After checking the last corpse, Su stood up and looked at the distance still hidden in the heavy fog.
The rumbling sound of artillery from time to time showed that the battle was still very fierce.
There is no doubt about the combat effectiveness of the Dark Dragonriders, especially in desperate situations.
Even if they were surrounded by several times more troops for four whole days, it seemed that it would be very difficult for the Scorpion of Disaster to completely annihilate them.
Even the subordinates with average ability are much stronger than the ordinary warriors of the Scorpion of Disaster, and are almost the same as the armored warriors.
The more capable retinues can easily kill the armored warriors one-on-one, and the dragon knight itself, even as a private, has strong combat effectiveness that can guarantee the elimination of a small level of Scorpion of Disaster warriors alone.
As for the retinues like Li Gaolei and Li, whose strength is equivalent to that of a dragon cavalry lieutenant, they cannot be considered under normal circumstances.
War in turbulent times is fundamentally different from the old times.
The foundation of large industry has disappeared.
Weapon systems relying on precision processing technology and small batch production have become mainstream.
At the same time, the rapid advancement of personal abilities has broken the balance of combat.
With the same equipment and sufficient time and space, people with strong abilities can completely Can kill hundreds or even thousands of ordinary soldiers.
The human sea and cannon fodder tactics have become tactics that are rarely used.
The death of a large number of ordinary Scorpion of Disaster warriors only resulted in the loss of dragonrider retinues and servants.
In the end, the lonely dragonrider would probably die at the hands of these ordinary warriors after running out of ammunition and supplies. .
Originally, the most efficient way to fight against the Dark Dragonriders was to dispatch strong men like Martham to directly kill the dragonriders whose retinues and servants were restrained.
Among the dragonriders in the Pendulum City war zone, except for Ricardo who joined Su's retinue, no dragonrider could resist this terrifying giant.
Four days have passed, and the surrounded Dark Dragonriders are still resisting fiercely.
It seems that strong men like Martham have not appeared.
So where is he hiding?
In turbulent times, although humans have basically adapted to this environment through evolution, the number of survivors is still only a fraction of what it was on the eve of the war.
In this era, even if you want to expand your army on a large scale, it will be difficult to find so many men and women of the right age.
How could the Scorpion of Disaster invest thousands of troops on the battlefield in one direction and where did so many people come from?
Su thought about the questions in her heart, but still couldn't find the answer.
If we use the Blood Parliament's sphere of influence as an analogy, then the Scorpion of Disaster's control area should be several times that of the Blood Parliament, reaching hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.
Only then would it be possible to summon so many troops and invest them in one war zone.
Nearly 10,000 cannon fodder was used for consumption.
Moreover, the bodies of the dead Scorpion of Disaster soldiers were as full of vitality as ever, so strong that Su had the illusion that he was not killing fully armed soldiers, but babies who had not yet been weaned.
While thinking about it, Su was disassembling a Scorpion of Disaster assault rifle, taking it apart and putting it back together, putting it back up and taking it apart again.
Dozens of parts were dancing around in his hands with only the fingertips exposed, as if they had their own. life.
After repeatedly disassembling and assembling it three times, Su was finally satisfied with the quality of this rifle.
The defective parts were all replaced with parts removed from other rifles.
He shouldered his rifle, took two more magazines, and walked deeper into the war zone.
Before he had walked a kilometer, Su already noticed that another small group of soldiers was hurrying towards here.
He arched his body slightly and trotted to an abandoned house 200 meters away, then sat down quietly, even closed his eyes, and began to rest.
A group of Scorpions of Disaster warriors walked out of the fog.
They formed a loose line.
Two armored warriors came first.
The electronic goggles flashed and continuously scanned the surrounding area.
Su seemed to be asleep and allowed this group of soldiers to pass by him.
He didn't restrain all his aura, he just controlled it to the point where the two armored warriors just couldn't sense it.
After the line of skirmishers had completely passed, Su walked out of the house where he was hiding, stood in the middle of the empty street, and raised his gun to aim at the Scorpions of Disaster warriors who were only a hundred meters away.
His movements were unhurried, as calm as a holiday stroll.
Monotonous gunshots began to ring out one after another.
It was not until the fourth companion fell to the ground that the Scorpion of Disaster warriors realized that there was an enemy behind them.
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They turned around at the fastest possible speed, crouched low, searched for the enemy, took aim, and two even started shooting.
However, the gunshots continued, and the Scorpion of Disaster warriors still fell one by one at an incredible speed.
Su, on the other hand, stood facing the rain of bullets, using the Scorpion of Disaster's assault rifle to shoot down the enemies one hundred meters away with a single shot.
Bullets roared from the opposite side, and Su mostly stood still, only occasionally moving slightly to the left or right, or squatting down slightly, to avoid all the incoming bullets.
In less than 10 seconds, there were only two armored warriors left in this team of more than 20 Scorpions of Disaster warriors.
The assault rifle fired at a constant rate of three rounds per second, but the slow rate of fire revealed a chilling calmness and coldness.
