The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A few minutes before 5 p.m., the Semu coalition launched a full-scale attack.

The figures of infantrymen and pickup trucks appeared and disappeared in the fog.

At around 4:45 pm, fog started to appear in Visanico for some reason, and visibility was now less than 1000 meters, and it was showing a trend of continued strengthening. The artillery fire of the Semu coalition had been affected, and the accuracy of the mortar itself was not high. Once the fog covered it, even the telescope could not see clearly.

Watson walked in the middle of the road holding an RPK light machine gun, and occasionally bullets hit the Deathstroke armor and were bounced off by the thick armor. Nearly 50 Black Light servants gathered around him, all of whom were selected from the previous rounds of battles. They had stable tactics, good marksmanship, and good physical fitness.

Every time he encountered a battle, Watson rarely took the initiative, but instead let the black light servants launch the attack.

Such high-quality enemies are often more likely to survive than rookies, so Watson would shoot them in non-lethal parts to knock them down, and transform them with the Blacklight virus after the battle. The flesh and blood of their comrades became nutrients for them to repair their bodies, and under the enhancement of the Blacklight virus, the physical functions of these new generation of Blacklight servants were greatly improved.

If nothing else, the control over gun recoil is much better.

Although they were not as stable as Watson's mechanical arm, they were clearly better than ordinary soldiers. Even by the training standards of the federal infantry, these guys were at the elite level. They also had excellent endurance, and injuries to limbs other than the head did not affect their combat. Even if their limbs were broken by a heavy machine gun, they could recover quickly by chewing on corpses.

It's a pity that its ability to withstand blows is not strong enough.

A headshot from an AK rifle would immediately make him dazed, and he would need nearly a minute to recover. If he was hit by seven or eight bullets, he would most likely be dead, twitching on the spot and turning into blood, which would gradually dissolve and dissipate. Even if he could hold on and not collapse, Watson might as well swallow him up and convert another efficiency point.

As for the heavy machine guns...there is really no way around it.

“La la la~~~”

In the middle of the corpses on the ground, a little girl in a dark blue school uniform was spinning.

The singing was clear and soft, full of childishness, which was out of place in the bloody battlefield.

Watson ignored her and walked by with a gun.

Alesha began to circle Watson.

"You should change into a red dress." Watson couldn't help it, and a deep and heavy voice came out from under the Deathstroke helmet: "When night falls, you should go wandering on the streets. Tomorrow, there will be legends of ghosts appearing in Visanico."

“I like the sound of your voice.”

The little girl went around in circles again: "But I like mommy more. When will you change back?"

"Sorry, this is what I call a return to form."

Watson didn't need to command at all now. The Black Light Servant would shoot at anyone they saw. With their current combat power and size, they could easily defeat a small group of enemies. The biggest threat at the moment was the heavy machine gun pickup truck, which Watson could always kill in the first place, and the rest of the situation would be just a push.

In addition, Watson picked up 4 heavy machine gun pickups.

Anyway, your machine gunner is definitely not as resistant to attacks as me.

Their current position was deep into the enemy's camp, completely separated from the Croat soldiers outside the eastern defense line, like a dagger stabbing into the chest of the Semu coalition. Although the enemy's vision was blocked, the communication was at least normal, and more and more pressure began to pour on Watson.

Watson looked at the increasingly thick fog around him, turned on the thermal imaging vision, fired at the enemy, and used Ophelia's voice to contact the command room on the east side of the defense line. Adjutant Sarovich obviously did not understand the dynamics deep in the fog. He only knew that the pressure of the Semu coalition's attack was much smaller than expected, and the current defense position could be maintained, and there was no sign of collapse.

About an hour after the attack began, Sarovich sent a transmission.

Nikolai and Iben want to talk.

Watson ordered all the Black Light servants to guard the two residential buildings, and he ran to retrieve the jeep and transformed back into Ophelia.

"Wake up, little rascal."

Patting Alesha in her arms, the woman looked helpless: "You said you peeked at me when I changed clothes, do you have voyeurism?"

"How could I peek?"

The little girl blinked and said, "I was sitting in the carriage and watching it?"

"Then please change your appearance, even if it's 18-year-old Alyssa. You're actually in your s or s." Ophelia started the jeep and skillfully shifted gears. "It's okay for you to watch me change clothes, but if you watch me play adult games, it's easy to get into trouble."

"What's going to happen?"

"You should ask Miss Watson about this. It seems that she can't pass the trial. I don't understand what she said."

Chatting along the way, the jeep quickly approached the perimeter of the defense line. With the cover of the thick fog and the memory fragments just dug out from the enemy's brain, Ophelia did not encounter any strong blockade along the way. However, the nerves of the Croat soldiers outside the defense line were tense, and she could only wait two minutes after reporting to ensure that the order reached the ears of these people.

