The Nicks of Intertwined Fates Chapter 57: The Song of Purgatory (5)

"Are you going to use your hole cards?" Dante said, "I don't agree with that. ...... I had a bad instinct. This move may bring us disaster. ”

A hint of surprise twinkled in Paulson's eyes. No one knows about this except the three of them. But, now, Dante knows, though I don't know how he knows.

"You perceive it." For the weak man in front of him, Paulson paid attention to it for the first time.

"Thirty kilometers." Dante raised his head, a wry smile on his lips, "You can only use it once, can you." Flip the hole cards, and there is nothing. ”

Paulson's expression became solemn.

"I was hoping that Harris would be able to pull out if things didn't go well. This gives me a very bad feeling; A feeling that pervades the clouds and fogs, and this feeling is terrible. Dante said slowly, "Secrecy is our family's greatest secret. He spread out his hand, and on his white palm lay a few bones covered with the stains of time. One of them, with a crack on the edge.

Paulson's pupils are constricted.

Descendants of "Shrine Maiden"!

Paulson's surprised expression quickly calmed down. Shrugged his shoulders, "The people of your family are always chattering. It's not that it's right and wrong behind the scenes. It's just that you guys, I don't really believe it. ”

Dante shrugged his shoulders, "People on the battlefield tend to be more rational, I understand. How much money did the Habsburgs pay, I doubled, stop this game, I'm tired of it. ”

Paulson hugged his arms and whistled, "This is a big deal." However, for mercenaries, the spirit of contract is the foundation of our livelihood, and I have to follow it. I'm sorry, Master Dante. ”

Dante's eyes were dazed and sad, and he turned back to Petty and nodded slightly. Petty then pushed his wheelchair towards the back.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. This forcible divination has made my injuries even more severe, and there is no need to wait for it. The person in the family is already on the way, and I have the intention to delay a thing or two. But obviously I can't make a decision in this matter. You know, I have no secrets to the occult veterans, including my injuries. Dante turned his head.

"You should also know what Harris meant to the Habsburgs. Although he is not the first heir in line, within their family, the old lady's expectations for him have always been slightly beyond the level of care that a junior should have. If there's something bad going wrong. As a pivotal figure at the [Round Table]. This would have a significant impact on the attitude of the top brass towards the Cavendi region. Now the mountain breeze is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. Any mistake in decision-making will lead to major changes. Dante's eyes were a little lonely.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the starry sky, and said with a heavy heart, "Mr. Major." I hope that whatever happens tomorrow or the next two days. You must do your best, even if your people die, to keep Harris safe. It's not a request, it's an order! ”

Paulson was slightly displeased, but he didn't show it, but bowed slightly, "As you wish." Of course, I would have done it without your specific instructions. ”

"If I have no other orders, I'll go first." Paulson showed a hint of impatience, regardless of the other party's reaction, and disappeared into the darkness behind him after saying this.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving. Dante felt a vague uneasiness in his heart, as if he was watching them gradually descend to hell. And in the blowing night wind, it seems to smell blood.

Dante actually knows very well. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The night breeze was cold, with a cold aura common in this era. But there was no smell of blood in it, not the slightest bit. It's an instinct for danger.

"Let's go," Dante became much more depressed in an instant, and weakly ordered Petty to leave.

.......

Dante's words lingered silently in Paulson's mind like the most vicious curse, lingering.

Although it is easy to say, everyone knows that the Mayfair family claims to be the closest to the devil. No one can afford to take their advice lightly. Although the battle plan was examined over and over in my mind, I could not find the slightest flaw, nor could I see any serious omissions. However, the other party succeeded in burying the seeds of hesitation deep in his heart.

Unfortunately, prophecy is such an unreliable thing. Of the Mayfair family's previous predictions of the future, a handful of successes could not cover their sheer number of "missteps". The reason why the big names have always maintained proper kindness to them is simply because on the eve of the Third World War, they accurately foreshadowed the destruction of the world, which gave many nobles the opportunity to escape into the "shelter" they had already prepared.

