Earth Invasion

Chapter 225 All Quiet on the Western Front

In the eastern coastal area, when the two sides were already fighting in the dark, a large area westward from Alchigor Lindao was still silent.Whether it's the earthlings sitting on all-terrain vehicles or the Assyrians riding horses, they are all doing a boring thing - hurrying.

There is a difference of more than 300 kilometers in the depth of the east and west routes. Of course, this is only a straight-line distance. If you really follow the road, there will be nearly [-] kilometers more.If calculated according to the roads on the earth, it takes only one morning to rely on the wheels of an ordinary fuel cell car, and it takes an hour and a half if it is an air bus.But according to the traffic situation on the Assyrian planet, it is estimated that it will take two days to walk.

This is just counting the wheels of the car. If you count the Assyrians riding horses, the time will be doubled.Even if the Assyrians were driven away as soon as possible, a week would be considered fast.

In short, the battle on the Western Front unfolded much slower than the Eastern Front.And this is not a battle, what kind of battle is a hunting trip of a group of PMC companies.

In fact, they were traveling much slower than expected.Because the Assyrians were doing foreign work, those conspiracy-minded adventurers were on guard against each other, and no one was willing to show their backs to each other.The eastern front is fine, and soon they will encounter the enemy and enter the battle. These people on the western front are getting more and more disliked by each other, and they are walking slower and slower.In the end, it developed to the point where in order to guard against each other, the frontline soldiers were no longer just looking at each other.

If this state is not exploited by others, it is called unreasonable.

In the previous battlefield information interception activities, under the command of Dongfang Hao, the Selaronte coalition forces not only accomplished the goal of killing the opponent's reconnaissance force, but also sprinkled a lot on the entire calculated route of the opponent's advance. hidden stake.These elite squads of Selaronte allied forces equipped with PA and exoskeletons are good at camouflage, and with such a wide battlefield front, there are many gaps left.Many of their combat groups have lurked to the flanks or even the rear of these adventurer teams on the western front.

When people on earth began to suspect each other and be wary of each other, the opportunity for these groups came.

An unnamed village 170 kilometers north of Oak Ridge.

In Kilcoyne such nameless villages abound.Although the land here is not as fertile as that in the land of alfalfa, there is a small village not far away from these places embraced by various surface runoffs.People are engaged in agriculture such as planting and breeding. From a distance, you can see towering windmills and waterwheel mills in many places.Of course, steam mills can also be seen in larger places.

However, judging from the dilapidation of the towering windmill, the village has been abandoned, and the flat fields are full of weeds that have begun to turn yellow, and occasionally some wheat and the like.

A PMC company team from Earth happened to pass by here. After a boring day of walking, these people desperately hoped to find a place where there are people, so that they could have some fun.

It's a pity that there is not even a ghost in this small broken village.

"What bad luck!" A mercenary kicked open the gate of the temple in the village, and the wooden holy emblem of the goddess of the double moon hanging above the gate fell down with a bang, almost hitting his head.

Kicking the wood carving away, the mercenary in PA walked into the temple and found that there was nothing inside except some long wooden benches.

"Barry! Did you find anything?" Another mercenary also jumped off the off-road truck, talking while moving his legs.The Assyrians who followed them also jumped off their horses. Some Assyrians went straight to find something to burn, while others were preparing food and water.

"There is nothing, except some rotten wood that can be used to make a fire!" the mercenary named Barry shouted from the temple.

The mercenary at the back picked up the carved wooden holy emblem that was kicked away by Barry, and blew the soil on it, just in time for Barry who came out of it to see it.

"What are you doing, Jack."

"I found a well-carved handicraft." He waved the holy emblem in his hand.

"Crafts? That piece of rotten wood?"

"Of course, these handmade things can be sold back at a good price."

The mercenary named Barry shrugged his shoulders, expressing noncommittal to this statement.

"That's why people like you don't have economic sense." The mercenary said after carefully wiping the carved wooden holy emblem.

"Of course I know what the price of handicrafts is now, but there are so many Elfs, wouldn't it be enough to just grab a few and let them keep carving? How could it be so valuable? Jack, do you want to Money wants to go crazy."

"So you're an idiot." The mercenary named Jack carefully cleaned all the dust off the wood carving, and then held it up for Barry to take a closer look at.

"Did you see the pattern on this wood carving?"

"See, the moon, um, two moons?"

"This holy emblem called the double moon goddess is a kind of religious worship of the Assyrians. If you look carefully, you can find that although this wood carving is relatively simple, it can be seen from this wood carving that it was carved at that time. It can be seen that the people who carved this wood carving are very respectful to their religion. It contains a lot of wishes and beliefs. You think this kind of items are those with electric shock collars, Can Elf, waiting to die in a cage, carve it?"

The mercenary named Jack made a long speech there, and the hired Assyrians made all the preparations for the camp in the shortest possible time, waiting for the earthlings to enjoy their own dinner.

And in a barren field about 2000 meters away from the village, in a burrow dug artificially, a soldier of the Selaronte Allied Forces was looking out with a long periscope, and happened to see the earthling The mercenary was dancing there with the holy emblem of the goddess of the double moon.

"Damn earthlings!" The soldier cursed bitterly.

"You should say a damned hunter or a damned mercenary." Another soldier who was dozing in the cave whispered, "Mr. Zhang Mai is also from Earth, and he is going to be our prince. Isn't our stupid instructor who masters such advanced weapons also a person from Earth?"

"Shut up! You're so wordy, Wesker!"

"Okay, let me repeat the last sentence, Chris, have you found the target?" The soldier named Wesker opened his eyes, and his pale golden pupils were shining.