The two bullets first destroyed the machine gun in the hands of the armored warriors, and then one bullet landed on the goggles of their helmets one by one.
Although the two armored warriors were staggered back by the impact of the bullets, the impact point of each bullet was almost Exactly the same.
Even the goggles of the Dark Dragonriders can hardly withstand continuous direct fire from assault rifles, let alone the lower quality Scorpion of Disaster bulletproof tactical goggles.
After being hit by three bullets each, Su looked at the two cracked goggle lenses with satisfaction and pulled the trigger again.
This time, blood and blood finally spurted out from the cracks in the goggles.
Su walked among the corpses on the ground.
With a soft clang, an empty magazine with a hot breath fell to the ground, and then a hand wearing tactical gloves took a fully loaded magazine from a corpse, and then a pair of thick and sturdy military boots Just walk along the empty street into the distance.
The footsteps were thick and steady, maintaining a constant rhythm from beginning to end, until Su's figure disappeared in the mist, and the faint footsteps still lingered over the corpses on the ground.
It's getting a little brighter again.
This time, Su's left hand took out not only a magazine from the corpse, but also a Scorpion of Disaster standard assault rifle.
A few seconds later, the barrel of the assault rifle was replaced with the rifle in Su's hand.
Under the gradually brightening sky, Su's hands moved in an elegant rhythm, and the tactical gloves that clung to his skin did not in any way detract from the beauty of these hands.
The exposed fingertips are like specks of crystal snow, as white as if they don't belong to this world at all.
He didn't know how long Su had been fighting, but even when he turned over the enemy's corpse covered in blood and dust, the tips of his fingers were not stained by any dust.
It seems that war should be so clean, pure and spotless.
The clock has pointed to twelve o'clock.
Due to the dense and widespread radiation clouds, in April, when spring is supposed to be blooming, the north is still cold, and the sky is very dark, as if night is about to fall.
Electronic lamps softly illuminate everything in the office.
The light is bright but not intense, and its composition is almost exactly the same as that of natural sunlight.
Of course, it does not contain ultraviolet rays that are strong enough to kill.
Bathing in such light is actually no different from sunbathing in the old days, but Marshal Diast prefers the rare blazing sunshine outside and hates these artificial lights.
He actually knows that there is no difference between electronic lights and sunlight.
The technical level of the Scorpion of Disaster can even simulate the natural radiation fluctuations in sunlight.
Moreover, after losing most of his abilities, the Marshal cannot directly withstand the sunlight from outside without being damaged.
But the marshal just likes the more natural sunshine, although he never wants to admit that this is just a childish psychological effect.
It was time for lunch, and the orderly, who was pretty but always lacking in emotion, brought the lunch box.
But the marshal suddenly lost interest in lunch.
He looked at the rows of casualty information on the screen and suddenly frowned.
In just one morning, there were reports of casualties of more than 200 soldiers from seven teams.
Such heavy casualties only occurred on the day when the four dragonriders were surrounded and their team and formation were defeated with absolutely superior strength and firepower.
And what’s different this time is that today’s battle fatality rate is too high.
Only 11 minor and serious injuries were reported, and the rest were all killed in battle.
A premonition that could not be called wonderful suddenly passed through Diast's mind.
He kept flicking on the largest light screen in the center, calling out the marching routes of the wounded soldiers and the places where they were found dead.
While he was busy, a soft female voice came from behind Diast, but it inevitably seemed a bit dull and mechanical: "Marshal, your lunch time has come, please eat on time."
Diast ignored the orderly's call and just stared at the holographic terrain map on the light screen with his sharp eyes.
On the map, except for more than 30 casualties that occurred in the central area of the battlefield, all other battle damage records occurred in the edge areas, and a vague trajectory was outlined in the distribution.
The problem is that all the serious and serious reports occurred in the central area of the battlefield, while all the soldiers in the peripheral areas were killed, and there was not even a single case of serious injury or near death.
This meant that six entire squads of soldiers were wiped out in just one morning, and they were killed cleanly and without any sloppiness.
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Moreover, except for the D306 team who died first, the cause of death of all the other soldiers was gunshot wounds, and they were killed by the Scorpion of Disaster's own standard assault rifle bullets.
What is the quality of the Scorpion of Disaster assault rifle and the Black Dragonrider assault rifle?
Diaste, as the founder, certainly knows how big the difference is.
Ordinary soldiers with no special abilities still need a good gun, but they cannot use an assault rifle that is too powerful.
What's more, there are tens of thousands of these warriors, and cost is a factor that must be considered.
"Marshal, please eat on time."
The orderly would urge him mechanically every minute, but to no avail.
Five minutes have passed, and the time limit is close to the orderly's bottom line.
She walked behind Diaste, hugged his waist, then unbuttoned the marshal's pants and put her hands inside.
She had been using this method to urge Diaste to eat for the past few days, and it worked very well.
But today this method has lost its effect.
Diaste suddenly became furious, and slapped the slender and beautiful orderly into the air with a backhand, and hit the wall hard.
