On the broken roads of the city, an off-road jeep riveted and sped away. The driver was a very young man, with a hideous face at the moment, biting his lip tightly, and pressing on the accelerator with all the strength to eat. The steering wheel made of high-strength engineering plastic is pinched and creaked. Fine beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

Ordinary jeeps are driven as racing cars, and on the undulating road, they are thrown high and then fall hard.

The co-pilot sat Keese, and in the back seat was Harris. At the moment, they are staring intently at the tactical panel in their hands. The battle situation at each point is dynamically fed back to the panel screen in front of you in real time through the electronic warfare drone on the head. Flowing data and video footage are constantly scrolling and updated in real time.

Harris's face sank like water, his body like a nail, nailed to his seat, whether the driver made a frantic 90-degree turn or made a sudden stop or slammed on the accelerator. It doesn't affect him.

The camp behind him had been left far behind, and two helicopters had taken off, surrounded by the sound of rustling mechanical feet on the ground, and several teams of droids who had gone ahead were left behind. Gradually, the surroundings became desolate, and the occasional nocturnal animals diminished. There was no longer a single member of your own within a radius of several hundred meters.

Clusters of sparks sparked between the ruins ahead. Then, such sparks began to spark in all directions, and gradually became more frequent.

The armed scavengers hiding inside pulled the trigger and poured the bullets into the air.

Harris raised his hand lightly, and countless black gravel rose from the ground, spun around the jeep at a rapid pace, forming a circular shield. Ping-pong, bullets sparkling on the shield.

He snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the opposite side suddenly turned off the fire. One by one, the attackers hissed with their eyes wide open in anger, but nothing could come out but a muffled hoarse nasal voice. Blood flowed from every capillary. In addition to blood, there were also broken tissues and organs, and black sand that was as fine as dust.

Dozens of firing points, which were cleared in an instant. Frightened, the armed men who tried to shoot black guns behind them hurriedly withdrew.

After clearing out the people who were in the way of his way, Harris once again focused on the live battle broadcast in front of him. The picture shown in front of you was taken by the people in front. In the midst of the blazing fire, it is a large complex of buildings. As can be seen from the feedback on the picture, it is a complex of buildings similar to a composite factory.

It seems that a worthy target has been found.

The photo was taken at a low altitude, and it was a reconnaissance drone released from the front. Even if you are still in the picture, you can feel the intensity of the battle. Around the corner, Major Paulson was firing heavily on the hillside, and in front of him were more than a dozen light personnel carriers, which were climbed by soldiers all over the hill.

Harris looked down and laughed, and he saw in the photo the digital signal left by Paulson, which clearly expressed the intention of the other side to surround him.

"Let them surround them, I'll see if the other side has good teeth, or if our cake is hard enough." He always exudes indifference.

Keith also saw the picture. He crackled through the search engine interface and quickly found the answer from the central think tank.

I magnified the photo several times, and circled the area with a raging fire in the background. Inside the circle are several chariots burned to wreckage. "I checked it out and there was something interesting. When the civil war broke out in Kawendi, Jingjiang, as an area under the jurisdiction of the government army, had more than 300 combat vehicles of various types, which were uniformly sealed in underground explosion-proof and nuclear-proof facilities. These tanks were not appropriated until the end of the civil war, the outbreak of World War III, and the destruction of Jingjiang with strategic-level weapons. ”

"What do you mean?" Harris looked up.

Guise tapped on the dashboard, "There is no doubt that most or even all of this war supplies fell into the hands of this scavenger rescue club after the war." Even if in the long years, due to aging, battle damage, loss, etc., it is reasonable and natural to lose 50%, there should be at least 100 tanks on the opposite side, but from beginning to end. None of us have ever met it, and it doesn't make sense. ”

"I didn't think about it so much, but when I saw this picture, these vehicle models matched this list. That's not weird. The list that Guise turned out was a long-sealed archival document. As a huge organization that inherited most of the "legacy" of the old era after the war, the Clock Tower collected a large amount of espionage materials from espionage organizations such as MI5 and MI6 in London and the British Special Communications Headquarters. Medium-sized Southeast Asian countries like Cavendi are almost infiltrated like a sieve, and there are no secrets to speak of. Information about them is readily available.