On the eve of the Great War, no one would abandon a successful military adventure for the sake of an illusory prophecy. Harris won't, and Paulson won't.

So he spat hatefully at the ground and muttered, "That's why I hate the 'clergy' so much." ”

This kind of conversation not only won't change anything, but it will make his heart heavy when he is in a state of war.

Paulson led seven of his best men to lurk like ghosts towards the opposite core control area. As expected, the night guards on the opposite side were still guarded by primitive light and dark sentinels. There are no high-tech block sensing devices, infrared cameras and patrol electronic eyes. Even traditional equipment such as barbed wire, mines and searchlights are lacking.

The three scouts cautiously groped their way down the street, and after eliminating and confirming safety, they gestured to the rear. Follow-up special operators who are 50 meters away from them will come and take their place.

The back of the blade refracted the moonlight, and someone fell in the darkness. Someone quietly held the figure behind and gently dragged it to the uninhabited rubble to bury it.

In such an environment, the Gouie couple are like fish in water. The wind was cold, and Gouie was naked, his lean back curved in the moonlight. He had slender upper limbs and two long knives in his hand, and he moved at incredible speed in the night, among the ruins, among the houses. His skin reflected some kind of wave band that was invisible to the naked eye. Soon, a scavenger hiding in a corner and patrolling the outside was sensed.

Both sides discovered each other almost simultaneously.

The scavenger opened his mouth to warn. In a few tenths of a second, a beautiful figure behind Gu Yi raised his hand, and an invisible jet rushed out. The scavenger's whole body convulsed and twitched, as if some mysterious electricity was passing from head to toe. The whole process takes no more than a second. But - enough.

The long knife slid down against the moonlight, and the scavenger's head instantly separated from his chest cavity and rolled to the ground.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen secret sentinels were accurately "caught." The path ahead suddenly cleared a large area. Guy ran wildly.

The positions between Paulson's team and Gouy's team are always swapped. Most of the time, Gouie, who is proficient in stealth, will be in front, and occasionally Paulson will come up and be caught up by Gouie.

At night, they couldn't tell the time, and they didn't carry any instruments to record the time. Even if there is, most of the time I don't bother to take it out and look at it.

In order to avoid the opposite side there are advanced electronic detection equipment. They didn't even carry their usual tactical panels, which now seems like a redundancy.

I don't know how long I traveled alternately. The two groups of men suddenly stopped in unison.

In front of the view, a brightly lit complex of buildings abruptly dotted into the night.

Paulson frowned and whispered, "In terms of the number of lights and the size of the building, there are at least six thousand people stationed here. But they don't have so many fighters, not even if you count all the logisticians. Otherwise, our previous attack on C22 will be met with a large-scale battle of confrontation, rather than a smooth victory. ”

"So it's suspicious!?" Guy looked up.

"It could be a shell, it could be a frontline. It's hard to judge intent without looking closely. Paulson's face was heavy.

The site in front of it sits in the wreckage of a high-rise building, and a core area of about two square kilometers has been cleared inside, connecting some of the outer apartment buildings and staff dormitories. It's already quite large.

This position is very unfavorable for attack. The collapsed skyscrapers in front of you form a reinforced concrete defense line, and it is difficult for long-range artillery fire to fully cover this area, and most of the shells will be blocked by the buildings in front of you. Low-altitude aircraft are vulnerable to crossfire from buildings on both sides. If you want to take this area, you can either use bombers to strike directly vertically, or use crowd tactics to engage in street fighting, and there is no other way.

It seems that in terms of site selection, the opposite side has also thought about it.

In the center of the base is a semi-elliptical cylindrical building with a height of seven meters and a canopy, with rows of narrow windows lining the building, shining orange flames from the inside out, and a blue light strip at the top of the building, which looks particularly dazzling at night.

Both in form and function. There is no doubt that this is a comprehensive workshop, but this workshop is extremely large, with dense pipes and countless extended assembly lines.

