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Seeing this, Iwamoto knew that such firepower, in terms of both density and accuracy, would hardly be able to shoot down anything flying in the sky, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. However, he quickly lost the patience to worry about others, because the Belken troops on the front line had abandoned their previous sluggish approach and launched an attack from both sides of the smoke. Clearly, this Belken squad didn't want to be caught in a pincer movement, intending to eliminate the ground threat first before dealing with the aerial problem. After all, the aircraft couldn't capture this key point, but the ground troops could retake it under air cover.
This roundabout approach brought them right back to Iwamoto's original plan. The two squads began to fight and run, leading the Belken team outwards. At that moment, a series of explosions came from the hub.
"What's going on? Was it the commando team's doing?" The old sergeant wasn't sure, but he didn't stop pulling back the bolt to eject the spent cartridge and reload.
“No, the assault team couldn’t have moved that fast.” Iwamoto was certain that this was the work of that mysterious machine; after all, there wasn’t even enough time for the assault team to break into the hub. Also interested in how that mysterious machine had managed to cause such a commotion, he boldly shifted his gaze from the enemy to the hub.
The delta-wing aircraft pulled back up, but instead of performing the vertical somersaults as before, it adjusted its direction by circling horizontally, just like the Belken, and launched another dive towards the ground. Iwamoto saw several long streaks of flame shoot out from under the triangular wings, which then triggered another explosion in the hub.
"Wow, this thing is way more powerful than a machine gun." He could almost imagine what kind of mess the other person would be made of by these things—after all, judging from the sound of the explosion, there was probably a lot of explosives inside.
"It seems the Belken in the hub can't spare any manpower to support this squad." Imagining the Belken's miserable state, Iwamoto suddenly realized this. He quickly weighed the combat strength of both sides and then a crazy idea popped into his head—his platoon could use this air raid to retake this transit hub! The Belken in the hub must have been bombed senseless and wrecked by the air raid. Even if this plane had to withdraw due to running out of ammunition, they would be afraid that it would launch a counterattack, which would inevitably divert a lot of their attention. At that time, he could launch a surprise attack from the ground and catch them off guard.
Feeling that his plan was promising, Iwamoto became excited and shouted at the old sergeant, "Plan changed! We're not going to stall anymore, we'll just wipe them out and then attack the hub! You take a few men to flank them, and I'll lead the rest to meet them head-on!"
"Understood!" The old sergeant didn't ask his intentions, immediately selecting a few men nearby who crouched low and moved away from the front line to the flanks. The remaining men, at Iwamoto's shout, stopped their retreating advance and lay prone, firing at the pursuing Belken soldiers. The prone firing position quickly suppressed the fatigue from running, allowing this volley to take down two Belken riflemen. The Belken soldiers didn't return fire; instead, they increased their speed, trying to use this opportunity to close the distance and even engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Unlike the Belken men who had already fixed their bayonets when they launched the pursuit, Iwamoto and his men still had their bayonets in scabbards at their waists. They also didn't have a penchant for sword fighting with men. Therefore, all they could do was increase their firepower—pull the trigger, grab the bolt, rotate and pull back, push forward and lower, pull the trigger again. Under the pressure of survival, this bolt-action rifle was fired like a semi-automatic rifle, and the bullets in the magazine were quickly all fired. Fortunately, the ammunition in the Elgin army's ammunition boxes was installed in stripper clips, which made their reloading speed much faster.
Volume 1: Chapter 129 (Chapter 115) - Rescuing the Prisoners
In fact, it wasn't just the Belken people who were stunned by this air raid; the Ergia members of the assault team were also completely bewildered.
Indeed, when the planes in the sky launched their attack at the beginning, they were just as excited. After all, what goes around comes around. Yesterday you bombed me, today I bomb you. This kind of behavior is usually quite exciting. But when those small, fiery objects exploded on the ground, sending the Belken people flying and crashing into each other, they felt something was wrong. The kill radius of these things seemed to be quite large. Could they have gotten their own people caught in the crossfire?
