Chapter 4, is this a servitor?
"What a pity."
Gu Hang, holding the telescope, spat out these two words.
It was a pity for him that the enemy reacted quickly and took action before the bombardment started, otherwise the results of the bombardment should have been greater;
It was a pity that he still lacked firepower on his side. If the 60mm mortars were replaced with large-caliber howitzers, the infantry would only have to clean the battlefield, and the main problem could be solved directly with the artillery.
But with this condition, there is nothing we can do.
All in all, after two rounds of artillery fire, the enemy lost one-third of its combat power. Although it looks like there will be a chance to play another two or three rounds later, it probably won’t have such a good effect.
The remaining enemies will still have to be eaten by the infantry.
On the other hand, Patel next to him watched very happily.
From the information about the living, he already knew that except for the dead, most of his clansmen had been transferred to the prisoner's lair and were being detained. There was no risk of accidental damage when shelling the temporary camp.
So, he was really happy to see these bandits who were endangering his hometown being bombed. After several rounds of artillery fire, they were in a mess and there were no casualties.
Lord Governor, please kill all these bandits! I, Patel, am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!
Just as he was thinking this, he saw the Governor put away his binoculars and called the soldiers guarding him to move forward.
He quickly followed.
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Find the target accurately, fire and kill.
Yan Fangxu felt relieved when he felt the slight heat transmitted from the HS3 'Eagle' electromagnetic rifle to his cheeks.
The situation on the battlefield is always changeable. He originally thought that taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and conducting multiple rounds of shelling from the mortar position would be able to deal a devastating blow to these indigenous bandits. The remaining people should probably be stunned by the bombing. They come up with their infantry. They only need to clean up the battlefield and deal with some surviving enemies.
But unexpectedly, the enemy was very sharp.
Even if they are just wasteland raiders, they cannot be underestimated.
The enemy dispersed many squads first, forcing him to launch an attack immediately, otherwise he would be discovered by the enemy. The artillery bombardment was launched a few minutes in advance, and the infantry he led also needed to annihilate the few enemy squads at a distance of several hundred meters from the enemy camp.
It is not difficult to eliminate these bandit squads.
But in the next battle, he was a little bored.
The damage caused by the mortars was less than expected, so he could only lead the infantry to chew the hard bones.
Winning is okay, but what about losing?
It would be too embarrassing to fight a group of wasteland bandits and gain the upper hand, but end up with many people dying. Moreover, excessive losses will also affect the Governor's plans.
He had full confidence in the thirty marines he had personally brought down from the starship, but not necessarily those servitor soldiers. They were originally positioned as cannon fodder, and their equipment was rubbish. More importantly, the combat instinct implanted in the minds of the servitor soldiers was also directed in the direction of cannon fodder, highlighting a person who was not afraid of death.
Being cannon fodder is an advantage, but being a regular soldier is not.
He was really afraid that these servitors would be too reckless and die too many times.
But after the battle started, he immediately felt relieved.
When annihilating several marauder teams on the periphery, these servitor soldiers did not show much specialness. After all, he led the marines to eliminate the main targets. The mode that favors special operations is what the Marines are good at, not to mention that they are also equipped with auxiliary aiming, rapid enemy detection, precision shooting units... various accessories. Regardless of their training or equipment level, they have a crushing advantage over the Marauders, and it is normal to win them without taking any damage.
The servitor soldiers who did not get a chance to perform showed excellent qualities during the attack on the camp.
They did not rush out like cannon fodder; each squad maintained a skirmish formation and advanced outward in groups of three. There are assaulters, fire support, and team machine guns behind to suppress and accompany the advance; although the mortar position one kilometer away cannot deal particularly good damage, it can continue to eject artillery shells to accompany the soldiers as they advance, suppressing the enemy. of firepower.
From the perspective of an elite like him, the tactical movements of these servitor soldiers were somewhat rigid, but they were standard enough and effective enough.
Those marauders who wanted to break out were trapped in the camp and unable to get out. They could only occasionally shoot some bullets from inside, but they were not very accurate. They didn't dare to show their heads, let alone take aim and shoot.
Soon, multiple assault teams entered the camp. The quality of the servitor soldiers is still online. They alternately advance, cross cover, cut from multiple angles, take care of the blind spots in the field of vision... all the necessary technical movements are used.
The bandits thought they could finally launch some substantial counterattacks at close range, but what they faced was still the merciless slaughter of the servitor soldiers.
Of course, the servitor soldiers are definitely not invincible. In a close firefight, casualties would inevitably occur, but it was much better than Yan Fangxu had expected.
Is the training conducted by the Governor really effective?
Not only is it a face-saving project, but it also has a real improvement in combat effectiveness.
Three hundred cannon fodder turned into three hundred regular troops. He found it incredible that the change happened in such a short period of time.
But that's a good thing.
With the servitor battalion's level, he finally didn't have to worry about heavy losses in the battle.
Those bandits couldn't resist the attack of the servitor soldiers.
This battle is settled.
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Yan Fangxu found it unbelievable, and Kagana was really desperate.
His reaction was not unpleasant, but it still failed to save his fate.
His brothers were trapped in the camp, with less than half of their manpower left.
The roaring mortars had stopped bombarding for fear of accidental damage. He thought he would be able to take a breather and even have a chance to launch a counterattack, but it didn't happen. Those attacking soldiers with mechanical eyes were what made him despair the most.
He had heard of such things as 'machine servants'. Some big forces also had them, but they were just like slave workers.
They cannot think proactively and can only follow orders to do some low-end repetitive manual labor. They are not suitable to be trained as soldiers. If they insist on doing so, they will only get a pile of cannon fodder. If we really want to talk about the advantages, then they are no leakage of secrets, absolute loyalty, and absolute obedience.
And these are servitor soldiers now?
Is there such an outrageous servitor?
There was no stupidity in their cold eyes, only ruthlessness. They were well-trained, moved quickly, and slaughtered his men in an orderly manner.
Fight back?
Many of his gangsters did try to fight back, but their sporadic counterattacks were useless. Occasionally, the servitor soldiers were injured, but it did not affect their emotions at all. Even hiding in temporary houses made of construction debris and rubble is of no use. Those servitor soldiers would throw two to three grenades in a row, and then enter without hesitation with guns. They were not afraid of casualties, but often there would be no casualties, and they could kill the bandits who were stubbornly resisting.
Now, he knew, it was all over.
His temporary camp had been blown to pieces, with debris and craters everywhere; his brothers were killed and injured everywhere, killed by bombs, scraped to death by shrapnel, and their bodies were beaten to pieces by well-equipped soldiers with electromagnetic rifles from a distance. Shot at close range by servitor soldiers...
The ‘prisoner’ is already dead.
But Kaga has one last trick up his sleeve.
His tribe was hopeless, but he might still have a chance to survive.
He took out a palm-sized green dirty glass bottle from his arms, and he looked hesitant. He has seen what happens to people who drink this stuff, and it may not be much better than death.
But if he didn't drink, he would die now.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the cork, and drank the potion.
(End of chapter)