Chapter 485: Only My Unique Method Chapter 485: Clearing Operations Expand

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The machine cannon rattled "clack-clack-da-da" along the crumbling walls and broken ramparts, while the two helicopters in the rear adjusted their heading and swooped down along a line of fire.

"Look, heavy bombs." Chen Heng got excited first. Big guns and dreadnoughts are the industrial products old-era soldiers love most, second only to condoms.

Hazy explosions soared skyward.

Earth churned up amid red smoke and fire; denser rocks were thrown hundreds of meters, and enoki-mushroom-shaped smoke drifted on the horizon like mosquitoes stuck on cowhide.

Chen Yi saw a massive crater at least 10 meters deep and 20 meters wide — equivalent to a six-story old factory-mining building smashed into the ground.

He Qun made repeated "shh-shh" sounds and shouted on the public channel: "1,000-kilogram high-explosive bombs — truly good stuff. Would be even better if a big ship dropped them for us."

"Any survivors? Any at all?" Dai Adi obviously wasn't asking out of humanitarian concern, but the solicitous expression on his face would still stir beautiful wishes in people...

"I'll go check." Hu Yang summoned three assault troopers to form a skirmish attack formation with himself. Another two soldiers holding MG42 general-purpose machine guns occupied the commanding heights of the ruins, ready to provide support at any moment. The MG42 is also a WWII-era machine gun, but unlike the M2 Heavy Machine Gun, the German-made 7.62mm caliber machine gun is comparable to an assault rifle, with a rate of fire of fully 1,000 rounds per minute — twice that of the M2 — though its armor-piercing capability is considerably inferior. During the great war, it killed far more people than the M2 Heavy Machine Gun; there were German soldiers who used it to kill 1,800 men in a single day on a landing beach. However, because West Continent people have higher armor and physical toughness, several field companies still equip the M2 with bullets thicker than sniper rounds to ensure they can pierce armor and mounts in field battles. The newly purchased MG42s are mainly due to the expansion of the slave camps; Body Technique Warriors without armor have zero resistance before such shredders, so their effectiveness is naturally better.

Hu Yang glanced back, patted the sergeant's shoulder boards inside his jacket with his fist, and began searching forward.

The other two assault troopers re-deployed the heavy machine gun and fired a yellow signal flare; the remaining men began sapper-style digging, and one man was dispatched to the edge of the strike zone to link up with the armored vehicle fleet.

Eight helicopters switched to cover mode. Da Yang pressed his headphones and said in a low voice: "Hope these guys' bodies are tough enough — the bombs' power is too great."

"Their Fortress Master has Level 6 Body Technique. Sigh, just hope they weren't hit directly by the bombs." Dai Adi looked dejected and couldn't help adding: "The Helicopter Camp only cared about their own thrill — with no prisoners, how do we interrogate?"

Chen Yi, however, was quite satisfied with the helicopters' firepower. Pressing against Chen Heng's ear, he shouted: "Helicopter Camp performed well. I'll get you a Helicopter Regiment."

Super-saturated striking power is what the West Continent lacks most. If the helicopter force can maintain the standard just shown, Combat Skill Level Knights have almost no chance of survival — this point alone surpasses the armored force's combat power. Back when there were only a few Type 59 Tanks, Chen Yi was prepared at any time to abandon West River Water Fortress.

As of today, to ensure a steady stream of mine resources, he must do his utmost to guarantee West River City-State's safety.

"At least call it a Female Deer." Chen Heng couldn't control his volume, hand pressing the microphone, sounding crackle-crackle like a power outage: "The accurate name is Land Aviation Regiment."

"Right, that's the name." Chen Yi waved dismissively with a smile: "What matters is zero casualties. Actually Apaches and such aren't bad, just not easy to buy."

"Those are attack helicopters — can't carry assault troopers. The Female Deer is like an armored vehicle; the Apache is more like a tank." Chen Heng paused to think, then continued: "Ordering helicopters from Northern Industry might work — countries like the Sultan, with a little maneuvering, can divert six or seven tenths for their own use."

On the world equipment market, the highest profits have always been in heavy weapons like missiles, aircraft, and ships. Although in normal people's concepts arms trade should be strictly monitored, in reality, because arms trade often carries political nature, it is the hardest trade to monitor. There are over 200 countries and regions in the world, but fewer than 50 have complete arms industries and political stability; the remaining 150 countries all need to buy weapons in large quantities, trade weapons with each other, and resell weapons under economic pressure.

Countries buying Chinese weapons are mostly poor Third World nations, meaning their politics are even more unstable, more susceptible to temptation...

Chen Yi nodded slightly and said: "I'll see what can be done."

"Mm, we have better commonality with Soviet-system weapons. Later when we have more equipment, logistics support will be a problem. American equipment is too expensive and hard to maintain — ultimately we have to use our own." Chen Heng's implication was large-scale adoption of Domestic equipment.

If military personnel reach tens of thousands, this seems the best solution, and the officers and technical personnel in the troops are also more familiar with Domestic equipment.