"Hundreds of chariots?" Harris's face changed.

"It is not ruled out that there may even be helicopters and fighter jets." Guise continued.

There is no doubt that androids have a huge advantage in dealing with ordinary soldiers. But that doesn't mean it's awesome enough to rival a vehicle with heavy firepower. With the coordination of the infantry and the tank, the androids with the innate advantage on the battlefield will no longer have an absolute advantage.

Although for these high-end nanomachines, they are not afraid of these old antiques from World War II. But the people below don't have this ability, and if a large area is killed or injured, it will be difficult to turn the situation around with just a few of them.

"Is that what they do? No wonder, this way. Obviously, we have shown a huge technological generational gap, but the other side is still attacking without fear of death. I thought it was arrogance, but it turned out that he wanted to swallow us in one gulp. ”

Guise spoke, "What's in it for them?" I really can't see through, no matter how far or near, for the people of the rescue club, what is the result of paying such a heavy sacrifice? In the short term or in the long term, there is no benefit in doing so. It's hard to imagine how the members of the Wasteland Beasts could convince them to fight a war with no benefit. ”

That's where I'm confused. The head of such a large organization must not be an idiot to be able to run and control such a large organization in an orderly manner. Then there is only one possibility to make such a ridiculous move. That is, we haven't guessed the next step in each other's minds. ”

"It's like a nicely packaged trap." Guise remembered what Dante had said earlier, and couldn't help but shudder.

Boom Boom Boom –

Two tactical missiles landed accurately in the makeshift camp in C22, exploding into a huge fireball.

This night battle officially kicked off.

An overwhelming barrage of scavenger fighters launched an assault on the C22 makeshift camp, with opponents coming under cover of night on one side and android soldiers fighting the first battle against the ambush. The gunfire around them suddenly became intense.

For the Pioneer 2 with night vision, the bleak battlefield does not affect combat effectiveness, but rather because of the electronic eye that can clearly distinguish the night environment. But the opposite side was not vegetarian either, the chariot tracks crushed the makeshift obstacles around the camp, and the large-caliber chariot guns poured artillery fire on suspicious firing points. Each cannon sound meant that a cloud of blood mist rushed into the air along with a large number of mechanical parts.

The mercenaries who slept in the barracks became the first victims. After the first wave of visually guided tactical missiles landed, the tank guns bombarded the camp with precise coverage.

The Clock Tower personnel had already evacuated, leaving the two hundred android warriors who were blocking the opposite side to hide in the nearby fortified positions, constantly blocking the opponent's advance.

At this moment, the Clock Tower personnel are like a long snake, and Paulson's group, which makes up the head reconnaissance unit, is facing the difficult forward base. Although it effectively destroyed some of the opponent's combat vehicles and artillery positions, it was also severely suppressed by the opponent's transcendent.

Three new-age chariots, the Red Scorpion, and five hundred android soldiers in a wide area of skirmishers, followed the footprints of their heads and quickly chased after them. It is hoped that it will be able to arrive and put into the battlefield as soon as possible. It can be seen that whoever controls the forward base first means who has obtained a decisive bargaining chip on the scale of war.

More than three hundred android soldiers in the tail and on both flanks are doing everything they can to slow off the enemy coming at them from all directions. If you let the other side bite tightly in the middle of the troops. It's the equivalent of fighting a siege battle in the intricate alleys of the city. This is something that the Clock Tower side does not want to see.

Harris began to move, and he was faintly excited. Both sides played their cards, and the battle had reached a critical juncture.

Jeeps sped by.

A figure ran through the undulating ruins, moving from house to house.

The little guy managed to get Harris's attention, and he glanced over the speeding jeep, which was so fast that he could only see a silhouette hiding in a collapsed house.

He's alive?

