"Enough!" Kentus finally couldn't help but speak out, "That's it!"
The last of the mangled miter saws stopped moving and returned behind Kentus in silence, everyone's eyes turned to the victor of the battle, and then Kentus' face hardened even further.
Gabriel stood calmly in place, unable to even tell that he was sweating. There were a few visible scratches on his tight black, long-sleeved top, but they didn't cut through the garment, and it was clear that the damage from the wood saw was extremely limited.
"Supermolecular memory-based body armor." Major Kentus bristled, "Those guys are really willing to use ... for you but I must admit, even without this suit, those four wood saws are no match for you."
"Your research should have used a fourth generation light brain as a logical computing center, but the deliberate shielding of the Batmings' technology makes it only less than 30% effective." Gabriel said, "A severe lack of adaptability to the combat environment ... That's why they only use sabers, right?"
"After all, they are robots that have completely left alien technology behind and developed independently, and have yet to find a suitable method of piggybacking on other methods of combat, not unlike a mutant like you who wanders on the edge of the forbidden." Kentus shook his head, "There has never been a mutant whose relevant technology has been recognized by the aliens, and while you're already strong, probably the strongest of any mutant I know, I can't see how you'd be that exception."
"It's not my mission to be recognized by the Batmings."
"Suit yourself, I'm inspired by your performance today, and I'd like to thank you for that, T19 ... I hope you'll live to see our next meeting and continue to validate the progress of my development." Kentus waved his hand, "Attention all, retreat!"
The soldiers gathered their weapons and left after Kentes, quickly disappearing into the streets.
"Just ... won?" Kristin muttered, "I thought that Major was going to get pissed off and launch an all-out attack because he lost his experiment."
"We should go take care of that generator!" Zhao Yu was the first to react, and rushed to rush out the door, but was grabbed by Gabrielle and dragged back inside, "Lie down!"
At the same time when Gabriel pressed Zhao Yu to the ground, the three "corpses" of the wood saws on the small square exploded at the same time, and the air wave directly demolished all the windows and one-third of the walls of this room, and several people were already on the ground, but they didn't suffer any injuries.
"That Major is really insidious!" Kristin was outraged, "Leaving traps like that when people are gone!"
Gabrielle straightened up, "No, he knew I'd find out about the problem ... He was simply going to destroy the technical traits on the droid, although that one doesn't really do much for me."
"Then I'm afraid it's not aimed at us either, any research department that acquires a prototype entity like this could speed up the development process immensely, and that major is claiming funding, so I'm sure he doesn't want his technology to get out there." Fernando grunted, "Of course, it would be great if it could be pitched to us."
"Now you can go destroy the generator." Gabrielle reminded.
Although it would have been better to simply and directly physically destroy the generator as Fernando had intended, Kristin thought otherwise, and spent an extra two minutes hacking the generator's systems to stop it from working, then simply took the computer she never left alone from her backpack and hooked it up, "Now that we've got plenty of time, I'm going to stay here to work out how this coding works. Figuring out why it's not working for us is critical!"
"Suit yourself, be safe." Zhao Yu sighed, "Fernando, Gabriel, we have to hurry back to check on the others' condition."
As he spoke, a roaring sound came from the distance, only to see a grayish-white transport plane fly into the sky, keeping it at a fairly low altitude, and flying away into the distance.
"They really dare to use flying." Fernando had a cursed expression on his face, "I hope they get caught up in the suppression particles before they reach their destination."
The last surviving Jigsaw sat quietly in his seat on the transporter, his "face" had been removed to reveal the metal structure inside, a data cable running from one of the metal devices to another computer.
Kentus took off his glasses and removed a small chip from the temple, placing it into the computer, and soon the image of Gabriel's battle with the four saws appeared on the display, accompanied by a dizzying array of data, arrows, and icons.
"It does seem like the artificial muscles of the wood saws need to be of a different variety." Kentus grunted, unable to help himself as he looked back out the window, "But T19, you're not always the most perfect ... Wait and see."
"Sir, why didn't we try a strong attack just now?" A captain asked a bit reluctantly, "T19 just fought four wood saws, it must have consumed a lot as well, if we go together, we might be able to ..."
Kentus waved his hand, "We've accomplished our initial goal, and that's enough. That was the only finished product of the Dusk Project, and we're not the only ones eyeing it. We, as surrendered and bereaved dogs, should not grab something from the big boss."
The Captain was taken aback, "Could it be that the Alliance Army side is planning to ... do the same?"
"Project Twilight is famous throughout the circle, the Alliance Army has long had people beating its head against the wall, I didn't even have the luxury of getting a piece of the pie at first, but I didn't expect that T19 would actually follow a squad to the town of Hudik by mistake, it's kind of God's opening grace." Kentus tapped a few commands on his computer before tilting his head back into the seat back and closing his eyes, "I guess there will be other troubles for T19."
As the sky was about to slowly darken - though it never got much brighter - the town began to gradually gain some popularity. To be precise, there was the sound of some people moaning.
After the signal from the encoder was lifted, the soldiers gradually recovered, of course it was not possible for them to recover as soon as they were alive, but everyone woke up from unconsciousness and was able to speak and move, which was a relief to Zhao Yu and the others.