This was an opportunity that Iwamoto, who was roaring like a beast and pointing his gun at the Belken, had not considered. However, the commander of the assault team was not so foolish. He became somewhat uneasy, but looking at the delta-wing aircraft that was still raging in the sky, he hesitated whether to move up the time of the operation.
According to his initial plan, they would only begin infiltrating the hub after the air raid ended. By then, the Belken would be busy counting casualties and rescuing the wounded, and the supervision of prisoners would be less stringent, presenting a convenient opportunity. However, given the current situation, if the air raids continued at this intensity, their assault team could forget about rescuing anyone; the hostage rescue mission would essentially become a corpse collection mission. But he had no way to contact the delta-wing aircraft. The platoon's radio operator, burdened by carrying a radio, was positioned at a high vantage point along with another soldier. The radio and its corresponding codebook carried by the operator were of paramount strategic importance and absolutely could not fall into enemy hands. Therefore, Iwamoto did not assign the radio operator to combat missions but kept him in the relatively safe rear. If necessary, the accompanying infantry could directly escort the radio operator, Nigellu, to a safe location or help him maintain his dignity, thus preserving the secrets of the Kingdom of Elgia.
Moreover, even if he sent people to the high ground, there was still a problem in their way: unusual noise in the radio channel. Without solving this noise, they could do nothing.
Should they really move up the operation time, rescue the people, and run? The Belken are currently in chaos from the bombing, and probably won't have time to worry about the prisoners. In fact, their situational awareness within the hub is at its most vulnerable right now; the aerial threats and explosions will keep them preoccupied. The assault team commander was somewhat tempted. However, a problem stood in their way: recklessly entering friendly fire range without effective communication. This was tantamount to pulling a beard from the Grim Reaper's mouth. If they really wanted to experience "blue on blue" (friendly fire), they wouldn't bother with all this trouble. They could simply report their coordinates to command, telling them this was the Belken's assembly point, saving them the hassle of running around – convenient and accurate.
Whether to risk adding more bullets to the already devastating attack to rescue people or to pray for their own side, and whether to sneak in after the airstrike to collect the bodies or rescue people, the choice remained unresolved. The delta-wing aircraft, which had been raging at the Belken below for two rounds, seemed to have been completely drained. With only a few bullets left, the exhausted delta-wing aircraft shook its wings and left satisfied, leaving only a mess of Belken-chan on the ground.
"Let's go!" The squad commander was delighted to see this. The stamina of this delta-wing aircraft seemed to have some stamina issues. However, with such a fierce offensive, firing a little faster wouldn't hurt. In fact, it gave them a chance to get involved.
Just as he had thought, once the delta-wing aircraft had left after their exhilarating mission, the Belkens immediately began clearing out casualties to identify any gaps in the defensive line that needed to be filled. The defensive vacuum created by this mobilization was exactly what the assault team needed.
The assault team, silently infiltrating the hub through gaps in the defenses, split into three groups of three. One group ensured a safe retreat, while the second and third groups were responsible for entering the cells to rescue the prisoners. If the operation was exposed, the second group would be responsible for diverting the Belken soldiers, creating an opportunity for the third group and the prisoners to escape.
This corner where the Ergia prisoners of war were held was fortunately spared from the bombing. After the air raid, only two guards remained; the rest had been redeployed. The Ergia scout, approaching from the shadows, cleanly and swiftly plunged a dagger into the sentry's lung from behind, carefully covering his mouth and twisting the blade a few times to ensure there was no chance of survival before gently placing the body on the ground. The entire process was carried out without a sound.
"The keys are with them," the prisoner in the cell whispered, suppressing his inner elation.
"Are there other places holding our people here?" the squad commander asked after taking the key from the corpse and unlocking the door.
"These are the only brothers left alive," the officer who had just shown him the key replied somberly. He continued, "We have nine men left who can move, but one brother lost his leg in the explosion..."
"Find someone to carry him, hurry up and get out of here. We don't have much time. The Belkens could plug the gaps in the defenses at any moment, and then it'll be troublesome to get out." The squad leader pulled out his bayonet, cut the rope binding the man's wrists, and handed his pistol to the captain in front of him. The two Belken rifles on the ground were picked up by the newly liberated prisoners of war. He instructed one of his men, "Karl, leave some surprises for the Belken bastards. Second group, keep watch. The rest of you, help loosen the bindings."