"Glad that you're back safely, sir." Seeing Ophelia lighting up her lighter and smoking as if nothing had happened, Sarovich twitched his lips as he looked at the jeep riddled with bullet holes. If it hadn't been for such a miserable appearance, he would have thought that his superior had gone out for a drive after dinner.

"The phone call came?"

"Yes ma'am, they are waiting for a response."

"give it to me."

Sarovich dialed the number and handed the phone to Ophelia. After a short beep, Nicolai's voice came from the other end: "Ophelia?"

"it's me."

"What's your trick? What's this thick fog?"

"If you want to say that I support the Croats with arms, I may be able to do it, but you want to say that I caused fog in Visanik? How is that possible?" Mrs. Viper sat on the arms box and glanced at the setting sun that was beginning to glow in the sky: "Do you want to recall what you just said?"

"I received news that the frontal troops suffered a powerful blow. Those remaining Croats cannot possibly have such fighting power. Ophelia, are you really going to protect those Croats to the death? What benefits did they give you? How about we be honest? Whatever the Croats can give you, Iben and I can give you, and double it."

"The powerful strike you mentioned is a mortar?"

Ophelia exhaled a puff of cigarette. "My mortar troops did not join the battle, Nikolai. I can guarantee that."

"I don't care what's in the fog, Ophelia. I've made it very clear to you. What's the point of you playing dumb with me? If you still act like this, then there's no need for us to talk anymore, unless you show some sincerity and tell me what you want?"

"Who is playing dumb?"

The woman raised her hand and looked at her skin under the setting sun. "What threat do these hundreds of Croat remnants and refugees pose to you? What loss will it cause to you if they run away? Can't you and Iben carve out a territory?"

"This is not a matter of threats and losses!"

The voice on the phone went up a notch: "You don't understand the history between us and the Croats at all! We will never show them any mercy! The same goes for them! We are destined enemies! If you don't intend to help us, at least don't stand in our way!"

"So you're asking me what I want?"

"Yes! That's right!" Nikolai continued to ask: "So what do you want? Those Croats must have given you benefits, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't support them like this! I promise that Iben and I can give you double the money. All you have to do is take away the thick fog... Damn it, whatever it is, just stop interfering!"

"I think you'd rather ask me another question."

"what?"

The sunset had faded unknowingly, and a corner of night appeared in the sky.

"It's getting dark, Nicolai, oh, and Mr. Iben." Ophelia threw away the cigarette butt, squinted her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of nicotine squeezing in her lungs: "Are you sure you don't want to ask that question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Ask me why I haven't fought the Croats yet."

Clap!

There was a noise on the phone, apparently it was violently hung up.

"The fog is beginning to weaken, ma'am. The Semu coalition may resume bombardment soon." Sarovich, who had been waiting not far away, came up and said, "Then, that Croat Tirion wants to see you. Some Croat soldiers on the other side of the river want to come over to support you. They are waiting on the shore with weapons."

"how many people?"

"There are less than 30 at present, and the number is still increasing."

"Send Tirion over here."

"......Madam." The one-armed man Tirion strode closer, and the word "Madam" was a little awkward. Ophelia didn't wait for him to continue speaking, and raised her hand to interrupt: "Tirion, I am happy to accept the support of your people, but how many of them are there?"

"There are 32 of them now, ma'am. There should be more, but I don't know the exact number." Tirion went on to say, "We don't have enough manpower on the outer defense line. We have suffered more than 50 casualties since the bombardment began. The situation on both flanks is particularly bad. We really need support."

"I think you could have more of your people, what do you think?"

"...I hope so."

"Look, Tirion..." Ophelia said as she took out another cigarette. The sky was already very dark at this time. The lighter illuminated the lower half of her face, which not only made her red lips more attractive, but also made her eyes darker. "It will be dark soon. I sincerely hope that fewer people from the Khor clan will die tonight... I will order the ferry to take your people. Of course, we have to do it quietly. It's getting dark soon, so go and do your thing."

"Thank you for your blessing, ma'am."

Tirion nodded, bowed, and turned to leave.

"lady......"

As soon as he left, Sarovich next to him wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mrs. Viper's gesture.

"They say the Croats are ungrateful."

Ophelia blew out a smoke ring and stared at the receding figure: "I want to see tonight if they really don't know how to be grateful."

"I know what you want to say, Sarovich." She patted the adjutant's shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work in preparing the personnel and making an action plan. If necessary, we will send these Croats to hell together, no matter how many reinforcements they send."

Snapped!

Sarovich stood at attention and saluted, whispering, "Long live Hydra!"