Dussand's squad is gradually expanding.

In fact, in the immediate aftermath of the massacre, many of the armed security guards in Haut-Arbin were heroically engaged in early resistance and revolt. Their resistance, though ineffective against the Church Steam Knights, miraculously gave many civilians who did not yet know what had happened a chance to escape.

The red signal flag saved countless lives, but it also attracted attacks on these brave armed security guards – waving the red signal flag back and forth against the backdrop of the terrified crowd as a clear provocation. The Church's steam knights swung their armour-breaking hammers at the armed security guards wielding red flags as if they were crazy.

As he maneuvered forward with the team, Dussander kept seeing red signal flags mixed in the pile of minced meat on the side of the street. He ordered the team to move on, then stood in front of the pile of minced meat for a moment of silence, pointed his right hand to his temple and saluted earnestly before bending down and carefully holding up the red signal flag soaked in blood and limb fragments.

Carefully folded the red flags, Dussaint put the blood-soaked and even fishy flags into his trench coat. He didn't care that his blood might directly stain his clothes, and he didn't care about the possible risk of "infectious diseases".

These flags are much cleaner than nonsense like "His Majesty the Great Emperor is glorious......

Dussand's move was not really an attempt to buy people's hearts. He just had a crush on the red flags themselves, so he couldn't see them being dumped in the pile of corpses.

But such a move was seen by the armed security guards, who were first surprised, then surprised, and then began to silently imitate it.

On the way from Sunset Square to Syntagma Square, dozens of armed security guards collected more than two dozen blood-soaked flags and cherished them in their trench coats.

Dussand, who was following behind, suddenly frowned, and for some reason, he looked at the backs of these young and tired armed security guards, and suddenly felt ...... Their steps are stronger.

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"Give it to me!" On Syntagma Square, several middle-aged men with pistols cursed and kicked the soldiers who were huddled behind cover. After several urgings to no avail, they even shot directly at the ground, scolding and deceiving the soldiers to start charging, "On the opposite side is a group of hillbillies and hooligans, as long as you rush up, they will run away!" ”

However, none of the soldiers, who had been repelled four times in a row, dared to show their heads. They had rifles in their arms, and they only dared to shrank behind cover and shiver. They were not afraid of just two mobile steel batteries across the opposing position - they looked terrible, but they were safe if they could charge in a skirmish line and get close to the enemy's blind spot.

What really scared them were the young men in gray trench coats, covered in blood but still holding their positions.

They didn't even have automatic weapons in their hands, they were just bolt-action rifles that ordinary patrol officers would use. But behind the hastily built defensive positions, they were able to repel attacks several times their own each time.

Man cannot change reality by distorting it. These young men armed with bolt-action rifles, but able to repel the attacking side with automatic weapons, rely on extremely bold combat methods and a fierce will to fight.

They took advantage of the accuracy of their bolt-action rifles to start shooting accurately the moment the attacker attacked. And this kind of shooting will continue until they can clearly see the whites of the attacker's eyes.

The recoil of automatic weapons is huge, and if you want to shoot accurately, you have to stop and aim. And these young people seem to know this too - their shots give priority to "taking care" of those who suddenly stop.

When the attacker approaches a position of about 10 yorks, an overwhelming array of Molotov cocktails will suddenly appear in mid-air, creating an impenetrable area of flames. If anyone could brave the flames and get closer, these young men would not hesitate to jump out of cover and start a white-knuckle fight. If they are encircled, they will not hesitate to pull the grenade hanging from their chests and die with the attacker.

The ferocity of these young men's combat style even stole the limelight from the four steam knights in the position. After all, the Steam Knight can only kill one person at a time in the skirmishers, and these young men can even die with enemies several times their size.

This style of combat even reminded the soldiers of the mine guard team hired by the mining complex of those allies they had seen on the battlefield.

With no heavy artillery to prepare for fire, no steam knights to open the way, these retired Imperial Army soldiers had no idea how to fight this battle. They also didn't understand why they were attacking these young men with weapons who were obviously defending the capital of the empire's colonies.

The senior managers of the mining complex are furious, but their rebukes and threats now seem completely useless.

Of course, these senior managers knew what was going on here - the Imperial Church had launched a purification on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor, and it was certainly the right decision beyond question. But His Majesty the Emperor could not sit idly by and watch a hundred thousand loyal clergy die like this, along with the untouchables of Newsar.