“Oh, ba, I know best what Belken girls like~” The man called Karsan began to grope the two Belken corpses on the ground with great enthusiasm. In less than two minutes, he stood up, satisfied. Two hidden but deadly traps had been laid. Once the Belken soldiers moved the corpses, the metal plates, now deactivated and held in place only by their weight, would give these reckless Belken soldiers a real surprise.
"Good, we're retreating." The squad commander didn't relax just because they had rescued someone. He knew that as long as he hadn't left this hub, his group was still in danger and couldn't afford to relax for even a moment.
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Volume 1: Chapter 130 (Searching for the Source)
"Golden Eagle 2, evacuate Winchester." Despite the restrained firing, the rocket pods were already low on ammunition. After two or three rounds of attacks, they were completely empty, emptied like a gambler's pockets after leaving a casino. This sortie was supposed to be a reconnaissance flight, so the cannon pods on the fuselage had been removed. Apart from two R-3S rockets, only a pitiful number of rockets were available for ground attack.
Fortunately, this hub was the last stop on this reconnaissance flight. After completing the sweep, Golden Eagle 2 reported the ground situation and was ready to leave.
Over the past few hours, this situation has occurred several times over Fabanti. As these pilots report their findings and intelligence personnel quickly decode the information after the planes return to base, the fog of war that has been obscuring the Allied forces in Elgia-Amelia is gradually dissipating, and the actions of the Belken are becoming clearer.
Having grasped the current situation, although Rosetta remained worried, she was undoubtedly relieved. Despite the dire situation at the front, a third of their carefully prepared strongholds had fallen out of control, and half of the remaining strongholds were undergoing organized evacuation. The royal army had begun to regroup using the city's fortifications. As the front lines gradually contracted, the communication capabilities of each unit improved somewhat. With their communication capabilities restored, the royal army began to systematically resist the advance of the Belken forces. This phenomenon was more pronounced closer to the city. Due to these delays, the Belken's progress was slowed down. The plan to take advantage of the chaos to storm Fabanti and capture the capital had clearly entered a critical phase. If Elgia could hold out, the Belken would be dragged into a long and bloody urban battle.
"Davis, have you identified the source of those interferences?" Lu Wu suddenly asked in the command room.
“No, sir. This interference is very unusual, unlike anything we’ve experienced before,” Davis replied immediately. “Our experience and technology have been completely useless this time. I suspect things would be much better if a dedicated electronic warfare unit were here.”
This is so bizarre? Lu Wu suddenly had a feeling that there was something much more to this than met the eye. Although the people in the intelligence company weren't professional electronic warfare experts, they would definitely be among the top 100 talents on the Ense continent. Even they couldn't figure out the intricacies of this, so how did the Belken people manage to apply this new shipbuilding technology to actual combat?
Could it be that Belken's black technology is truly the best in the world? Just thinking about the endless black technologies of Belken on SR planet made Lu Wu's heart skip a beat. Damn it, the Belken people here shouldn't have come up with any kind of ultimate weapon with a Showa era flavor during World War I, right?
Lu Wu temporarily set aside this unfounded and irrational speculation and continued to ask, "Then, can you hack into that Belken communication frequency that you captured before?"
"Well, we can hack in, but the Belkens' communication encryption methods aren't as sophisticated as their electromagnetic interference methods. Even the Afghan army could probably break them. But if we just hack in like that, we won't get anything except a bunch of ambiguous pronouns. To figure out what these pronouns mean, we need to find a way to get our hands on the Belkens' codebook."
Getting hold of Belken's codebook is no easy task. Lu Wu isn't sure if there's a submarine nearby with the serial number I-124 or U-571. As for the Ergia... if they had Belken's codebook, would they have been so badly defeated by Belken?