The orderly's face instantly turned pale, and he slowly fell to the ground, leaving a mark on the alloy wall.
A shocking trail of blood.
She fainted before she collapsed completely.
When she lost consciousness, she still urged in a weak voice: "Please eat on time."
Diaste drew on the light screen and quickly outlined an advance route among the corpses on the terrain map.
This line started from the southeastern war zone and advanced almost straight to the center of the war zone.
When the route appeared, one side Another message popped up on the light screen: Team 298 was completely destroyed, and there were no survivors.
The location covered by Team 298 was quickly added to the large map, just in front of that line.
Diaste moved the blood-red scorpion icon on the light screen without hesitation.
A few seconds later, a sweet and melodious voice sounded in the command room: "You know my time is very precious."
Disyat's face was full of anger, but his voice was obviously restrained and seemed low and steady: "The reinforcements of the Dark Dragonriders have arrived, and they are very powerful high-level dragonriders.
I don't know how many there are."
"Destroy them."
The voice gave a simple and clear order.
"Eliminate" Diast's voice suddenly doubled, and he sneered: "How can I eliminate them?
Just rely on this pile of rubbish you gave me."
"There are still 1,700 rubbish in your reserves, and 1,100 are fighting on the frontal battlefield.
According to calculations, the combat effectiveness of these troops is far exceeded."
"Pandora, don't fool me with your brainless mechanical personality.
She's not even qualified to let me cum on my face."
Diaste roared, slamming his fists on the central command podium with anger.
The voice echoed like thunder: "War is not just a simple addition and subtraction of thousands, as your mind that only knows the base system thinks."
Just rubbish put together is still rubbish.
Even if you put an iron sheet on them, they are still rubbish.
Can the eggs of the whole world be united and break the stone?
What a joke.
If that is the case, why do you need to feed that bullshit apostle like a god?
I have tens of thousands of rubbish, and the apostle has been piled up to death.
Why do you, the voters, who only know how to lick their butts, do it?”
The command room was silent for a full second, and then Pandora's sweet and clear voice sounded again, but this time there was something unspeakable: "Marshal Diast, please pay attention to your words.
Disrespect will bring you destruction, and the process will be very long and painful, and you will definitely regret the joyful vent you just made.”
Diaste showed a sarcastic smile and said: "If you follow the idiotic idea of your idiot personality, not only those two dragon knights will be rescued, but maybe even this forward base will be lost by then, and what is waiting for me will be lost.
It’s the same kind of destruction, long and painful destruction, but the ending is the same, so it’s better to just curse.”
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"Rambling won't solve the problem.
What suggestions do you have?"
Pandora asked calmly, not moved by Diast at all.
"Tell those damn voters, the more the better" Diaste said simply.
"This is impossible.
Most of the voters are still sleeping.
They need to rest and cultivate strength."
Pandora coldly rejected Diaste's suggestion, which once again brought the marshal to the edge of rage.
Diaste sneered and said slowly: "Cultivating strength is not being used at this time.
I really don't know what these sleeping pigs soaked in pus need strength to do.
Either they will be soaked until they stink and rot, or they will be simply killed.
The enemy smashed the jars and was cut into pieces like meat.
This is the fate destined for those chosen.
I have to say that the apostles are really not ordinary wise and great."
"Please be careful with your words, Marshal Diast."
After Pandora's routine warning, she was silent for nearly ten seconds, and then said: "The apostles have paid attention to the battle situation at the forward base, and there will be a solution soon.
Please wait patiently."
Diast said with a gloomy face: "No matter what the plan is, as long as I don't use these garbage to destroy the opponent's high-level dragon knights."
In the center of a deep and silent space, there was a faint light floating in it, and Pandora, who still maintained the body and appearance of ten years old, was suspended in it.
She floated like a doll, her small hands slowly clicking on the light screen that was constantly generating and changing around her, sometimes switching screens, sometimes giving commands.
The color of her pupils changes.
If you magnify them infinitely, you can see that there are actually countless light screens that are living and dying inside.
This is an extremely silent space with no sound at all.
Beyond the light, there is boundless darkness, and it is completely unknown where the boundaries of this space are.
Next to Pandora, a small screen floated.
It is always there and will not perish from birth like other light screens full of information.
On the screen was a photo that was already somewhat yellowed.
In the photo was a tall and majestic man, his smiling face seemed to be radiating a bright light, and his marshal uniform covered with ribbons highlighted his status.
Next to him was a calm and beautiful woman.
Although it was just a still photo, it was still easy to see that her brows and corners of her eyes were all filled with that thing called happiness.
Between the two people was a newly born baby.
She was very, very beautiful, but she neither cried nor smiled, but looked at the camera coldly, which was creepy.
"Pandora" A loud and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the extremely silent space, calling Pandora's name.
Pandora stood up from her half-lying floating state and dispersed all the light screens.
The first thing to disappear was the small screen that seemed to only contain photos.
She half-knelt on the non-existent ground and responded with a sweet, cold, mechanical voice: "Great Apostle, are you awake?
If you have any instructions this time, Pandora will definitely complete it for you
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