After the purification order was carried out, the clergy of the Church needed to leave this disgusting little place in the crossing ship of the Mining Complex. After their withdrawal, the Empire will do its utmost to enforce the blockade of Newsar in order to achieve the fundamental purpose of the Purification Order.

Killing half of the population of the entire colony planet is a manifestation of the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor. And leaving half of them to wait for their destined fate in the corpses of their relatives and friends is an expression of His Majesty's benevolence.

The senior managers felt the anger of His Majesty the Emperor, but they were a little difficult to understand the benevolent part. After all, it is very difficult to suddenly stop in the middle of the killing, and to prepare for evacuation. After all, those bearded priests who had already killed red-eyed people couldn't be gathered at all now, and if they wanted to build a safe landing ground, they could only rely on them and their overseers.

The Mine Overseers themselves played an important role in deterring prisoners of war. In order to ensure the safe evacuation of the mine supervision team, these senior managers did not hesitate to order a strategy to drive all prisoners of war into the mine and then blow up the entrance to the mine.

Anyway, after a few years, when all the Neussal people have starved to death - these pits will still be able to be used when they are re-excavated.

But they didn't understand why these hairy boys who had never been on the battlefield could actually beat the mine supervision team like this - the 400-person mine supervision team was actually pressed by dozens of people, and they couldn't even lift their heads!

Dussander walked between the defensive positions, constantly encouraging the armed security guards to hold on, and bringing them some ammunition and food supplies.

Whether it's the armed security guards, or the two tanks, or the steam knights who hurried to support...... All of Dussand's forces were prepared with weapons, ammunition, and supplies in the mode of improvised warfare.

The so-called "temporary combat mode" is actually a water bottle that can hold about two pints per person. It contained some water mixed with sugar and salt. No change of clothes, no gun maintenance kits, not even anything to wash the blood stains off your hands.

Dussaint didn't even think about the need for any additional equipment for the armed security guards, after all, he really didn't understand this. And the old accountant didn't think of this, not because he forgot.

The old accountant thought in his heart that this operation was not "long-term" at all. Extrapolated by the level of training and armament of the armed security guards...... Everyone was afraid that they would die in about half a day, not even himself and Dussand.

Isn't there even less need to bring more things?

Outcome...... Things turned out somewhat unexpectedly. Now, in addition to the enemy, there are also blood scabs on their bodies that have dried up that affect the combat effectiveness of the armed security guards.

The blood soaked in the clothes became hard and piercing after being dried by the wind, and the soft sweaters and cotton shirts turned into piercing spikes. As long as the movement is a little bigger, the skin on the body can be punctured directly.

Although they can endure it, the effects are real - the speed and accuracy with which armed security guards raise their guns will be affected, and their movements after retracting back into cover will become a little hesitant.

Such disadvantages are real. Dussaint looked a little anxious, but ...... Aside from using his fourteen-year-old height to deliver ammunition and collected water bottles to the brave armed security guards, Dussaint couldn't really help much.

He is just a young man who has traveled to the empire for fourteen years, not a fantasy protagonist who can destroy the world with his hands.

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"Manager, you can't fight anymore...... I suggest we step back a bit and get out of the way. After organizing another attack, the captain of the mining supervision team plucked up his courage and said to the angry manager of the mining complex, "If we continue to fight, our people may not be able to come out of this square even if they are naked." ”

"This is the company's order!" The manager was anxious, and they surrounded the captain of the mine supervision team and reprimanded angrily, "How can you give up halfway? So many people have died, and the order cannot be carried out, and no one can afford this responsibility! ”

"There's no need to storm for the sake of such people." "We can let go of a path, and if they can get out of the way, of course it's best - the mission has been achieved anyway." If they are unwilling to retreat, when the landing ship lands tomorrow, the landing capsule alone will crush them. ”

The captain of the overseer team did not know that the purpose of capturing and building a landing field was to evacuate the priests as quickly as possible, and the managers of the United Mining had no idea what it took to "build a landing field".

Maybe it is indeed possible to consider "creating" them with landing ships?

So the two sides hit it off, and after dropping more than 200 corpses, the mining complex's mine supervision team withdrew from the bunker.

Looking at the enemy as they drifted away, the armed security guards looked at each other in disbelief, and then happily hugged each other—even when they hugged each other, the expression on their faces was a little grinning.

They took out the red flag they cherished in their bosoms and waved it in mid-air with all their might.

After his own blood was fused with the blood of his comrades, these flags looked ...... The red one is particularly thrilling.