On the eighth day of the countdown.
The wilderness in the Northwest seemed to have suddenly turned into a deep sea.
The seawater gave off the impression of being blue. Most people saw the sea as sparkling and calm.
However, when the water became dangerous, it was no longer blue. Instead, it turned a deep black.
There could be all kinds of unknown horrors in there. The deep mountains in the wilderness were like an unexplored trench that was filled with danger.
At a glance, there was no end to the bottom of the sea. Everyone could only feel a sense of fear.
Black Fox was leading the Pyro Company's 6th Field Division on a short break. They had just shaken off an artificial intelligence pursuing them at a pass in the south.
The most important thing in guerrilla warfare was information. Therefore, before Xu Ke left with P5092 and the others, he had calculated the time the artificial intelligence satellites would leave for Black Fox again.
Unfortunately, ever since P5092 set up an ambush for the artificial intelligence, the chances of the satellites having a blind spot after crossing orbits were getting fewer and fewer. They would have to wait for another ten days or so before that kind of opportunity would appear again.
However, while there were no big opportunities, there were still some small ones.
Yesterday, Black Fox had taken advantage of the three hours of the satellites' blind spot to launch a surprise attack on the enemy's artillery troops at the rear, causing them a lot of losses.
But after enjoying those three hours, they had to spend the remaining 21 hours escaping.
There was no other way. All Black Fox and the others could do now was try their best. They were already very lucky to have encountered the enemy's artillery troops by chance.
Although they did not manage to destroy the enemy's artillery troops, the 6th Field Division's mission right now was to stall for time.
As long as the enemy gave chase, it would be a good outcome.
During the 21 hours of escaping, the Pyro Company's warriors did not sleep or rest as they hid here and there. It was only when everyone was exhausted that they finally escaped the enemy's encirclement.
However, Black Fox discovered a pattern. The pursuers also needed to rest. After chasing them for 13 hours, the first group of pursuers actually fell asleep and rested. After that, another group of pursuers continued their pursuit.
It was as though the other party was avoiding prolonged exhaustion.
Black Fox sat on a mound and looked around as he muttered, "Could it be that not resting for a long time will cause the AI's computing power to decline? Is that why it wants to protect its' server '? "
Next to him, a battalion commander said, "Sir, it's clearly looking down on us by making our pursuers sleep right in front of us. We should have just set up our mortars and bombed them."
Black Fox patted the dust and mud off his body. "Forget it. It's already a pretty good situation to be able to escape. Who knows if it's a trap? By the way, I've always wanted to ask you all. Do you have any complaints when Commander P5 sent us to carry out a suicide mission? "
The Pyro Company soldiers around Black Fox fell silent.
A T5 warrior said as he ate a hardtack, "It'd be a lie to say that I don't have any complaints. Although everyone's lifespan might only be 40 years, that's still more than a decade to live, isn't it? We've been taught this way since we were young. But when it's our turn to sacrifice ourselves, it's still a little hard to accept."
"I'm. Even I I.. Even, I Of you of to run, to be to be a I of. to. With to your bodies, you all.
Who's going to fucking protect you if we run away? "That T5 warrior smiled." You already said you're only a T3 combatant. If we run away, who the fuck is going to protect you? "
Not everyone was born to be a war machine. Sometimes, when people recalled their lives, they would think that if they could go back in time, they would probably wish they had led a different life.
But there were no ifs in this world.
The T5 warrior said, "Commander P5 said in such a calm tone that you're not worth as much as those normal people since you won't live past 40 anyway and almost all of you have lost the ability to reproduce. When you heard that, you definitely felt a little uncomfortable. "
Black Fox thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I've been by his side for a longer time. In my memory, he's made even crueler choices. But after each victory, he would always sit alone in the command tent. No one knew what he was thinking. But I could feel his sadness. When everyone was cheering, he told me, "Black Fox, war is not something to celebrate, even if we win." From that moment on, I knew he was not actually happy. "
In this era, some people were forced to do things they did not like but were very good at.
It was the same for Ren Xiaosu, Qing Zhen, Zhang Jinglin, and P5092.
It was as if this era was choosing them, and they could not choose which era they were born in.
The T5 warrior next to Black Fox smiled. "Sir, we understand what you're saying. Actually, Commander P5 didn't want this to happen either. Do you have any more gossip about Commander P5? Tell us more. "
In fact, this group of people were not much different from normal people outside of war. They would always have beautiful girls they liked and would also be very interested in gossip.