“Alright, the first thing we need to do is find the source of the interference and destroy it. Only in this way can we restore the troops’ communication capabilities to the greatest extent possible. What kind of war can we fight if we can’t even guarantee communication?” Lu Wu forgot that the supreme commander of the Elgia Kingdom’s army, which couldn’t even guarantee its own communications, was right there in this command room. Only after he finished speaking did he belatedly realize that his words might have dealt a heavy blow to his ally’s morale.
"Davis, can you pinpoint where this jamming signal is coming from?" He continued casually, though the question was harsh, it was a fact. Not all armies are like the PLA, capable of resolutely carrying out missions even when communication with superiors and subordinates is unavailable. Especially with technological advancements, the controlled areas of each unit on the battlefield are expanding, increasing the distances between them, making communication increasingly crucial.
“It’s not a big problem. Our pilots have roughly determined the range of the interference. Given that this has never happened before, the Fabandi battlefield might be their test of this equipment.” Davis marked a large area on the map, and this interference zone almost encompassed the entire Fabandi region.
“Whether this is the first time for the Belkens or not, I bet this equipment is extremely valuable. If it falls into our hands, the Belkens will be furious.” Lu Wu’s gaze swept across the large area, and then he said, “Send the reconnaissance company up there. Let’s see how these Belkens are up to their old tricks.”
"Can a single reconnaissance company handle such a large area?" Davis frowned slightly.
"Judging from the size of the interference area, this couldn't have been created by a single device unless they built a tall tower in the center of the area, and that thing would have to be powerful enough, otherwise its coverage area wouldn't be this large," Yelena interjected.
"Have the pilot fly back here in two hours, through this interference zone, and have the reconnaissance company wait for orders here." Lu Wu pointed to a spot on the map, a bulge in a large interference zone. Based on the contour map, it could be ruled out that the bulge was formed due to the terrain. "Once it is confirmed that the interference zone still exists, and its location and size have not changed, the reconnaissance company will immediately deploy to the ground and begin searching the bulge."
"What happens after we find the source of the interference? Do we bring it back?"
“Bring it back.” Since Davis and the others said that this interference was very unusual, Lu Wu naturally asked them to bring back the source as much as possible for research. “But if that thing can’t be taken away, then destroy it. Whether it’s C4 or calling in an attack aircraft, restoring communication in the area is the top priority.”
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Regarding the updates during this period, let me explain. Because the company needs to meet the deadline for a project, I will be working overtime at home throughout the Spring Festival holiday, holding meetings every two days. I simply haven't had the time or energy to write. I will try my best to find some time to write. This situation may continue for about a month. I hope everyone understands.
Volume 1: Chapter 131 (Operation Bulge)
The salient was a high vantage point, and although its altitude wasn't high, the helicopters didn't approach rashly to avoid alerting the enemy. Instead, they dropped off the reconnaissance troops at a considerable distance. In fact, to avoid alerting the Belken people inside, the MiG-21PFMs sent to scout didn't even dare to fly too low.
After the last scout rappelled down the rope to the ground, the Mi-4 helicopter retrieved the rope and made its successful retreat without alerting the guards in the area.
Valerio's reconnaissance company, organized by platoon, spread out a net from the landing point, sweeping like a sieve from south to north. The increasingly strong interference in some communication channels confirmed that they were getting closer to the source of the interference.
After more than two hours of searching, Valerio finally pinpointed the approximate location of the source of the interference, which happened to be the center of the protrusion.
"Company commander, it's confirmed. The Belkens are on that small hill ahead. They've built a small camp on the top, with something that looks like a signal tower, but the style doesn't seem right," the scout reported back.
"What's wrong? Also, have you figured out their troop deployment and firing positions?"
"That thing of theirs, which looks like a signal tower, glows." The scout scratched his head and continued to describe the strange object: "In the middle is a peculiar cylindrical crystal that glows, and the outside is a strangely structured metal building. That thing is probably about ten meters tall. It's the only thing in the whole camp that looks like a jamming device, and I didn't see any exposed wires."
