Strikes at enemy soldiers hiding behind buildings and bunkers in the dark of night, without the help of visible light – humans cannot imagine such a thing. In another world, the same could not be achieved until the Vietnam War. Even if the idea had been conceived for a long time, it would have been almost unthinkable for a company-platoon infantry unit to fire intermittently in the dark until air power was widely available and sighting and night vision technology were fully developed.

Of course, the guerrillas, who had no idea about advanced military technology, would not have imagined that their concealment and cover were nothing to the "legions", let alone that there was such an operation as sharing data with the descending second echelon through a data link to calibrate inter-aim shooting. Caught off guard, more than 30 guerrillas fell in pools of blood. Some of the partisans tried to move their positions to avoid the shelling, but as soon as they got ready, they were swept down by the machine guns, and the light whips woven from tracer bullets whipped back and forth to startled the unlucky ones, and the 7.92mm machine gun shells sent veterans and rookies to hell without discrimination.

It only took 30 seconds for the "Black Panther" echelon to use the bloody reality to make the partisans fully understand what the absolute combat power gap is. Judging from the firepower and tactical coordination ability displayed by those iron bumps, even a regular army infantry company will not be inferior, let alone a group of guerrillas who have only recently completed basic literacy. The guerrillas, who had never seen such ferocious firepower, almost collapsed, and the veterans fought desperately to maintain the organizational structure and command system with angry scolding and kicking, but even then some people fled out of fear, and only then did they become ghosts under the guns after not running a few steps, and the recruits were only a little quieter under the stimulation of the corpses.

If the "Panther" echelon continues to attack at this time, then the guerrillas will definitely break up on the spot, and no one can recover it. However, just when this could determine the outcome of the line, the "Panther" echelon stopped attacking again.

After completing the task of suppressing and driving away, the tactical analysis loop judged that the enemy had been driven out of a safe distance, and the next top priority task was to ensure the landing of the "Iron Fist" echelon, and then launch an attack together after receiving ammunition replenishment. Until then, the remaining ammunition will be used exclusively for defense, excluding all non-friendly targets that enter a safe distance.

In addition, there are some additional gains from the attack just now, and it is necessary to stop the attack for a while until these fruits are harvested.

With four slender legs, the rectangular body used to hold equipment and ammunition crawled out of the cemetery with three pairs of mechanical arms on the left and right sides.

However, this unarmed machine is not a harmless cutie, and there are no harmless breeds in the "Legion".

If the reconnaissance type is compared to a group of hunting hounds that charge ahead, then the support type is both an industrious worker ant and a worker bee, as well as a ferocious hyena.

Several support units shuttled from corpse to corpse, constantly rummaging over the corpse's head. If it is a corpse with an intact head, they will call their companions to come and cut the skull horizontally with a scalpel and a cutter mounted on the front of the robotic arm, and then carefully take out the intact brain marrow, carefully disassemble and scan it, and after every fold and nerve is thoroughly examined, it will be thrown on the side of the road like garbage.

The artificial intelligence composition of the "Legion" is based on the human brain. As long as it is a healthy brain, it can theoretically be scanned and copied into the central processing unit. But differences in what is scanned can also affect the performance of the AI.

Brain tissue, like muscles, has the same common denominator that develops with different levels of exercise and effectiveness.

Long-distance runners and boxers have completely different muscle densities and structures, as well as swimmers and tennis players. There are also differences in the brains that are specialized in different directions in the same humans. Even if you scan the brains of ordinary citizens and give them the Iron Body without any knowledge or combat experience to use them as warriors, even if your thinking ability is comparable to that of humans, what you don't know is not known, and what you don't know is unfamiliar. This difference will be very clear in battle.