What a lucky little guy!

Harris obviously recognized the other, but it was just an insignificant person, and he didn't pay too much attention to it. Then he turned his gaze ahead.

Ahead.

Even from a distance of several kilometers, you can see the blurry light shining brightly on the lights.

The Scavenger Rescue Society's most important base in C23. Multi-functional heavy industry industrial park.

.......

There was a constant whistling of shells. Sometimes it's farther away, sometimes it's closer.

Ye Suqin kept moving. The explosions and the smoke were his excellent cover. He would never stay in the same place for too long. The air was full of shells, and he didn't know if the next batch would fall right on top of his head.

In the darkness of the night, the rifle became an ornament. There were hundreds of fierce battles in the vicinity, and even fewer enemies lurking in the darkness. The rash firing was undoubtedly as striking as the stars in the night, telling the enemy within a radius of 100 meters that I was here.

On either side were red-eyed soldiers, one by one excitedly pulling the trigger behind the ruins of the broken wall, and the tongue of fire from the rifle muzzle was pulled out. Ye Guqin's whole person seemed to be one with the darkness, and his steps were light and agile, like a cat walking silently on the roof. Even jumping from a three-meter-high building didn't make the slightest sound. After landing on the ground, he pulled out the dagger and leaned it up from behind, and the sharp tip of the dagger was gently sent into the neck of the unaware soldier, and the hot blood splattered wildly. Ye Guqin covered the opponent's mouth and nose and dragged him down from the shooting position, took the opponent's rifle almost smoothly, and drew half a circle in front of him.

Bullets swept out in rows, and rubble flew off. The four or five accomplices in front of them spurted large clumps of plasma and fell down one by one.

After solving this assault squad, Ye Suqin left non-stop. As soon as he withdrew on the front foot, bullets from other firing points behind him bit his heel and followed.

Ten seconds later, a rocket came with a tail flame and blew the abandoned house into rubble.

Ye Suqin fled in the streets and alleys in a daze. He had a vague sense that something was wrong. The firepower is too densely distributed, and there are seventy or eighty armed men in such a small neighborhood near him, so there are nearly 2,000 enemy troops within a radius of several kilometers.

According to the intelligence, the total strength of the rescue committee is only 16700. In the war to capture the 22nd and 23rd districts, although there are no effective statistics, there are still five or six hundred casualties. Now there are 2,000 soldiers in ambush, not counting the opposing reserve's troops and the fighting troops in front, so under the unification of the cage, wouldn't it be this night battle, with no less than 3,000 troops invested on the opposite side, or even more.

Although in this era, there is not much essential difference between ordinary people and soldiers. Basically, if you put a gun, you are a soldier, and if you put down a gun, you are a citizen. The rescue society has a total population of more than 10,000, and it is common sense to pull out a team of thousands of people at a critical juncture. Women and children have to go to war these days. But strangely, along the way, he did not meet children and women carrying guns, all young men. There are thick calluses on both the thumb and index finger, which are the traces of years of training, not cannon fodder that has been armed casually by the strong man.

In other words, these sieges were all regular troops. Then there is a major mistake in your own intelligence.

After figuring out this part, Ye Suqin shook his head. There is no doubt that this seemingly ordinary rescue society, the actual force is far above that of Carterit, the other party is inconspicuous, and it is indeed a behemoth underneath.

This war is intertwined between two super-mega organizations. For a small person like him, is there really a need to participate? He completed the task of leading the way anyway. It's not too late to get back to the dust. Anyway, no one cares about the escape of a little person like him.

The girl with short hair seemed to emerge in front of me. sassy and heroic, capable demeanor, holding his face, crying, and personally saying that he wanted him to go back alive.

He promised her.

Ye Suqin's eyes gradually became firm, and he no longer hesitated.

His footsteps paused slightly, and he just rushed out of the mouth of a small alley, and on the concrete-paved street, an old Sherman tank slowly drove in front of him, and several Suitan infantry turned their heads in confusion.

The conflict erupted in the next second.