Several mbers of the Chaotic Blade Association were blown to pieces on the spot, their bodies charred black.
"Quick, fire a few more mortar rounds, those tin cans are coming up again!"
"No more, we've run out of shells!"
"Run out? How is that possible? Didn't we pack three whole boxes before leaving?"
"Cap... Captain, one of the boxes had duds... they didn't explode at all."
"Damn you!"
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When are people most proactive at work?
Of course, when they're serving themselves, fighting for their own personal interests.
Even if those interests will greatly impact the collective good.
But in this era of everyone for themselves
If one doesn't think for oneself, one is dood.
The Chaotic Blade Association has seized a large batch of Huang Ban's arms, at least that's what most unsuspecting mbers think.
To many, this is a golden opportunity of getting rich.
Many are hoping that once these arms go under the hamr, they can pass through their hands, skim so profits, and enjoy a little fortune.
And now you're saying they should be used in battle rather than sold off for cash to distribute among everyone?
Are you insane, or am I?
Though many mock the chairman for being a transportation officer, saying US Dollars are spent on real estate speculation and buying pianos,
this is the shared issue of all non-popular army ard organizations.
A military group lured by profit will naturally cultivate a group of followers who prioritize their own interest.
The arms distributed today may appear on the black market tomorrow.
Weapons, military supplies, even the regular soldier's ration, the gluttonous won't care about this or that.
Get in the way of my profits, and I'll sell you to the black market too.
We haven't even reached Night City, but from the Chaotic Blade Association's strategists and senior officers to the quartermasters, everyone has made their own plans, contacted recipients, and exchanged the arms for cash on the first night in Night City's dog town.
Probably only Feilinger, an outsider, excluded forr company dog, uninvolved in the core interest circle, would be completely unaware of this.
But everyone has stuffed their pockets with cash, what can you do about it?
Even if Strak ca, would he dare to kill them?
This is why the quartermasters are fearless.
Want to investigate?
It would just end unresolved.
"The Adcardo side relies entirely on the massive equipnt in the tunnel to gain the advantage. They're few in numbers, as long as we can take the tunnel, seize the warehouse supplies, and utilize these, we can conquer this small town in one stroke."
"Stone Ridge Mountain tunnel? Did you even check the terrain onsite? The entrance is so narrow, it's filled with their defenses inside, how do you plan to break it, fill it with lives?"
"Then what do you suggest? Right now those industrial robots and exoskeletons firepower is equal to ours. Assaulting the hill is definitely not an option."
"If that doesn't work, let's organize a bomb convoy, and blast through the main highway..."
"Do you think the opponent's artillery is blind? The highway is wide open without cover, can you really charge through?"
The whole command room was in chaos, Strak was still under the players' interrogation online, and no one could co out to take charge.
This is an inevitable situation.
Propose completely unworkable tactics, then have them vetoed, that way one avoids the label of slacking. Finally, if defeated, they have reasons to shirk responsibility.
Oh dear~ I said long ago, we shouldn't fight this way, if only you'd listened to ...
anwhile, Philgreen stood aside with arms crossed, watching these people shift the bla.
He realized there isn't much of a difference from a company here in the Chaotic Blade Association, everyone fighting tooth and nail for their own interests.
This whole shell issue, if he hadn't spilled the beans, there would've been no telling how many people would keep him in the dark.
At that mont, another ssenger entered the tent: "Reporting, soone's retreated from the mountain."
The network was down, forr efficient information could only be communicated via mouth, causing discomfort to many.
"Retreated?"
So strategists frowned.
They didn't rember issuing any retreat orders.
One person asked, "Which division is it?"
"Seems to be the affiliated artillery, Team 7 Stevenson, they have injured personnel carried back on stretchers."
Everyone showed expressions of sudden realization.
No wonder, it might have been casualties caused by the earlier network attack.
Yulikins nodded, "Alright, got it. Have them take the n for treatnt."
But Philgreen, standing aside, furrowed his brow.
Carrying the wounded down from the mountain on a stretcher?
Is this the Chaotic Blade Association style?
He felt sothing was off, but perhaps he was overthinking. Maybe they were just good brothers, no one said Chaotic Blade Association had to be heartless killers, right?
However, out of caution, he spoke up.
"Have you verified their identities?"
"Well..."
The ssenger seed troubled.
"Due to the network outage, I can't contact the database to verify information, but they all wear our insignia on their clothes."
"..."
"Alright, understood, you can go now."
Apart from Philgreen, the others didn't find it a problem, whether Adcardo or that group of rcenaries and workers on the mountain were still far from here, plus no one could possibly mix up with the artillery under any circumstances.
Only when Shui Yue and baldhead 47 carried a corpse near Chaotic Blade Association's base at the mountain's foot, they realized the disorder among them.
They walked into the dical zone without anyone questioning their identities or interrogating the players.
Even they couldn't believe their ease.
"Damn, we just snuck in, really?"
"We're in already, couldn't be a trap right?"
"Who knows, maybe there's hundreds of axe wielders hidden sowhere, just waiting for the signal to rush in and kill us."
"Haha, watch cloak and armor, hundred cavalry assault Chaotic Blade Association, shaking the heroic world."
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