Players Invade Cyberpunk
Chapter 1343 - 436: Damn It, You’re Hitting Friendly Forces! (Part 2)Chapter 1343: Chapter 436: Damn It, You’re Hitting Friendly Forces! (Part 2)
After all, the opposing ship definitely isn’t lacking electromagnetic cannons or plasma emitters, and who knows, they might even have some fancy force field generators.
Even Family Joy frowned slightly.
Hypersonic missiles and such are still within the realm of possibility, but this direct physical invisibility plus force field shield is quite difficult to handle.
"Force field shield...."
Wildman murmured softly after a long pause.
"If we continue like this... will our prepared wolf pack tactics be of any use?"
The Commander-in-Chief held a pessimistic view.
"I’m afraid not. We don’t even know how to penetrate the opponent’s shield unless we are willing to use human lives to stall for the duration."
"Not necessarily."
After Family Joy replayed the segments multiple times in slow motion, he decisively made a decision.
"Just now, Huang Ban’s missiles penetrated the shield twice, indicating that the shield can still be breached. The duration is just very short, requiring some specific technology, and we need to find a way to obtain this technology."
"We can ask Sea Superman; he came out from Military Science and might have some information on this."
"Get the engineering corps to quickly repair the runway and the docks; the Dragon Field Soldiers and Cuban Volunteer Soldiers need to withdraw from Cuba; this is no longer a war they can be involved in."
"Additionally, the conventional military equipment needs reform; the production cost and process cycle of cybernetic body parts are too long; replace all with simplified exoskeletons and peripherals..."
The players understood everything else, but what is this about conventional equipment reform?
Seeing the confused expressions of everyone, Family Joy explained.
"Not long ago, the psychological test results for Dragon Field Soldiers came out; 3% of them exhibited early symptoms of cyber-psychosis, and the replacement of four-limb prosthetics still imposes significant nerve strain on them.
The combat effectiveness of cybernetic soldiers is not significantly improved compared to exoskeletons. The production process is more complex and not durable; small-scale assembly is fine, but once the quantity expands to millions, the logistics pressure becomes very great."
"Moreover, the situation is more severe than we imagined; we must maximize productivity and convert it into combat effectiveness with utmost efficiency...."
Before he finished speaking, the piercing alarm sounded again.
"Wisconsin’s shipborne radar detected the enemy air force approaching in large numbers; they cannot intercept them all—prepare for attack!"
Every wave of attack followed by another. The heavy pressure brought on by the European Community’s official involvement made all the players tense up.
Wildman: "How many marauders can currently deploy?"
Sky Net: "Many units are damaged, and there are fewer than 200 left."
"Deploy them all!"
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If there’s anyone who’d be happiest about the European Community coming, it’d definitely be the European soldiers in the POW camp.
They were exuberantly beating gongs and drums, even hand-in-hand dancing, feeling they could finally be rescued from this damn POW camp.
Especially the few officers were the happiest; during this time, they had to wash their own shoes and socks, make their own beds, and eat the same food as the rank-and-file soldiers, which made them terribly aggrieved.
"Finally, we can go home! Haha!"
"Once I’m out, I’m going to immediately let my mom know I’m safe and have her make a hot chocolate pie waiting for me at home; I’ve had enough of this damn bean noodle stew!"
"Guess how many days they will take to get here, a week or five days? Can we get back to the barracks by Sunday?"
Some were even boasting to the guards and Cuban soldiers.
"Sorry guys, when my comrades arrive, I’ll put in a good word to spare your lives; we’ve been getting along not too badly these days; I don’t hate you anymore, honestly."
As for the lessons the guards gave them these days, those were all forgotten.
The three countries were celebrating; only the Cuban soldiers were watching coldly from the side.
How to put it...
Maybe it’s just inertia or seeing things through their own experience, but they didn’t think the European Community’s forces traveled all the way here just to save prisoners of war.
At least from these days of interaction, they found that these European soldiers weren’t treated much better than them; perhaps their equipment and food were decent, but their status was nothing special.
Everyone is cannon fodder; no one is more noble than another.
At least Nightmare isn’t going to dispatch troops to rescue them on purpose.
Woo——
The piercing air raid alarm sounded in the POW camp, and the guards shouted for the prisoners to quickly enter the air-raid shelters they had dug themselves.
The Cuban soldiers swiftly rushed into the air-raid shelters as if their legs had wings, while the European soldiers still didn’t believe it. They were convinced this air raid couldn’t possibly be targeting the POW camp.
After all, there were no high-value targets around the POW camp, and it was also marked with a big red cross.
As the defense systems used up all their ammunition, and Military Technology aircraft and marauders tangled with the enemy forces which outnumbered them, some strike aircraft broke through the defense network and reached the rear.
Seeing the white trails appearing on the horizon, the soldiers became even more ecstatic; they ignored the guards’ shouts, rushing to the flat ground, waving their hands skyward, shouting loudly.
"Over here! We’re over here!"
"Come rescue us!"
"Brothers, look over here!"
Some even felt this wasn’t conspicuous enough and simply used their electronic lighters to set their clothes on fire, tying them to a pole to wave.
Their actions were successful; the pilots quickly spotted the large-scale facilities on the ground and began to turn around.
"Shark-43 calling headquarters, I found the mission location."
"Execute the mission."
"Received."
When they saw the aircraft turning, the prisoners were overjoyed; amidst the emotional moment, some among them even embraced each other with wild kisses.
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