However, there was also bad news, perhaps because they had been affected for too long, or perhaps because of other reasons, none of the members of the advance team survived. The other batch of victims were more unexpected: all the Latino soldiers, and the two people of Arab blood, except for Fernando and Christian were also spared, but the cause of death was not the chip, but the attack from the outside world.
"The blood vessels in the neck were severed, done with a very sharp instrument." A medic who had barely regained his mobility lowered the body, "Same as a few others."
"A wooden saw." Cho Yu muttered. Among the known enemies in the town, only the "Wood Saw" possessed this kind of combat power.
At this time, Borg slowly walked over, his face amazingly gloomy.
"Captain, what's the situation again?"
"We're leaving to get all the 475th Regiment guys, and the 47th Base guys." Borg lit a cigarette in annoyance, "Hell, the last one ..."
"The 475th Regiment ...," Jo Yu suddenly realized that this particular reference was incorrect, "What about the 472nd Regiment? What about Lieutenant Lee and the others?"
Borg was silent for several seconds before grunting, "They're not leaving. Most of Lieutenant Li's men are still in a weakened stage, and the power armor is still crippled, so they can't keep up with the marching speed, so the men of the 472nd Regiment are going to stay behind to block the pursuers ... tsk, each and every one of them thinks that they are heroes."
"Then aren't they bound to die?!"
"I don't know, don't ask me, his rank is higher than mine." Booger said in a good-natured manner.
Half an hour later, the group of soldiers disappeared outside the town in silence. Just as Lieutenant Lee had requested, all those who had recovered better physically, including the vast majority of the 475th Mech Regiment and Base 47, had left, and they had driven away a few battle tanks, the power armor that still had no restored systems layered and thrown in the cockpits, and for the first time the soldiers had actually begun to walk long distances on their own legs, and the last time any regular army had ever marched on foot like this on the continental U.S., it had probably had been fifty years ago - ever since the mass popularization of power armor among the troops, no one had thought there would ever be a day when they would lose it.
But the soldiers who stayed behind were about to face a greater challenge than those who had already left.
Only the slowest of the chariots, the Heavy Shield, remained, along with eighty-one mech-infantrymen who had recently awakened from their comas - and they had no mechs.
"Do you guys want to be heroes that badly, sir?" Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask Lieutenant Li, who glared at him with a dark face, "Private, although I don't have the authority to command you directly, you can only be a liability if you stay behind dragging one arm."
Zhao Yu smiled awkwardly, "Our group will be very helpful to you, sir."
"This group of yours?" Lieutenant Lee's face softened slightly as he looked to a few others, "I appreciate that you were able to save us from that group of techno-crazies, but you need to figure out what we're up against next."
"About six to seven battle tanks and over a hundred mecha infantry, the kind that wear power armor." Zhao Yu comforted, "Don't worry, we've fought with them before ... counting they can be said to have come here after us, I think it's more reassuring to stay and help you guys out a bit."
"A bunch of idiots." Lieutenant Li shook his head and looked at the people around Zhao Yu, "What about you guys, just accompanying your friends to die?"
"We're not sending them to their deaths, sir, we're really sure of ourselves." Kristin grinned, "Trust me, I'll surprise them!"
Gabriel had been standing quietly by, and upon noticing the sight of Lieutenant Lee, he simply raised the gun in his hand.
"He still has three magazines on him." Zhao Yu said, "I'm sure he can take care of at least thirty enemies."
There was another sentence that Zhao Yu didn't say, if there was a chance to physically fight this Gabriel might be able to take care of another thirty ...
But as the current undisputed strongest combatant in the team, Gabriel just now made a worrying statement, "I still have tasks that must be accomplished, so I'll quit if you're going to fight side by side with them until the end."
"It won't be until the end, once the war starts, the longer we delay the less role we can play, the plan we had made was to take advantage of the fact that the enemy had just arrived and catch them off guard." Zhao Yu gave him a promise, "But half an hour ... we have to fight for at least half an hour."
"Agreed."
Lieutenant Lee didn't know what the soldiers were going to do, he turned his head to the side and looked at Sergeant Borg, "Sergeant, aren't you the current commander of your squad? Why are you still here?"
"Command has been handed over to Sergeant Hartman, I'm sure he's got it covered." Borg revealed a smile, "As for me, I have to wait for my co-pilot to finish his heroics which ... don't worry, once the battle is unfavorable, we'll definitely get on that MF1 you gave us and run as fast as we can."
Lieutenant Li gave Borg that MF1 of course is not out of thin air, it is from the advance team in the MF1. advance team was wiped out, the MF1 car group was not spared, Borg therefore was able to get a lost driving the car group of spiders, and the use of a short period of free time to run half of the town to find the pigment...
Yes, now this MF1 was also poisoned by Borg's graffiti. Zhao Yu is very sure that Lieutenant Li saw the "DAETH" and tried very hard to suppress the idea of getting rid of the Borg.
Lieutenant Li had already given up trying to convince the men, and with a simple "stay out of the way for a while", he went to set up the defense line - time was running out, and in an hour's time at the most, the town would be turned into their graves, so they had to make their funerals as grand as possible. It's time to make their funeral as grand as possible.