However, if the brains of guerrillas are scanned, although the combat skills and tactical cognition are far inferior to those of the regular army, when used in counter-guerrilla warfare, artificial intelligence familiar with the mountain environment and guerrilla tactics can play a great advantage. Therefore, once the support type finds an intact guerrilla head, it will immediately carry out "harvesting" operations as soon as possible, so as to accumulate reference samples for building a "legion" specifically for anti-guerrilla warfare.

The malice of the Wehrmacht researchers is on full display through support-oriented behavior, and all human beings are equal regardless of age, gender, or status - a beautiful idea that is realized through the scalpels and cutters of the "Legion", which makes people feel disgusting and spicy irony.

What is a human being?

How do you make a living?

Could it be that people are born, have experienced the trials and tribulations of the world, and have grown up to the present, and in the end they are to be manipulated by machinery like toys?

The so-called life.

The so-called life.

The so-called alive.

Is it just to endure a curse-like fate and finally usher in a miserable end?

Deputy Captain Fabre, who has some cultural roots, let out a question like a sad cry in his heart, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble.

As a revolutionary, he considered himself ready to die, and even seriously imagined that he might be shot by a bullet, pierced by a bayonet, killed by a grenade, burned to death by flames, and hanged in full view of everyone. But after death, it will be treated like an animal and the brain will be removed...... This act of transcending pathology and trampling on human dignity terrifies even the guerrillas, who are accustomed to seeing death.

There was a sour and bitter taste in his mouth, and just when he was about to lose his breath, a pair of strong hands pressed his shoulders.

"Fabre, old friend. ”

The familiar gruff voice spoke in a calm, almost cold tone.

"I'll leave it to us here, and you can take the imps and retreat. ”

Stunned for a moment, a wave of humiliating anger surged over him, and before anger could be transformed into words of rebuttal, Renel's low, resolute voice extinguished his anger.

"The attack just now is to clear the ground for the landing of the heavenly troops, and when the iron scum in the sky falls to the ground, they will launch a full-scale attack. In our current situation, it is impossible to hold this line of defense. What we can and should do now is to hold back the enemy, to keep as many people alive as possible, and to keep the seeds of the revolution. ”

As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is the greatest honor.

But they were guerrillas, and even more so, revolutionaries.

They prefer the feeling of being alive and the beauty of life than empty words that praise death such as "the glory of dying in battle" and "defending honor with their lives", and on top of this, they are more willing to dedicate their lives for freedom and give their hearts for the light of hope called "the next generation".

Only by keeping the spark of revolution alive can one day shine a powerful light and tear through the iron curtain erected by madness, arrogance, prejudice, autocracy, and persecution.

The flower of freedom must be watered by the blood of patriots – a simple and straightforward statement of fact on a battlefield where the dignity of the dead no longer exists, and even death itself is distorted.

"But ......"

Faber still wanted to struggle, and the tough guy who didn't frown in the face of the rain of bullets and bullets actually cried in his voice.

"Nothing. I am your superior, and you should obey my orders. ”

Grabbing Faber by the collar, cutting it out and blocking what Faber wanted to say almost impersonally, Renel said in a tone that could not be denied:

"Listen, take the little devils and go down, don't let the children lose their lives in this kind of hell like, if you dare to leave a child, even if you go to hell, I will not let you go. ”

After letting go of Fabre, his rough hand did not grasp the rifle on the side, and after holding his fist full of calluses and frostbite wounds against his temple, Renel smiled.

The guerrilla detachment leader had a cheerful smile on his face, full of confidence, like a beast that relied on the strength of himself and his companions to gallop through the wilderness.

Tears overflowed, hot tears dripping from his eyes, biting his lip to prevent the whimper in his throat from leaking out, Fabre clenched his fists and saluted, and turned away without looking back.

- That's fine.

The backs of Fabre and the children quickly disappeared into darkness, and Renel muttered silently in his heart.

As long as the seeds of revolution remain, the world will not allow those devils to act arbitrarily.

