725: Chapter 5 Our Family Has Fallen…
(6200, second update)_4 725: Chapter 5 Our Family Has Fallen…
(6200, second update)_4 In fact, aside from the high cost, charged rifles had many drawbacks.
For example, in South Ridge, during the morning mist, the power of the beams would decrease significantly; at two hundred ters away, it could barely penetrate the target.
Moreover, the second shot hitting the target didn’t cause an explosion, but simply burned through the target’s head indicating the formula quality was still unstable.
But these were issues to consider only when equipping a large force.
And as long as the weather was chosen correctly, they were not big issues.
Now, this technology was enough to turn Ian’s thirty ordinary infantryn into thirty sharpshooters who never missed!
The White Folks soldiers, knowing they would each get their own charged rifle, grew even more excited.
They surrounded the six lucky ones who got to shoot with charged rifles in the first round, eager to hear their thoughts and feedback on the design and handling.
anwhile, Ian and Scott stood aside, discussing upcoming tactics.
“Divide into three groups, taking turns to shoot in sequence.
That way, we can carry out twelve rounds of volley fire.
No matter how crazed those rebel highlanders are, after twelve rounds of concentrated fire from charged rifles, they should flee.”
Ian directly proposed the classic execution by firing squad tactic, and after thinking for a mont, Scott shook his head, “That’s a head-on fight.
Sir, if we’re raiding Leyan Territory, we’re definitely looking for an opportunity to kill the enemy leaders, sow chaos…
and then let the Armor Suits co in for the finishing blow.”
“In that case, I’ll lead the team, splitting it into five to ten tactical groups, with either six or three n in each for alternating strikes.
This will not only mislead the enemy about our numbers but also widen the attack surface and maintain sustained firepower.
Even if we lose a few n, we won’t lose much fighting strength.”
“We’ll do it your way.
And let’s try not to have casualties; these young n’s lives are precious.
Survival cos first.” Ian didn’t say much more; he indeed couldn’t face the enemy head-on while commanding thirty soldiers to advance in staggered lines—unless there was artificial intelligence assistance.
But if there really was, why not let the AI assist professionals in command?
What followed was a wait.
The enthusiastic soldiers reford their ranks, while the Alchemy Workshop was still in operation.
Ti was of the essence.
To deal with the mountain ruffians as quickly as possible and prevent them from causing further damage to his territory, Ian needed to enhance his troops’ firepower urgently.
Thirty charged rifles would constitute a level of firepower beyond the Naling Mountain People’s imagination, a force powerful enough to crush any sches or tricks.
If Fiery Fla Land wanted to challenge him, they’d have to send in the regular army.
“But it’s still not enough.”
Having this thought, Ian knew there were many things he could create, with ideas that fused Earth technology and Terra Technology constantly erging in his mind.
But that would require a considerable amount of ti to manufacture and a stable base of operations.
As long as he could retake Leyan Territory and restore production at the Leyan Territory Alchemy Workshop, he could turn all his thoughts and learnings into reality.
Ian even felt like praising the Prince; he had granted him Leyan Territory instead of so other godforsaken place—there was an Alchemy Workshop here, a raw material site, a significant number of skilled technical workers, and since it was remote with no important figures around, he could do as he pleased.
With his planning and the support of 15,000 Talle of research funding provided by the Firestone Group (this was most important), he would establish a comprehensive production base at the fastest speed possible, turning the order and social structure he envisioned into reality.
And then…
“It would be ti for technological superiority to crush the opposition.”
On the afternoon of October 23rd, in the year of 773 in the Era of Tara, Ian, piloting an Armor Suit and leading his troops with upgraded armants, moved on the warhorses provided by Nauman City and raced to Leyan Territory at top speed.
At the sa ti, deep within the Bison Mountain Range.
Naling Special Warfare Headquarters.
A Spirit Energy User opened his deeply furrowed brow.
“What’s going on?” he murmured, “Where did this peer co from who has cleared out all my moles and spies?”
“When did such a master appear in South Ridge?”
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