"It's a pity."

Gu Hang, who was holding the binocular, spit out these two words.

It was a pity that the enemy reacted quickly, and had already made a move before the shelling began, otherwise the results of the shelling would have been greater;

It's a pity that his side still lacks firepower, if the 60 mm mortar is replaced by a large-caliber howitzer, then the infantry only needs to clean the battlefield, and the main problem artillery can be directly solved.

But with such a condition, there is no way.

All in all, after two rounds of shelling, the enemy lost a third of its combat strength. Although it seems that there will be a chance to play two or three more rounds later, it is estimated that there will not be such a good effect.

The rest of the enemy, after all, still have to let the infantry go up and gnaw.

It's Patel next to him, and it's a pleasure to watch.

From the information from the living mouth, he already knew that most of his people, except for the dead, had been transferred to the lair of the prisoners and taken into custody, so there was no worry about accidental injuries in the shelling of the temporary camp.

So, he was really happy to see this group of robbers who endangered his hometown being bombed, and a few rounds of artillery went down, and there was a mess, and the casualties were not counted.

Your Excellency, kill all these robbers! I, Patel, would like to serve you for the rest of my life!

Thinking like this, he saw the Governor put away his binoculars, beckoned to the soldiers guarding beside him, and moved forward.

He hurried to follow.

……

Find your target accurately, fire, and kill.

Feeling the slight heat transmitted from the HS3 'Eagle' electromagnetic rifle in his hand to his cheeks, Yan Fangxu was a lot more relieved.

The situation on the battlefield is always changeable. He had thought that taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, multiple rounds of mortar shelling would be able to deal a devastating blow to these indigenous bandits. The rest of the people, most of them, should also be dizzy by the bombing, and they will only need to bring their infantry up, and they only need to clean up the battlefield and deal with some surviving enemies.

But unexpectedly, the enemy was sharp.

Even if it's just a few wasteland raiders, you can't be underestimated.

The enemy scattered several squads first, forcing him to attack immediately or be discovered by the enemy. The artillery bombardment was launched a few minutes earlier, and the infantry he led also needed to annihilate the enemy squads at a distance of several hundred meters from the enemy camp.

It is not difficult to eliminate these bandit squads.

But the next battle, he was a little bored.

The mortar caused less damage than expected, and he had to take the infantry up to gnaw hard bones.

It's okay to win, but what about losing?

It would be humiliating to fight a group of wasteland bandits and get the upper hand, and end up dying a lot of people. Moreover, excessive losses will also affect the plans of His Excellency the Governor.

He had full confidence in the thirty Marines he had brought down from the starship, but not necessarily the mechman. Originally, it was cannon fodder positioning, and the equipment was also rubbish, and more importantly, the combat instinct implanted in the brains of the servant soldiers was also in the direction of cannon fodder, highlighting a fierce man who was not afraid of death.

Being cannon fodder is an advantage, but being a regular army is not necessarily.

He was really afraid that these servants would be too reckless and die too much.

But after the battle began, he immediately felt a lot more relieved.

When annihilating several raider squads on the periphery, these servant soldiers didn't show much speciality, after all, the main target, he took the marines to solve. The mode of bias towards special operations is itself what the Marine Corps is good at, not to mention that they are also equipped with auxiliary aiming, rapid enemy hunting, and accurate fire units...... A wide variety of accessories. Whether it is the level of training or the level of equipment, they have a crushing advantage over the raiders, and it is normal to take them without injury.

The servants who didn't get the opportunity to perform, but in the process of attacking the camp, they showed very good qualities.

They didn't rush out like cannon fodder; Each squad maintained a skirmish formation, and marched outward in groups of three. There are assaulters, there is fire support, there are squad machine guns in the rear to suppress and accompany the advance; Although the mortar position a kilometer away could not do particularly good damage, it was able to continuously throw shells to accompany the soldiers and suppress the enemy's fire.

The tactical movements of these servant soldiers, although they were somewhat rigid in the eyes of his elite, were standard enough and effective enough.

Those raiders who wanted to break through were crushed in the camp and could not get out.

They could only occasionally shoot a few bullets from within, but they didn't dare to show their heads, let alone shoot at them.

Soon, multiple assault teams had entered the camp. The quality of the servants and soldiers is still online, alternately advancing, cross-covering, multi-angle tangents, and taking care of blind spots...... All the technical moves that should have been used.

Those bandits thought that they would finally be able to fight back at close range, but they were still greeted by the merciless slaughter of the servant soldiers.

Of course, the servants are certainly not invincible. Under the hand-to-hand firefight, casualties were inevitable, but they were much better than Yan Fangxu had predicted.

Is the training conducted by the governor really effective?

It is not only a face-saving project, but also a real improvement in combat effectiveness.

Three hundred cannon fodder, three hundred regular troops, the change happened in such a short period of time, he really felt incredible.

But that's a good thing.

With such a level of machine servant battalion, he finally didn't have to worry about too much loss in the battle.

Those robbers couldn't resist the attack of the servants and soldiers.

This battle is stable.

……

Yan Fangxu thought it was incredible, Kagana was really desperate.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but it still failed to save his fate.

His brethren, barricaded in the camp, were less than half of their men left.

The whistling mortars had stopped bombarding, and he was afraid of accidental injury, and he thought that this would be a way to catch his breath and even have a chance to launch a counterattack, but he didn't. The attacking, mechanical-eyed soldiers were the things that made him despair the most.

He'd heard of such things as 'machine servants', and some of the big powers had them, but they were just slaves.

They don't think on their own initiative, they can only follow orders and do some low-end repetitive manual labor, which is not suitable for training as soldiers, and if they have to do this, they can only get a bunch of cannon fodder. If you really want to talk about advantages, then there are only no leaks, absolute loyalty, and absolute obedience.

And now, these are machine servant soldiers?

There is such an outrageous servant?

Their cold eyes are gone, and they can't see any stupidity, only ruthlessness. They were well-trained, swift, and methodically slaughtering his men.

Counterattack?

Many of his bandits did try to fight back, but scattered counterattacks were useless. Occasionally, the servants were injured, and that didn't affect their emotions in the slightest. Even hiding in makeshift houses made of construction debris and rubble is of little use. The servants would throw two or three grenades in a row, and then enter with their guns without hesitation, fearing casualties, but often with no casualties, they would be able to kill the stubborn bandits.

Now, he knew, it was all over.

His makeshift camp had been blown up, littered with debris and craters; His brethren were killed and wounded, blown up, scraped to death by shrapnel, smashed by well-armed soldiers with electromagnetic rifles, and shot at close range by machine servants......

The 'prisoners' are dead.

But Kaga still has one last hand.

His tribe is hopeless, but maybe he still has a chance to live.

He pulled out a palm-sized green dirty glass bottle from his bosom, and he hesitated. He'd seen what happened to someone who drank it, and it might not be much better than dying.

But if he doesn't drink it, he'll die now.

Eventually, he gritted his teeth, pulled the cork, and grunted the potion.