Two "pop-pop" gunshots woke the commanders of both sides.

That was an alien who had survived the bombardment, wanting to escape the battlefield, and was shot dead from the side by an automatic rifle.

Now, the eleven or twelve surviving aliens all lay on the ground, not daring to tremble for a moment.

The alien commander was a small, dark-skinned man, his muscles all over emitting a cold aura, as if he had brought a glacier to the tropics.

He involuntarily turned his attention to the armored vehicle fleet below the mountain.

"Hua, go see if there's a mage."

Hua was a dull-witted alien, twice the height and four times the width of the leader, looking at first glance like a horse walking upright. He had no mount, holding a small round shield, and ran so fast he was even faster than a horse.

This was at least the level of body technique 9, possibly mobilizing battle qi.

The Automatic Rifles on the ridge and at the foot of the mountain had found him, and the Heavy Machine Gun fired off a three-round burst from time to time. The burly Hwa either blocked with his round shield or simply ignored them, successfully crossing half the field.

The "pop-pop" of bullets piercing the ground gave a sense of helplessness; Hong Bi quietly raised the anti-tank missile and put the crosshairs on Hua.

The latter, clueless, ran halfway, then picked up a large rock he had already spotted, using inertia to throw it hard.

The rock weighed about fifty jin, accurately smashing into an armored truck.

Penetrated!

"Can't save it!" Hong Bi thought, then pressed the electronic launch key.

A Milan anti-tank missile, like a bundled box of RMB, steadily struck Hua.

Exploded!

The rising red was unknown whether firelight or blood; the "boom-boom-boom" explosion made the soldiers of the Native Squad cheer joyfully, while the alien mercenary leader jumped up in surprise: "A mage? Is there a mage there?"

"Not a mage. I heard the people of West River Water Fortress have very powerful weapons; I didn't expect it to be true." Speaking was a strangely white fellow, with a similarly thin small body, only half the height of a normal alien, thus even thinner than the small-statured Black Leader. He touched his protruding buck teeth, speaking like sawing wood.

The Black Leader leapt up, waving fists half the size of a normal person's: "You knew they had powerful weapons; why didn't you say so before?"

The white fellow laughed, one hand touching his buck teeth: "If I had said, how would we earn such a large mercenary fee?"

"The fee is a lot. Ahahaha." The Black Leader laughed like a burnt eggplant, obviously not sorting out the logic, too lazy to think more, waving a hand: "Whether they are powerful weapons or Divine Art Knights, we'll kill the miners... first charge down the mountain."

A two-hundred-person squad didn't know the situation; seeing him wave, they raised shields and ran down.

"Wait." The White Leader grabbed the Black Leader's shoulder, asking: "Divine Art Knight? What Divine Art Knight? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I heard there is, don't know if there is; didn't you also not tell me about the powerful weapons?" The Black Leader glared, looking like a parrot-plastic-surgery pirate.

The White Leader flew into a rage, saying: "Weapons are a small matter; Divine Art Knight, what is a Divine Art Knight? Can't your long-muscled head think?"

Once they started scolding, the aliens' thoughts went haywire; the Black Leader excitedly scolded: "Your long-toothed head."

"My teeth can crush your muscles, idiot!"

"Okay okay, come crush me then, white ball."

As the two leaders quarreled, the heavy machine guns at both ends of the battlefield sounded again with "clank-clank-clank".

All twelve heavy machine guns opened fire; crossfire seemed to hammer the ground.

Flames burned on the battlefield; a smell of roasted meat and grilled blood floated in the air.

Gunfire stopped in an instant.

The new recruits looked around happily; these two sniper strikes lifted their spirits, their trembling hands steadied, at least Upper Management said stop and it stopped.

Heavy machine guns and machine cannons fired thousands of bullets and shells in a short time, leaving the chargers absolutely no chance of survival. Especially after the shift, the machine guns on the flank were simply like rats gnawing meat, cutting men down slice by slice.

"Wiped out." Another squad's leader sounded a bit schadenfreude.

The dark-skinned alien leader froze for a moment, then said coldly, "You, continue the attack."

The White Leader opposed: "400 dead, we'll be in the red. Fall back."

"Falling back means a loss of 800, idiot."

With the Black Leader putting it that way, the self-styled clever White Leader couldn't explain for a moment, and actually acquiesced.

That squad leader looked left, looked right, finally realized he was the one who had to go onto the battlefield, and his face instantly fell into a wailing grimace.

Alien soldiers like war, but not dying for nothing.

"Hurry up!" Though the Black Leader was only half the size of an ordinary soldier, when he glared with pupils twice as large, no one dared disobey.

So 400 alien soldiers roared and charged forward to attack.

Out of fear of the machine cannons, they split into two parts, respectively rushing the two flanks.

Hong Bi kept shouting into the walkie-talkie: "Wait for them to get closer, a little closer."

At a distance of 800 meters, the heavy machine guns still opened sweeping fire.

Fear of death isn't something you can just talk away; maybe after this battle ends, the surviving soldiers will be able to hold their fire.

In fact, the moment the first shot rang out, Hong Bi also squeezed the trigger tight.

Who isn't afraid of death.

All heavy machine guns began frantic sweeping fire.

If it were the standard veteran three-round burst "da-da-da, da-da-da" rate of fire, a 200-round belt would last 3 minutes. But when alien mercenaries surged up wave after wave, a 200-round belt wouldn't even last 1 minute.

Good thing they had many ammo boxes; each machine gun had a basic load of 4500 rounds, enough for use. Even so, the battle was far more difficult than Hong Bi had anticipated.

Once the enemy charges up, the tiny native squad would be instantly drowned.

Just one enemy!

The dark-skinned alien leader kept waving his hand, and more alien soldiers surged up.

His manpower wasn't just 2000 men.

For the alien mercenary army, as long as there's money and pay, they can recruit soldiers, then casually promote a few to petty leaders, and a wild boar charge is all it takes.

In the days the Black Leader and White Leader partnered up, they basically just made money.

Soldiers were constantly harvested, soldiers constantly replenished.

At the three gates atop Magical Mountain, two Ma La nobles watched the battle below.

They were respectively Elder Council Chairman Gasa Ye and Slave Camp Official Caldwell. While other nobles and knights were fighting desperately on the Temple War front line, the two of them finally managed to carve out time to come carefully observe Ma La's greatest enemy.

—The West River Water Fortress army. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian. com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)