Chapter 280, Downtime
Although they had only taken down three bunkers so far, Anatoly believed that they had completed the most difficult step of the battle.
Even though, the enemy still had eight bunkers in the direction they were facing, but they were able to take down three of the eleven bunkers without paying any cost. After the firepower was reduced by nearly one third, it would not be difficult for them to take down eight more by the same method.
It was nothing more than two or three attacks with decreasing pressure.
And this is indeed the case.
Not only was the team led by Anatoli unstoppable, but the situation on the other four battlefields was similar.
…
When the team led by Anatoly was breaking through one bunker after another and launching towards the core area of the missile silo, they found a man named Iron Fachs sitting at their target location.
Here, only her upper body, head and face still looked human, while her lower body had completely turned into a mechanical monster, like an eight-legged mechanical spider.
Light flashed in her lake-blue eyes. Her logical brain wove one battle command after another and sent them to the cyborg combat troops on the front line. At the same time, one battle message after another from the front line was also transmitted to her mind.
Her combat logic system quickly processed these things.
This should all be very organized.
Logical calculation, issuing instructions, front-line action, information feedback, and then logical calculation again...
This cycle continued over and over again. The entire battle situation should have been running in Iron Fachers' mind like an icy yet strangely beautiful machine.
But the actual situation is completely different.
The information and logical operations in her mind were full of "confusion" and "errors".
"We have encountered an attack. Three Falcon speedboats have been detected. Anti-aircraft firepower is blocking them..."
"The Wind Falcon slows down, and it seems to be planning to deploy ground troops. We are preparing to launch a full-scale attack when it is stationary..."
"Information feedback: The Wind Falcon has not stopped! A ground force jumped from 13.2 meters in the air while the aircraft was flying, which exceeded expectations!"
"Correcting calculations... The target is confirmed to be a Space Marine. Calculating the firepower arrangement for the front bunker... Calculating the deployment of supporting forces..."
"It is expected that the outer bunkers can hold out for more than 30 minutes. The mobilization route of the cyborg troops has been determined... Error, the reinforcements have been eliminated!"
"Correcting the Space Marines' firearms power assessment... Error! The bunker was lost in six minutes, and the expected defense effect cannot be achieved! Recalculate the reinforcement requirements. Rearrange the firepower layout of the 2nd bunker..."
"Error! The second-floor bunker cannot be defended any longer! Correcting and evaluating the shooting accuracy of the Space Marines..."
It’s a mess, everything is a mess!
Everything in Iron Fats's mechanical brain was in a state of confusion.
All plans would go wrong when they were just made or even halfway through, and they would be forced to be revised; after the revisions, mistakes would occur again; unexpected situations would occur one after another.
She was already a mechanical creature, and in her cold - oh, now quite hot - mind, there would no longer be any panic.
But there is another situation that is even worse than this: downtime.
At a certain stage of the logical operation, perhaps there was some kind of calculation conflict, or perhaps the computing power was simply insufficient. Iron Fachs' eyes flashed quickly, but he did not send out any instructions for a long time.
This was reflected on the front battlefield where Anato's team suddenly felt that the firepower they were facing became chaotic.
Although these blocking forces, whether light or heavy machine guns or a small amount of individual anti-armor firepower, did not pose any effective threat to them, it must be admitted that no matter how the enemy's firepower was hit, it was a bit rigid, but generally speaking, it was still in order.
At this moment, even the advantage of "orderliness" is lost.
Anatoly did not hesitate. He accurately seized the opportunity and led his team to charge forward. Compared with earlier attempts, he captured and destroyed the third-level bunker complex more easily.
At this moment, they are already very close to the core position of the launch silo.
Anato had no intention of stopping or resting. At this moment, the best option was to complete the task in one go.
Relying on the two emptied bunkers, four Space Marines, one on the left and one on the right, provided cover with firepower, killing a large number of the dizzy and even inexplicably running out of the bunkers.
Anato and his two other combat brothers were about two meters apart and were running quickly towards the missile silo.
All three of them were carrying high-yield melta bombs. Just one bomb was enough to destroy a large area.
Anato estimated that he and his battle brothers only needed to place two thermal bombs in the right position to destroy the missile silo.
And it is not difficult for them to do this.
The enemy could no longer stop them, and Anato had already found the most suitable installation location and told his other two brothers through the communication system in the helmet.
What follows should be simple: arrive at the destination, install, and then evacuate.
However, at this moment, a sound like a swarm of bees reached Anatole's ears.
He immediately became alert.
But he did not slow down. After all, his mission target was ahead, and he would go there no matter what happened. He just raised his vigilance and warned all his battle brothers.
And in the next moment, a sky full of aircraft flew out from the missile silo!
It was a huge group of drones. Each black body was less than half a meter in diameter, and they didn't even carry any reliable weapons.
However, Anato's heart was filled with alarm.
With his superhumanly enhanced vision, he could clearly see that almost every drone had a bomb tied to it.
Obviously, the attack method of these drones is not to use high-tech weapons. All those fancy tricks are useless. The most reliable method is the solid suicide attack of drones.
Conventional bullets cannot penetrate the power armor on the Phoenixes, but what about suicide drones?
One explosion won’t cause any trouble, but what about ten?
There are more than a hundred of them appearing before our eyes.
The severe test finally arrived.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