"Guys, we're not going to survive this time. In Riga, we survived, in Castile we had shit luck, on the Rhine front, we still didn't die, but fate gave us the best stage to live at least as a human being, and to give our children a chance to live...... Even if no one ever knows what we're doing here, our lives are worth it. ”

Renel lit the last crumpled cigarette and smiled optimistically as he held it, smiling knowingly as the 27 veterans left behind.

They knew exactly what they were going to face, but what if they were going to launch a surprise attack on Hell?

did not succumb to despair.

Reserved without being tainted by hatred and fear.

Even if there were no flowers and applause to pay tribute to their feat, and perhaps no one would even know what was happening here in the future, the veterans remained unmoved.

Someone remembers that there was such a group of veterans, someone who knew what had happened here in the past, and someone who would continue to follow the path they had paved with their lives. One day, there will be people who will reach an end they have never seen and a future that is completely different from what they are now.

That's enough.

There is no need to continue to ask for extravagance.

“...... Let's take the place of the young people and teach the Tin Lumps and the Pointy Ears what Charlemagne is. ”

Spit out the tobacco in their mouths, and the veterans silently covered their heads with quilts, shoveled soil, splashed water, and covered them with a layer of quilts...... After covering three floors, they rushed out of their hiding places together.

Almost immediately, a furious rain of bullets rained down on them, but neither 7.92mm machine gun bullets nor prefabricated grenade fragments could do anything with the seemingly fragile quilt, in this kind of water-soaked frozen weather, the three layers of water-soaked frozen quilt were almost as hard as steel, and there was frozen soil between the quilts, and in the face of this composite armor-like protection, small arms were almost useless.

The moment the weapon was found to be ineffective, the reconnaissance type immediately waved its arthropods and ran - when more than a dozen tons of metal collided at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, it was the same with or without that layer of protection. On the contrary, the sheets soaked in water were very heavy, and they rushed over with their heads covered while holding the heavy sheets. The humans had no chance to dodge the charge.

There was nothing wrong with the judgment of the reconnaissance type.

The veterans also thought of this.

The moment the human body collided with the steel, the grenade fuse wrapped around the waist and chest burned to the end, the shrapnel and the storm ripped open the metal armor, the high-adhesion incendiary agent penetrated into the cracks of the armor on the storm, and the raging fire entangled the steel bones and internal organs, and the reconnaissance type instantly became a huge bonfire.

But even so, the "legion" still did not miss the figure that passed through the explosions and fireworks, and the last three or four people who were left were rushing quickly towards the falling "Iron Fist" echelon.

- Intercept the target.

Unlike humans, who are burned to death in the face of flames of only a few hundred degrees, the "legions" of metal remain unscathed even in 1,300 degrees of flames, and will not suffocate due to lack of oxygen and smoke. The flames could not stop their movements.

As it should be.

However.

The white phosphorus taken from the unexploded incendiary bomb released a flame of 2,000 degrees Celsius, and the current from the built-in loop gradually disappeared. It may be that the system automatically cuts off the power supply in the high temperature, or after crossing the characteristic temperature of Debye, the thermal movement of metal ions intensifies, the conductivity drops sharply, and the reconnaissance type freezes in place after only one step.

Leaving behind the reconnaissance type and the support type that hurried back to block it, Renel seemed to be running on the spring field, crashing headlong into a rocket that ended in the reverse jet and fell straight to the ground, the violent explosion detonated the flamethrower fuel tank carried by the reconnaissance type, and the burning rain of fire splashed on other airframes that could not be avoided in the air, and a ball of fire fell from the sky.

In the snow, illuminated by the flames, the mechanical undead still writhed in vain, trying to carry out the task they had been given, the silent wails of the dead drifted away and disappeared in the wind and snow, the charred steel gradually fell silent, and the stiff metal limbs stood erect in the wind and snow as if dying and struggling.

After a short silence, the sharp hiss of the glider tearing through the air sounded again, and the new "legion" had arrived on the battlefield.