It was hell and a nightmare.

Some of the dilapidated but warm cottages had been burned down, the flames dancing as if the sky was about to burn, and in the blood-red firelight, people clenched their weapons to fight the steel monsters that struck at the chrysalis.

It was a relentless ravage, but it was also an awe-inspiring resistance.

The artillery type did not have any armor protection, almost every gram of weight was used for the weight and recoil when firing the gun, and even the mobility was limited to the extent that it could carry the heavy gun to move the gun position, and the movement process was slow and clumsy. However, considering that artillery types are rarely deployed to the front line, and there is no need to worry about the opponent's counterattack artillery fire to kill and injure the members of the artillery crew, the lack of armor protection is actually not a problem.

In fact, even if you are directly on the front line and fight within visual distance, as you are now, there is still no problem.

The newly launched Recon and Melee types are like ants defending the Queen, guarding the artillery type like soldiers, preventing any living creatures from approaching the artillery type, and behind the artillery type is stacking a large number of shells, and the support type is installing fuses on these shells, at which time a single grenade can turn the entire artillery position into an erupting volcano. Tough as the "Legion" is unlikely to survive a chain explosion at an ammunition depot.

The guerrillas watched with hatred from their hideouts as they piled up a hill of ammunition, and for a long second they engraved the alluring sight in their minds, and the next they were driven back behind cover by a string of 12.7mm with regret and resentment.

Drawing on the previous lessons, the new Recon is no longer limited to the number of ammunition (7.92mm machine gun cartridges can carry more than 12.7mm machine gun cartridges within the same airdrop allowable load), and is equipped with a large-caliber heavy machine gun, and it is also specially equipped with tracer incendiary grenades. The fate of being hit by this bullet is very miserable, because it reduces the penetration, and it will not directly tear the human body in half or open a basin-sized hole in the chest like an armor-piercing bullet. After penetrating the protective layer of quilt and earth, tracer incendiary bombs will plunge headlong into the human body, and then remain in the human body to continue burning, and the high temperature and poison released by the burning of yellow phosphorus will quickly cause the victim to die of dehydration and kidney failure, unless the head is concentrated, the victim will witness the process of shriveling down and turning into a skeleton.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely cruel weapon, but compared to the "Legion", it is nothing.

After witnessing certain patterns of behavior of the "legion", the partisans would try to get the last bullet into their heads, or pull a grenade to blow their heads apart, as long as they had a breath left. In addition to avoiding being treated like a butcher by the "Legion" through self-determination, even after death, he was locked in that iron sheet while wandering the world and slaughtering his own kind.

Even going to hell for suicide is 10,000 times better than being a "legion" - that's the unanimous opinion of all.

But even if you understand this and realize that not everyone can escape the clutches of hunting for brains, let alone have the power and ability to end themselves.

A woman rushed out of the burning house with a baby in her arms, and before she could cross the street less than five meters wide and enter another unlit house, a triple shot shaved off her feet. The moment he lost his balance and fell to the ground, the baby in his hand also fell out, the child who felt the pain of the impact cried loudly, the mother gritted her teeth and crawled towards the crying child, and the black and red blood dragged an unbearable blood path on the ground.

Just a few steps away from touching the baby, the crying stopped abruptly.

- Target exclusion.

- Confirm the exclusion.

-- Newly discovered individuals are tentatively designated as "intelligence providers" and dismantled and analyzed.

- Understood.

After the machines whispered in the network beyond the reach of human senses, and after a quick exchange of intelligence commands, several support support types crawled out from behind the reconnaissance type, wielding cutters and scalpels, and gradually approached the screaming and crying mother......

For the "legion", the most valuable individual targets are, of course, the "people in the high castle", which is the highest priority, followed by the guerrillas, who can provide reference for the analysis and decipherment of guerrilla tactics, and finally the ordinary civilians, who, although they have little combat experience, can at least dig up information from those heads to see if they can find clues to the highest priority targets.

The immature infant brain, with no intelligence, is worthless to the "Legion" and is a low-value target that must be disposed of.

Valuable ones are broken down and scanned, and non-valuable ones are disposed of immediately.

The values of the machine are so simple and clear.

The swarmed support type drowned out the woman along with her screams, and the robotic arm quickly tore off the scalp and turned over the skull, tearing the body to pieces without the slightest respect for the deceased.

- Monsters.

Outpouring their resentment, the partisans clenched their weapons.

If possible, they are willing, even desperate, to die with the "legion", not to say that they are suicide volunteers, or that they are fanatical religious believers who are happy to prove their faith through acts akin to "dedication". They just don't want to end their lives that way, and even if they want to die, they have to choose the way they die, sending their taunts to the empire with burning scrap iron slag, and avenging their unfortunate companions who have taken the lead with an arrow.

This was arguably the only means of resistance they could do.

It can be said to be extremely humble;

It can also be said to be a noble self-esteem that is impossible to look at;

Coldly gazing at the "legion" that was shrinking the encirclement little by little, the guerrillas either showed a contemptuous smile or lit a cigarette in their mouths, their expressions relaxed with a hint of relief joy, full of free-spirited smiles that were enough to sweep away the gloom in their hearts.

There is no need for explanation, everyone understands that the final moment is approaching, and the scythe of death is about to fall on their heads.

But so what?

People are destined to die the moment they are born, but no one commits suicide because they know that they will die one day.

Even if you can't choose whether or not to go to the guillotine, you can at least decide how you want to appear. Don't cry and mourn in the invective and mockery of the empire, but walk up to the execution table with your head held high and thoroughly implement your beliefs.

Even if—no—it is precisely because I know that what awaits me at that end is a meaningless, inevitable tragic death.

- Call in Tactical Network 12, and the remnants of the enemy army will be concentrated.

- Confirmed. It is recommended to use anesthetic gas warheads to carry out capture and intelligence-gathering operations as much as possible without damaging brain tissue.

- Command confirmation, warhead loading.

Warheads filled with fentanyl gas are pushed into the chamber of the gun, which works quickly and can make a person fall asleep in a very short time. However, because the effect is too strong, it is difficult to grasp the dosage, and it is often due to excessive inhalation that the muscles are weak, so that they cannot breathe on their own and suffocate to death. In a way, it can almost be considered a lethal incapacitating gas, and it is only used on special occasions such as tough battles where hostages need to be rescued.

In the physical condition of the partisans and villagers, the use of such gases was almost indistinguishable from lethal gases, and everyone was bound to die.

But for the "Legion", this is enough.

They need undestroyed brains that store complete information, and they don't need a living person to speak.

Just as the artillery type was calculating the impact point and preparing to shoot, a command spread rapidly through the tactical network.

- Confirm that the primary objective is present, and that all combat units have the highest priority of capturing the target "The Man in the High Castle".

All the bodies turned around together, and the electronic cameras that lit up red focused on a point in the sky.

In the sky, where the army of the undead is watching, symbolizing possibility, a spirit beast with a horn is galloping.