Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1121 - 364: Six Walnuts

When the news that the frontline position had fallen and the troops began retreating reached Lancaster, not only he, but even Hardlin and that Major General didn’t know what to say.The defending forces on the front line hadn’t even held out long enough for the support of the armored company and helicopters, and they ran, utterly defeated.

Lancaster stared at this news and looked at Hardlin, his gaze unwavering.

"My ancestors, under the command of Marshal Pétain, wielding rifles fought with the Germans at Verdun for a trench, engaging dozens of times in three days, sacrificing thousands of people, with at least ten shells falling on every inch of land, and every piece of soil soaked with the blood of Europeans.

And you, and your men couldn’t hold out in a trench battle even once? Being defeated, helmets lost, just from one charge from the enemy?!

This is your army!!!"

By the end, he almost roared it out, his finger jabbing Hardlin’s chest so forcefully as if he wanted to poke a bloody hole through it.

Yet, clearly, Lancaster didn’t consider what thoughts went through his ancestors’ minds when they wielded those rifles, willing to risk their lives fighting against the Germans, what sustained them not to retreat even under a sky full of artillery fire.

He was only angry at the weak will to fight of these Cuban soldiers.

Blaming it in the end on cultural and racial issues.

Trash countries thus have trash citizens, so naturally, the army is trash.

Hardlin stumbled back several steps after the jab.

He couldn’t understand why the enemy not only organized forces exceeding their expectations, but also was superior in artillery strike speed, accuracy, and drone deployment.

It’s not scientific!

Lancaster pointed to the command room door.

"Now, immediately, go organize forces and launch a counterattack, reclaim the position!"

If they were penetrated and encircled, the losses would be severe for the defending forces on the frontline position. Though he didn’t care about their lives, the outcome concerned his reputation.

Hardlin fled the command room as if afraid if he walked any slower, the evidently well-connected European consultant would knock his head off.

Of course, inwardly he was definitely irritated, so when leaving the command room, seeing the accompanying military advisor looking at him with a peculiar expression, he couldn’t hold back his anger.

"What are you looking at? Damn it..."

After swearing, he panted and asked

"Which unit is closest to high ground 113?"

"Fourth Mechanized Infantry Company."

"Tell them, at all costs, charge up and block the breach, and if they let people in, I’ll smash their captain’s clay pot!"

"Yes."

The accompanying military advisor was Hardlin’s confidant, having access to all the radio channels of the subordinate troops, efficient in his duties.

After notifying, he was also well aware of his superior’s temperament.

"That European guy doesn’t know what’s good, or maybe we should..."

He gestured a throat-cutting motion.

In the eyes of these local snakes, regardless of whether you’re from Europe or Africa, this is their turf, why should they be ordered around by an outsider?

"You damn fool..."

Hardlin cursed in a low voice but also knew the other was merely venting for him, not really planning on doing anything to the European noble.

Moreover, Hardlin wasn’t stupid. He sneered coldly after speaking.

"Listen up, isn’t he the one wanting to command? Then let him command. Whatever he wants us to do, we do it, wherever he wants us to go, we go. Do your jobs well, okay?"

Subordinates opposing superiors often won’t confront directly, either passively resist, dragging a journey of one day to three, or execute a task at 200%, doing it to mess everything up.

Having stayed with Hardlin for so long, the accompanying military advisor certainly understood the implication.

"Understood, I will arrange it right away."

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When the tip-of-the-spear platoon broke through the trench, the armored company immediately followed and inserted into the position.

The gap between the forces was thoroughly exposed at this moment.

The drones covering the sky over the entire battlefield constructed an information matrix through fiber optic relay, enveloping the ground, able to engage with enemy drones under the control of players and aided by Sky Net, gather information, filter useful data, and then distribute it to the platoon, squad, and even individual soldier combat units.

Compared to the incident at Dog Town, after undergoing several rounds of learning, Sky Net matured significantly.

And in the Komodo cockpit, Cheese Snow Leopard, through the photoelectric display spread throughout the tank’s body and vehicle neural transmission devices, he wasn’t only able to control the tank by himself, use multitasking to simultaneously control the smart machine gun, main gun, and rocket launcher; he also directed the entire tank as if it were part of his body.

Just the fierce electronic warfare on both sides caused some radar interference, though not affecting the operation.

[Sky Net: Enemy armored unit detected in front left 1873 meters, smoke poses a serious threat to our frontline infantry]

[Cheese Snow Leopard: Acknowledged, turn the turret, watch me give them a hard hit]

Clang clank

The turret rotated, the gun barrel angle accurately calibrated, the automatic loader loaded the shell.

The enemy tank in the firing range had yet to emerge from their own deployed smoke screen.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The shell hit dead center, the 75mm armor fragile as paper before the 120 mortar, the shaped charge stream pierced through the armor, the flames and high-temperature fragments instantly engulfing the entire tank crew.

Their active defense systems had already been mostly depleted by the tip-of-the-spear platoon’s anti-tank squad beforehand.