People and vehicles are coming and going, and it seems to be bustling.

If you use such a place as bait, you will really pay for it. Paulson's heart is more inclined to this is a comprehensive base for the other side, and maybe even the forward headquarters.

Around the central building, there are dozens of large and small buildings, most of which are oval in shape, but also a few square buildings. Judging from the huge chimneys overhead and the constant entry and exit of construction vehicles, these are high value-added processing workshops. Most of the old-fashioned apartments and tube buildings in the surrounding area have been restored, and more than half of them are brightly lit. It is inconceivable that this is a time of war, and there is neither light control nor countermeasures on the other side. I don't know if the commander on the other side has a big heart, or if he has something to rely on.

On the edge of the base stands a large plaza. A row of searchlights illuminated the open space in front of it, and a row of chariots was neatly parked in the clearing, which looked like a garage.

Mr. and Mrs. Gouie had climbed down the hill, and along the edge of the base were testing and picking a path to sneak into. However, they wandered around below and soon climbed up again.

"It's all anti-infantry mines," Guy said as he came up and lurked beside Paulson.

"There's weirdness." Paulson pointed to the square, "M26 to M551, T62 and so on." It's simply a universal auto show, light and heavy tanks, tracked infantry vehicles, python all-terrain vehicles, self-propelled fire, damn it. There were nearly twenty vehicles of all kinds, but when we attacked the C22, they didn't send any support. As long as half of the vehicles on this side are dispatched to help, our attack on C22 will not be so smooth. ”

Guy nodded, agreeing with the other party's words.

"Either the commander on the other side is an idiot, of course the probability is too small. Or something else. Paulson's eyes sparkled, "They probably want to make us dumplings." It seems that C22 is the opposite side of the initiative to give up. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the war has already begun." Paulson turned his head to Gouie and said, but his eyes seemed to pass over Guy beside him and cast into the distance, as if he could pierce through the dark curtain and see the scenery on the other side of the city. On the other side, countless armies marched through the ruined city streets, and one after another converged on them, as if a pair of invisible and huge hands were fiercely holding C22 in the center of their palms.

Enemies are gathered on all sides, and the own side in C22 is like a flying insect that has fallen into a spider's web, struggling towards the deeper abyss.

"What to do? It's too late to return it now. Gu Yi said this, but his hand was already holding the hilt of the knife without a trace, and his eyes were fierce, revealing a ferocity to kill everything.

"Running away is not my style." Paulson laughed and stood up. Not caring about the hidden figure, he stood heroically on the slope, stepping on the ground with one foot and the mountain with the other. Raise your left hand. His left hand is a special weapon.

A giant "bottle" type shield, very heavy and wide. If it weren't for the slightly short height, it would be a beautiful and exquisite Western-style coffin. The head is thick and heavy, and the tail is slightly smaller and narrower.

There was a snapping sound of tiny gears snapping. The huge "shield" split in two from the middle, revealing the black barrel inside. Unlike normal artillery barrels, the barrels of black forged metal are surrounded by circles of circular devices made of transparent material, which are wrapped around them with something resembling metal wire.

The transparent circular device lights up in circles, like a large spiral tube. In the dark, it seems to be a guiding light. There was no way to hide, and several gunshots were suddenly heard, which were enemy snipers hiding nearby.

Paulsen didn't care about the bullets coming at him. The invisible force field unfolded in front of him, and the accelerated bullets collided with the AT force field in an instant, like flies that had lost their heads, splashing towards the vicinity.

This strange phenomenon seems to be conveyed back to the rear by the observers who are close to the opposite side. Out of the garage came a ragnarled driver and gunner, who looked panicked, but in fact ran towards their car in an orderly manner.

One by one, the main combat vehicles rumbled into action. The turret began to turn, aiming in this direction.

A blue circle of light flashed, and time seemed to stand still for a moment, followed by a burst of fire, violent explosions, and parts of various types of vehicles that flew into the sky.