"The Belken devils have very few troops, just a platoon, but there are three big guys guarding that strange thing. They're a bit odd; they're wearing heavy armor, not their usual heavy and useless bulletproof breastplates, but brand new, high-end stuff. Three heavy machine guns, well-positioned, blocking the way up the mountain. Even for us, a direct assault wouldn't end well. Company commander, how about we call in a CAS (Air Force Operations Center) and wait for the air force to finish their sweeping before we go up?"
"Can't you be a little more dignified? You need to call for air support when facing a platoon? Where did you learn this bad habit? I bet you just want to slack off and leave early, right?" Valerio slapped the shameful guy's helmet. When faced with a problem, the first thing to think about is how to solve it most efficiently, not asking others for help. This method may be fast, but it easily leads to bad habits. What if you can't get support later? What are scouts? They are the elite of light infantry. What kind of logic is it to call for air support every time you see an enemy with fewer troops than your own?
"Don't you think it's not good to bring this thing back?" the scout said, shrinking back as he tried to explain.
Valerio's hand paused. What that bastard said didn't seem wrong; something tens of meters tall was indeed inconvenient to bring back. If you wanted to dismantle it, they weren't exactly technical experts; whether they could put it back together was another matter. If you didn't dismantle it, you'd have to figure out how to rip it out like unplugging a heatsink from an AMD platform, and then call in several helicopters to hoist it back. Hoisting it with multiple helicopters sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult. The Mi-4 helicopter's load capacity is a hurdle, since this thing is definitely heavy; maintaining close-packed flight while suspending a bunch of things is another technical hurdle for the pilots. These two hurdles combined greatly reduce the likelihood of success.
So, Ryu only has two options left: one is to blow it up on the spot and be done with it; the other is to call in the engineering corps and see if they have any good suggestions. Maybe they have some technology that can take this big stick back with them.
They can't just die, so if they want to take the second path, they'll have to take over this camp first.
What? You mean what about those three heavy machine guns blocking the entire mountain road? Isn't it easy to deal with these exposed, poorly protected firing positions? Snipers, rocket launchers, recoilless rifles, mortars—you name it!
In an instant, Valerio made up his mind—"Vasily, find a position and take out those firing points, then cover our attack. The rest of you split into two groups. The first and second platoons will attack from the front along the road, while the third platoon will climb up and flank them from behind, showing them what a fucking surprise is. Once the third platoon is in position, signal us. After Vasily makes his move, the first and second platoons will then attack. Understand?"
"Understood!" the commanders replied in hushed tones.
As the commanders dispersed to implement the battle plan to their respective squads, Valerio also began to move towards the front line, observing through binoculars the three unusually large men reported by the scouts and their mission objectives.
This gave Valerio a slight surprise. Perhaps still haunted by the Dauntless Warrior raid in northern Svorbella, the Belken men's armor design somehow reminded Valerio of water-cooled armor. He wondered if their firing techniques were similar to his own. However, perhaps due to the lack of bulletproof glass, their helmets were the classic knight's barrel helmet design, a single steel plate completely covering the head, with only a small slit for the eyes. And these giants weren't carrying the usual Belken standard weapons, but rather a completely new type of long spear with a very powerful caliber.
These three big guys practically tattooed the words "Come shoot me!" all over their bodies. ↑Zero#
“Vasily, I guess you’re good at opening cans.”
“Occasionally.” Despite still being on the move, Vasily’s voice maintained that calm, unwavering quality that lacked any Polish influence.
"After we take out those firing positions, could you please open those three tin cans?" Since the enemy had already marked him, it wouldn't be gentlemanly to let them down, so Valerio decided to cooperate with the big guy Belken's performance. "I guess you might need to use high-velocity armor-piercing rounds."
“Unless their metallurgical technology reaches our level, at this distance, their armor can only stop a standard 9mm pistol bullet at most.” Vasily’s voice was flat, but full of confidence. This confidence came from the T-5000 high-precision sniper rifle from the Orsi Group in his hand and his proud shooting skills.