Ever since witnessing the West Continent's marvels, Chen Heng's thinking underwent a huge transformation. Standing at the crossroads of an era, the old rules are no longer enough; the time has come to create something new.

"Armored force arriving." Da Yang knocked on the front window; the helicopters circled downward.

Yin Senjin drifted down with the plane, like a swallow in a storm — swift and unbridled.

"Clear the road, clear the road!" Sun Ruihe's voice came from the loudspeaker. Inside the Slave Town below, people kept walking out of their homes onto the streets. They gathered in one area, blocking traffic. It was both a spectacle and inevitably carried the sound of "foxes grieving when rabbits die."

Dai Adi, face flushed, suggested: "Let the helicopter unit strafe with machine guns — these soft-on-the-outside, hard-on-the-inside types will scatter instantly."

Chen Heng glared at him and said: "Sun Ruihe will handle it himself."

Dai Adi immediately dared not speak further.

After a while, crowds began appearing around the armored vehicle fleet.

This is a dangerous sign. Slaves are not allowed within 10 meters of soldiers, let alone in a wartime state.

The soldiers naturally manipulated their machine guns, muzzles constantly sweeping in all directions.

Slaves in the rear pressed forward, leaving those in front with no room to retreat.

Just as the situation further escalated, the lead Type 59 Tank suddenly swerved and crashed through the houses on the left with a thunderous roar.

The following tanks and armored vehicles immediately followed, continuously knocking down buildings as they advanced.

A few individuals blocked the tank's path and were crushed before they could resist. The bloody scene made the crowd increasingly restless, but ultimately no one moved.

After all, this isn't some civilian riot. All slaves come from prisoners of war — meaning from foreign ethnic groups and other nations. In the West Continent's political structure, massacring slaves may draw condemnation, but it occurs from time to time.

The fleet rapidly reached the blast zone. Armored trucks unloaded iron wire to form an isolation belt. Heavy machine gunners timely fired a burst of rounds, kicking up rings of dust on the ground.

"We found a few people, still have pulses. Continue searching. Withdraw in 10 minutes." Hu Yang looked at the gathering slaves, genuinely a bit uneasy.

Dai Adi ran down enthusiastically to identify identities. Chen Yi, Chen Heng, and the others all idled. For them, seeing the helicopter force's effectiveness was enough — the slave organization was merely a tool for display.

Ten minutes later, armored vehicles led the way, hauling corpses and prisoners away from the town.

At least 50,000 slaves gathered in the town's streets and open corners, displaying formidable strength.

Helicopters roared overhead from the sky. Many looked up. A group of 2-meter-tall strongmen gazed at them with arrogant defiance. This made both Chen Yi's and Chen Heng's faces darken.

"The mine is a safety hazard. Numbers must eventually be reduced to an appropriate level — perhaps 30,000 down to 5,000..." Chen Yi stopped mid-sentence, then after a moment added: "Training West Continent people to use machinery is no simple matter. Within two to three years, even borrowing trainees to operate machinery probably cannot replace manual labor."

Building a modernized mine isn't something money alone can smash into existence; otherwise China's small coal mines wouldn't still be using manual excavation methods.

Da Yang stared below for half a day, then suddenly said: "I have an idea."

"Mm?"

"We've already established individual slave files. We can cross-reference them with the aerial photos and footage just taken. Anyone who appeared on the streets, anyone who blocked the armored vehicles' path — all can be dealt with."

"Tens of thousands of people — how to deal with them?"

Da Yang coughed once, closed the comms, and said: "The Iyar High Priest sends two to five thousand slaves every month. We can hand these slaves over to him, send them to the God Temple Battlefield — he doesn't care if they resist."

Without comms, only Chen Yi's hearing could catch his words.

After a brief pause, Chen Yi gave a slight nod.

"I'll handle it personally." Da Yang reopened the comms.

Back at West River City-State, Da Yang immediately assembled personnel to conduct the cross-referencing, listed all the numbered faces from the aerial footage, and then handed them over to Chen Heng.

"How do you plan to proceed?" Chen Yi found Yi Yaer and worked in the small conference hall simultaneously.

"Announce the West River City-State alert, summon the reservists." Chen Heng continued explaining: "All Earthlings on the West Continent are under 50 years old, adults who have undergone at least one military training; if fully mobilized, the quantity is 13,000."

Liu Xinyu asked directly: "Is it necessary?"

"Not necessary for this operation, may cause losses. But we will always have a time to use reservists; this is an opportunity to test them. If they can't even deal with unarmed slaves, then we must reconsider the existence value of reservists. The West Continent and Earth are different; people here have stronger physical qualities; what we have are only advanced weapons, so whether Earth's experience can be replicated on the West Continent, we need to prove."

Liu Xinyu looked at Chen Yi.

After a moment of silence, Chen Yi agreed: "I approve."

The loudspeakers of the West River City Fortress immediately sounded.

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