"I'm looking, don't rush me!" Chris, who was observing, turned the magnification of the periscope, and then slowly turned the angle.

"I seem to see, Wesker, a cylindrical car with strange pipes on it. Well, it seems that someone stuffed those strange pipes into the well! It must be the right target!"

"Okay, remember the location! We found their drinking water purification vehicle, and below it is their cooking vehicle. That should be a, um, boxy vehicle?" Wesker began to organize his weapons.The two of them wore exoskeletons, the kind adapted to use small gas turbines for long periods of time when power was hard to replenish.And in order not to be discovered by the infrared equipment of the people on earth, the exoskeletons of Wesker and Chris are closed, and they have to rely on their own muscles to move these heavy equipment.

"But their cars all look boxy, so how do you find them?"

"You're so stupid!" Wesker came out of the hole and grabbed the periscope, "Didn't you listen to what the instructor said, these hunters have big mouths, look out for any square cars with barbecue food Smoke, which one is the food truck."

The instructor they both talked about was of course Ai Cixiu, and the cook told them solemnly when they were about to perform the mission that if they encountered people on Earth, then killing the enemy was secondary, and the best way was to kill the earthlings. Kill their water trucks and kitchen trucks!

The fertile plains of Kilcoyne were not only a great place for the Assyrians who practiced agriculture, they were also a paradise for wildlife.In the wild here, you can find all kinds of prey that can provide meat and unidentified wild fruits that can satisfy your hunger.Many Assyrians who like to travel outside can even hike here with only a piece or two of bread.

But this place, which the Assyrians regard as a place where they can get food by bowing their heads, cannot be tolerated by the people on earth.

Those delicious and juicy wild fruits may contain a lot of radioactive trace elements, and the sweet river water will contain heavy metals that will poison them.The meat of wild animals that can be hunted also has radioactive substances and toxic minerals deposited in them.

Without the water purification truck and the food they carried, they could not move a single step.

In the dead of night, apart from the raging bonfire burning in the center of the small abandoned village, only the outline lights on the trucks surrounding the city were emitting faint lights.Creatures like mercenaries, if they are on Earth, they are mostly nocturnal animals. When they perform tasks, they have to arrange their rest time according to clocks and schedules.But on the Assyrian planet, they don't have to perform mission time during the current march, but there are no fun entertainments for them to enjoy the nightlife.So, after dousing themselves with alcohol, they all slip back into their sleeping bags and go to sleep.

Therefore, in the entire camp, except for two or three mercenaries who were extremely distrustful of the Assyrians and dozed off holding their guns, only the Assyrians who were assigned to watch the night remained.

Although these Assyrians have advanced weapons in their hands, the anger in their eyes is gone. They signed the contract and planned to exchange the lives of their compatriots and the wealth that belonged to the Assyrians in exchange for their own peaceful life. I no longer have the courage to shoot at the earthlings.

So, they are just a flock of sheep.

But sheep are sheep, but this does not mean that they will not play tricks on the earth, such as hearing strange sounds and keeping quiet.

One of the Assyrians watching the night heard a continuous sound like insects.Those people on Earth heard it too, but they thought it was autumn bugs, so they didn't care.

But these Assyrians knew that was far from the case.This strange chirping did not match any of Kilcoyne's nocturnal bugs.Not knowing what it was, these Assyrians decided to pretend they didn't know anything.Secretly, they began to inform the Assyrians who came with them that if something bad happened, they would run away immediately.

Of course, this kind of insect sound is not a new type of insect, but the micro gas turbines of the two exoskeletons of Wesker and Chris.Although the noise of these small things is very small, the high-frequency humming sound is enough to make people upset, and in order to camouflage, Dongfang Hao installed sound-changing devices on these exoskeleton power packs powered by gas turbines , making these eerie buzzing noises sound like bugs beating their wings.

Wesker clearly saw the faces of his compatriots in his monocular thermal imager, and the barrel of the 12MM machine gun in his hand was pointing in that direction.One flick of his finger and all these people are finished.

Putting his hand on the trigger, and then moving it away, Wesker sighed insignificantly.

I hope you can make it back to the South alive.Thinking of the fierce offensive that the Selaronte coalition forces were about to launch, he decided to let his compatriots go.Anyway, whether he can escape this catastrophe depends on their luck and whether the goddess of the double moon blesses them.

There was one long and two short insect chirps in the distance, and he knew that Chris had found his target.He hung the machine gun on the gun rack on his back, and quickly crawled away among the tall thatch.

"See that?" On the other side of the barren farmland, Chris pointed to a tank truck in the village.

"I see, what shall we do?" Wesker had already found that there seemed to be people around the large water tank truck in the monocular, and he immediately took the Gauss gun off his back.

"I'm afraid you can't shoot it with a gun." Chris whispered, "The instructor told us that when we encounter things that people on Earth don't understand, we can judge from their size. Their survivability is directly proportional to their size. In this case , Our rifles don’t seem to be good enough.”

"It's simple, just use rockets." Wesker didn't understand Chris' concerns.

"Look at the back." Chris pointed his thumb behind the two of them, "There is so much dead grass, the rocket will set the grass on fire when it launches, and we will be turned into roast chickens. "

"You're so stupid!" Wesker snatched the bazooka from Chris's back, got a few branches out of nowhere, and made a shelf to put the bazooka on.

"Listen, the instructor said that this thing is triggered periodically!"

"Oh? Why don't I know!"

"You were thinking about your girl in class! Asshole!"

……

After a while, a flash of fire suddenly flashed in the silent night sky, like a flashing firebird, plunged into the water purification tank truck of PMC Company at a very high speed!

With a bang, the flames soared into the sky!

(End of this chapter)