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Volume 1: Chapter 132 (Chapter 118) Amelia's Sniping Course
"Vasily, in position." The scope's crosshairs were already over the Belken machine gunner's head; windage and distance were perfectly calculated, and the magazine had been switched to a high-velocity armor-piercing magazine capable of blowing up a Saint Heli dog's head from 100 yards away. The assistant gunner lying beside him, and another two-man sniper team a little further away, were also ready to fire. Although there was no convertible, and it wasn't his wife beside the machine gunner, making preparations less than perfect, now all it took was Vasily's trigger in the skull cave, and this machine gunner could share the joy with Kennedy.
"Third platoon, in position." Meanwhile, on the other side, even fate seemed to have no mercy on the Belken people. Although the cliff behind their camp exceeded 60 degrees and appeared quite steep, it actually contained numerous footholds for free climbing. Without professional climbing equipment, the Third Platoon reduced their weight by discarding some of their load, keeping only essential combat gear. Clinging to the cliff like geckos, they finally reached their destination after more than forty minutes. They lay in wait on the cliff, awaiting the chaos that would engulf their camp.
As for the first and second platoons, they took their positions only a few minutes slower than Vasily's sniper team. These two platoons were also hiding in the shadows of the mountain road, and once the order to attack was given, the Belken on the opposite side would be horrified to find that their enemies were like Protoss descending from the shadows.
Valerio glanced at his watch; it was 16:47 PM. Without waiting for night to fall, he shouted, "Attack!"
The first to sound the attack were the sniper team's T-5000 sniper rifles. Although they weren't on the same position and were controlled by four different men, the four guns only fired a single shot. The three machine gunners and the assistant gunner slumped to the side, ecstatic. Despite the suppressors, the distance between the two sides wasn't far, and the open terrain allowed sound to travel unimpeded. The Belken soldiers immediately realized they were under attack.
Belken infantrymen ran across the ground, quickly taking up their positions. Some, fearless of death, pushed aside the suicidal machine gunners, wanting to take control of the heavy machine guns. Then they immediately followed in Kennedy's footsteps—their imaginations ran wild.
As the machine gun emplacements fell silent, a large number of figures emerged from the shadows on both sides of the mountain road. Crouching low, they charged toward the Belken positions at an extremely fast pace.
Such a commotion couldn't have gone unnoticed by the Belken soldiers, but even if they had, what could they do? The officers' words and their gloating colleagues at the machine gun positions all confirmed one fact—several sharpshooters were watching them. This led to no one daring to touch the heavy machine guns on the position anymore; their entire bodies seemed to merge into their battle stations. Their initial firing strategy clearly only considered dealing with enemies attacking from the front along the mountain path, neglecting sniper fire. Therefore, when they prioritized self-defense, the field of fire at these positions became less than ideal. Their firing wasn't entirely useless; at least it let the reconnaissance company know that they were attacking a position with enemy forces, not conducting a live-fire exercise.
"Third platoon, you can go up now." After suppressing the machine gun fire and confirming that the landing zone for the third platoon was safe and there were no enemy troops present, Vasily reported the safety situation to his allies.
"Received, commence the operation." The third platoon leader, who had been waiting for the signal to move, stretched out his arms and swung his body upwards. The 1.8-meter-tall strong man's body was as agile as an ape, and the soldiers of the third platoon, like assassins, followed their platoon leader and leaped to the top of the cliff.
Just as Vasily had said, there were no more Belken soldiers moving about on the cliff tops of the landing zone, and thirty lightly armed scouts successfully infiltrated the heart of the enemy camp. Another sniper team ceased fire support for the first and second platoons; one soldier provided enemy movement information to guide the third platoon's advance, while the other eliminated a major threat during the third platoon's assault—the three armored "elite" soldiers. The first two "elite" soldiers were alright; their armor was clearly not the kind with energy shields like Felion's, but rather armor relying solely on the properties of metal for defense. In conclusion, the Belken still had a long way to go in armor science and metal research to achieve their objectives.
However, an unexpected incident occurred when dealing with the last "elite" warrior.
"You missed?" The spotter was somewhat surprised to see what he saw through his binoculars. The instant the shooter pulled the trigger, an "elite" soldier suddenly rolled to the side, causing the bullet that was about to hit to miss its mark.
