Chapter 4: Is this a robot servant?
"pity."
Gu Hang, holding a telescope, uttered these two words.
He regretted that the enemy reacted quickly and took action before the bombardment began, otherwise the bombardment would have been more effective;
He regretted that his side still lacked firepower. If the 60mm mortar was replaced with a large-caliber howitzer, the infantry would only have to clean up the battlefield, and the main problem could be solved directly by the artillery.
But given the conditions, there is nothing we can do.
All in all, after two rounds of bombardment, the enemy lost one-third of its combat power. Although it seemed that there was still a chance to fight two or three more rounds later, it was estimated that the effect would not be so good.
The remaining enemies will eventually have to be dealt with by the infantry.
On the other hand, Patel, who was standing next to him, seemed to be enjoying the show.
From the information collected by the survivors, he already knew that, except for the dead, most of his people had been transferred to the prisoners' lair and were being held under guard, so there was no need to worry about accidental casualties when shelling the temporary camp.
So, he was really happy to see these bandits who were endangering his hometown being bombed. After a few rounds of artillery fire, the place was in a mess and there were countless casualties.
Governor, kill all these bandits! I, Patel, am willing to serve you for my whole life!
Just as he was thinking this, he saw the Governor put away his telescope and signaled the soldiers standing guard nearby to move forward.
He hurried to catch up.
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Accurately find the target, open fire, and kill.
Feeling the slight warmth from the HS3 'Eagle' electromagnetic rifle in his hand transmitted to his cheek, Yan Fangxu felt relieved.
The situation on the battlefield is always changing. He thought that taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, the mortar position could launch multiple rounds of bombardment, which would cause a devastating blow to these indigenous bandits. Most of the remaining people should be dizzy from the bombing, and he would only need to clean up the battlefield and eliminate some surviving enemies when he brought the infantry up.
But unexpectedly, the enemy was very sharp.
Even if they are just wasteland raiders, they should not be underestimated.
The enemy had already dispersed several squads, forcing him to launch an attack immediately, otherwise he would be discovered by the enemy. The artillery bombardment was launched a few minutes in advance, and the infantry he led also needed to annihilate the enemy squads at a distance of hundreds of meters from the enemy camp.
It's not difficult to destroy these bandit squads.
But he felt a little bored in the following battle.
The damage caused by the mortar was smaller than expected, so he had to take his infantry to deal with it.
Winning is fine, but what about losing?
If we fight a group of wasteland bandits and gain the upper hand, but end up with many deaths, that would be too embarrassing. Moreover, too much loss would affect the Governor's plan.
He had full confidence in the thirty marines he had brought down from the starship, but not necessarily in the servitors. They were cannon fodder, their equipment was rubbish, and more importantly, the fighting instinct implanted in the servitors' brains was also for cannon fodder, highlighting their fearlessness.
Being cannon fodder is an advantage, but being a regular soldier may not be.
He was really afraid that these mechanical servants would be too reckless and too many of them would die.
But after the battle started, he immediately felt much more at ease.
When destroying several raider squads on the periphery, these servitors did not show much specialness. After all, they had taken care of the main targets with the Marines. The special operations mode was what the Marines were good at, not to mention that they were equipped with auxiliary aiming, rapid search, precision shooting units...all kinds of accessories. Whether in terms of training or equipment level, they had a crushing advantage over the raiders, and it was normal for them to be defeated without any injuries.
The mecha soldiers who didn't get a chance to show off their abilities, showed excellent qualities during the attack on the camp.
They did not rush out like cannon fodder; each squad maintained a skirmish formation, advancing outward in groups of three. There were assaulters, fire support, and squad machine guns in the back to suppress and accompany the advance; although the mortar position one kilometer away could not cause particularly good damage, it could also continuously throw shells to accompany the soldiers forward and suppress the enemy's firepower.
The tactical movements of these mecha soldiers, in his elite eyes, although somewhat rigid, were sufficiently standard and effective.
Those looters who wanted to break out were trapped in the camp and couldn't get out.
They could only fire some bullets from inside occasionally, but their accuracy was poor and they dared not even show their heads, let alone aim and shoot.
Soon, several assault teams entered the camp. The servitors were still very skilled, advancing alternately, cross-covering, cutting at multiple angles, taking care of blind spots...all the necessary technical moves were used.
Those bandits thought they could finally launch some substantial counterattacks at close range, but what they encountered was still ruthless slaughter by the mecha soldiers.
Of course, the mecha soldiers were definitely not invincible. In close combat, casualties were inevitable, but it was much better than Yan Fangxu had expected.
Is the training conducted by the Governor really effective?
It's not just a face-saving project, it can actually improve combat effectiveness in combat.
Three hundred cannon fodders turned into three hundred regular troops. The change happened in such a short time. He really found it incredible.
But that's a good thing.
With the Mechanical Servant Battalion at such a high level, he finally didn't have to worry about suffering too much loss in the siege.
Those bandits could not resist the attack of the mecha soldiers at all.
This battle is a sure win.
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Yan Fangxu found it unbelievable, and Kagana was truly in despair.
His reaction was quick, but he still couldn't save his fate.
His brothers were trapped in the camp and only had less than half of their men left.
The whistling mortars had stopped bombarding, because they were afraid of accidental injuries. He thought that this would give him a break and even a chance to launch a counterattack, but it didn't happen. The attacking soldiers with mechanical eyes were what made him most desperate.
He had heard of things like "mechanical servants", and some big forces also had them, but they were just like slave laborers.
They don't think proactively, they can only follow orders and do some low-end repetitive physical labor, they are not suitable to be trained as soldiers, if they insist on doing so, they will only get a bunch of cannon fodder. If we really want to talk about their advantages, then they are only not leaking secrets, absolute loyalty, and absolute obedience.
And these now are mechanical servants?
Is there such an outrageous robot servant?
There was no idiocy in their cold eyes, only ruthlessness. They were well-trained, swift, and methodically slaughtered his men.
Fight back?
Many of his bandits did try to fight back, but the sporadic counterattacks were useless. Occasionally, the mechanical servants were injured, but that did not affect their spirits at all. Even hiding in temporary houses made of construction waste and rubble was useless. Those mechanical servants would throw two or three grenades in succession, and then enter with guns without hesitation, not afraid of casualties, but often there would be no casualties, and they would be able to kill the bandits who resisted stubbornly.
Now, he knew, it was all over.
His temporary camp had been blown to pieces, with fragments and craters everywhere; his brothers were killed and wounded everywhere, some were killed by explosions, some were killed by shrapnel, some were shot to pieces by well-equipped soldiers with electromagnetic rifles, and some were shot at close range by the robot soldiers...
The 'prisoner of death' is already dead.
But Kaga had one last trick up his sleeve.
His tribe was doomed, but perhaps he still had a chance to survive.
He took out a palm-sized dirty green glass bottle from his pocket, and he was hesitant. He had seen what happened to people who drank this stuff, and it was probably not much better than death.
But if he didn't drink it, he would die now.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the cork, and gulped down the potion.
(End of this chapter)
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