Black Fox thought for a moment and said, "There really was such a thing. When I was still in the military academy, I was interviewed by Commander P5, and he told me I was going to be transferred to the 3rd Division. So I asked my teacher about Commander P5 and wanted to know if the rumors were reliable or not. In the end, my teacher, who had also taught Commander P5 back then, told me that Commander P5 had the T4 gene and would be sent directly to the military camp. At that time, he did not want to kill people, so he studied hard and got into the military academy to work as a clerk. Slowly, he became a commander. Then my teacher mercilessly shattered his illusions and told him that as a commander, he had to use his brain to kill even more people …. How tragic. "
When the Pyro Company warriors heard this, they burst into laughter. They tried to imagine the struggle in P5092's heart when he heard the bad news when he was still a teenager. They suddenly found it very interesting.
At this moment, the Pyro Company soldiers in charge of surveillance reported back that the artificial intelligence controlled troops had quietly outflanked them in front of them. There were a lot of them.
All of a sudden, the cheers and laughter from a moment ago disappeared. They all knew what this meant.
Their last option of retreating to the defensive line was gone.
Black Fox stood up and said with a smile, "Have you all rested well? If we continue to rest, I'm afraid we'll all die here. "
"We've rested well. Sir, please give the order," the T5 warrior said.
None of them had slept for 24 hours. Now that they had only rested for a little over an hour, how could they possibly rest well?
But this was how it was on the battlefield. It was common for them to work around the clock, so everyone could still hold on.
Black Fox looked at the Pyro Company warriors and said, "Commander P5 once said that we have to look at the overall situation in war. We can't just think about our own interests, and individuals have to serve the will of the collective. If you, as an individual, have already lost hope on the battlefield, you must learn how to leave hope to others, and let others obtain victory for you. "
Black Fox glanced at his watch and then confirmed the calculation data of the satellite's orbit in the notebook the Knight had handed to him. He continued, "Since there's no way out, do you all want to play it big with me? According to the Knight's calculations, the satellite above us will leave again in another hour. At that time, we'll have six hours. "
"Six hours." The T5 warrior said, "Sir, what are you planning to do?"
"We'll use these six hours to kill our way to the enemy's rear. Do y 'all remember how the AI destroyed the passcode gate? I've roughly calculated the range of the Wang Clan's missile troops. The missile troops should be hiding behind the artillery."
…
The Kyung Clan in the Southwest. The Sanshan Line of Defense had become history.
After experiencing the war between the Li Consortium, the Yang Clan, and the Kyung Clan in this troubled land, many people thought they were finally going to live a peaceful life.
The Kyung Clan governed this land in an orderly manner, and the people lived and worked in peace. However, everything was destroyed again with the arrival of the war.
The surging tide of people controlled by the AI rushed into the various strongholds, and the Kyung Clan soldiers who had sworn to defend the Southwest died one by one. It seemed like no one could stop the enemy's advance.
In the tide of people, some people arrived with the last batch of nanomachines produced in the Sacred Mountains not long ago. With that, they firmly controlled the entire population of the Southwest.
The number of people grew. In the end, they split into two batches and headed north.
The AI also seemed to realize that time was running out. It controlled the crowd and started conscripting all available means of transportation, such as cars, trucks, and even motorcycles, to send the first batch of troops north along the highway.
Among them were even the Kyung Clan's military vehicles at the Sanshan Line of Defense. Most of them were preserved.
It looked like Zero already had a plan for this.
As for the rest of the slower troops, they formed the second batch and crossed the wilderness on foot. They were like a knife stabbing straight north.
Under normal circumstances, a normal army could travel at a speed of about 40 to 50 kilometers per day on foot. If they were forced to march, they could travel at a speed of about 60 to 80 kilometers per day.
However, this was only if they were carrying dozens of kilograms of supplies.
However, the AI troops did not need to carry heavy loads. At most, they would only need to carry some weapons and equipment. Each person could only carry a maximum of two kilograms. If they were carrying equipment like mortars, they could be carried by four people at once.
Moreover, other than getting eight hours of sleep a day, these people who were being controlled were advancing almost every second.
When they slept, another group of people would help them massage and stretch their muscles. They also did not waste any time eating, with each meal lasting only four minutes on average.
There was no need for entertainment or any emotional fluctuations.
The AI troops were advancing at a speed of 130 kilometers per day. If there were no accidents, they would be able to reach the vicinity of Fortress 178 in about eight days.
If Zero had enough control over the troops, they might be able to get there even faster.
On the battlefield, the AI troops were divided into four groups. They were like four sharp arrowheads, each pointing at Fortress 178.
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