"..." The shooter silently pulled the bolt, ejecting the bullet and firing again. The crosshair once more struck the nimble "elite" soldier. The same scene played out again. This time, the elite soldier being sniped even sensed the sniper's location, pointing and chattering to those around him. Clearly, this "elite" soldier had mastered situational awareness, which allowed him to evade the sniper's attack at the last second.
"I feel something's not right." The observer knew his companion's shooting skills all too well; missing twice in a row was extremely rare.
"I remember you brought a sniper rifle, right?" The sniper had his own unique insights into the current situation.
“I like your idea. Don’t be bound by conventional thinking.” The observer gave a thumbs up, grabbed the “drill” rocket launcher that would make any man’s heart flutter and his heart race at the sight of it, and without caring whether it would expose the sniper position, he half-squatted on the ground, hoisted the launcher onto his shoulder, released the safety, and after confirming that the area behind him was clear, pulled the trigger at the “elite” soldier.
You think you're so tough? Try hiding from this!
The sniper watched with satisfaction as the elite soldier was successfully killed by their sniper team, and said in the comms, "Third Platoon, the threat has been eliminated. You can advance with peace of mind."
"Received, third row."
As the elite soldiers fell, the brief battle came to an end. The three platoons that rushed forward quickly killed the resisting Belken soldiers on the spot. A small number of wounded Belken soldiers eventually chose to lay down their weapons, raise their hands, and leave their positions.
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Volume 1: Chapter 133 (Misunderstanding)
"It's exactly five o'clock. If we act quickly, we might even make it to the base for dinner." Having confirmed that the camp was completely under their control, Valerio continued, "Have the battle results been tallied?"
"Twenty-seven enemy soldiers were killed and five were captured. Apart from one unlucky guy in the second platoon who tripped over a stone on the way to charge and broke his skin, there were no other casualties. The lads in the first platoon are searching for documents and materials." The deputy company commander immediately reported the post-battle statistics.
"Five prisoners, were there any engineers or commanders among them?" Valerio wasn't surprised by this result, given their numerical advantage and superior equipment. He wanted to call this a tough battle, but unfortunately, it wasn't.
"No, their commander was too honest and got hit by a rocket from the sniper team."
Upon hearing the adjutant's report, Valerio clicked his tongue loudly and then asked, "Have you interrogated those prisoners?"
"They've interrogated them; just a few ordinary soldiers, they only know the most basic things." The deputy company commander naturally wouldn't forget the importance of gathering intelligence.
"No way, aren't they afraid it'll suddenly malfunction if they don't leave one or two engineers watching over it? And if this is its first real-world test, shouldn't they at least have some professionals recording the data? This isn't a job just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can do." Valerio's expression held a hint of astonishment, like that of a friendly nation. *Hiss*
"Their engineers only appeared when they were setting this thing up, along with a squad of Gilahani warriors..."
"Wait, what the heck is Gilahani Warrior?" This new name completely baffled Valerio.
"Look, those three in full armor are the Gilahani warriors. That's what they call these new heavy armored soldiers in their Belken army. I don't know if there's any story behind it, but damn it, these Gilahani warriors are almost two meters tall in their armor." The deputy company commander shrugged and continued, "The one who got hit in the face by a rocket is the leader of these three Gilahani warriors. All thirty-odd men here have to listen to him. The engineering team worked here for over two hours assembling this thing and then left with the other Gilahani warriors, leaving these men to guard it."
"This thing sounds like it can be assembled temporarily. Did they see the assembly process clearly?"
"Unfortunately, no. All they know is that this thing was originally disassembled and placed in a pile of boxes. After the engineers reassembled it, they recycled it along with the boxes. But at least we know that this thing is indeed the source of the interference, because after it was erected, Amelia's communications in this area were interrupted. Also, it can probably be disassembled."
"Okay, let's go take a look at this thing." Since the deputy company commander had already interrogated the prisoner once, Valerio had no intention of doing it again. Instead, he planned to take a closer look at the mysterious signal tower standing on the ground and find a way to dismantle it safely.