Chapter 115: Scared to Death
"Quickly tighten the formation! Power armor cover unarmored personnel! Don't panic!"
Apollo's Overseer was bolder than the Manager and could still react on the spot.
However, on the players' side, some people were looking forward to them tightening their formation.
Good opportunity!
Suddenly, the Overseer saw a blood-red power armor with a powerful design leap up from behind the crowd.
Then, that power armor ignited the booster rockets behind it in mid-air, avoiding the flat trajectory of the weapons firing on the field, and rushed over rapidly, sticking close to the ceiling.
After flying over the crowd, Guo Li Cheng adjusted the direction of her booster backpack nozzles and unleashed a powerful downward smash attack.
Thud!
Some people were directly knocked down by the impact, and the rest were completely stunned.
What kind of suicidal tactic is this!?
There has to be a limit to madness!
Although this tactic was risky, it was also effective enough. The security personnel near Guo Li Cheng immediately realized that their bolt guns had become useless.
If they fired indiscriminately, the probability of hitting their allies was far greater than hitting the enemy!
And Guo Li Cheng knew this was a sure thing. She was very satisfied with the density of the enemies nearby.
Guo Li Cheng's melee output during the exoskeleton era was already quite considerable. Now that she had switched to power armor, and a melee-specialized power armor at that, its power could only be described as "terrifying."
With the boost from the forearm booster rockets, Guo Li Cheng's overloaded combat skill heavy strike directly sent the three nearest power armors flying.
Her greatsword this time was also modified, adding a lot of tungsten steel counterweights. Even without activating the plasma cutting, the kinetic energy alone was enough to give the enemy a hard time!
The necks of those three power armors took a solid sword strike. The molten metal cruelly burned the throats of the pilots inside, and some splashed onto the unarmored personnel around, instantly burning through their space suits inside the cabin.
Instantly, there were screams and wails of agony.
The Apollo defenders were attacked from front and back, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
"Scatter quickly!" the Overseer shouted.
Now they could only completely sacrifice the unarmored personnel.
"Then continue firing forward."
His command was actually not wrong. If they reduced the density of firepower firing forward in panic, the final result would definitely be a complete rout.
But! Ignoring that blood-red power armor that broke through the formation and letting that person continue to hack away, Overseer, are you perhaps joking?
How many lives do our employees have?!
The Overseer's orders received no effective response, and Apollo was in chaos.
"Advance!" Caoyuan issued the command.
At least 5 players had already fallen, but the remaining ones didn't hesitate, marching forward in neat steps, cutting Apollo into small groups that couldn't support each other, suppressing and annihilating them one by one.
Although the Executive Officer had promised before the battle that power armor could be bought at a discount if kept until the end, no one was afraid to go forward for fear of damaging their equipment.
The reasoning was simple: if the battle was won, as long as the power armor wasn't completely destroyed, it could still be repaired!
If the battle was lost, even if the power armor could be repaired, it would be captured by the enemy and would never return to their hands.
Not daring to go forward would only significantly reduce the battlefield currency obtained in the final settlement, which was detrimental to oneself and others.
Anyone could understand this logic.
Lu Yuan only hoped that the players would have some basic care and cherish for the equipment they received for free during the campaign.
Apollo's forces became fewer and fewer, and they had nowhere to retreat. In a desperate situation, they erupted with a final wave of fighting spirit.
But when it comes to not being afraid of death, who can compare to the players?
When they were beaten down to only one-third of their numbers and the Overseer was also headshot, the remaining people decisively dropped their weapons and raised their hands to surrender.
No one knew if these mysterious invaders would keep prisoners, but that was no longer important.
Fighting any further would mean certain death.
"Are there any more security forces in the facility?"
Caoyuan stepped forward, grabbed the Manager, and asked.
"Yes—there should be five or six more, but I don't know exactly where—"
"Do they have power armor?"
"I, I don't know!"
Caoyuan threw him down.
"I need volunteers to search for the remaining Apollo employees with me. The others should stay in groups of at least 3 and guard the facilities we've already occupied."
"I'll go~~"
"Me, me, me! Choose me, I haven't had enough fun yet!"
"...Okay, just you guys. We don't need too many people. What's the battle damage situation?"
Ye Xing: "6 directly killed, and 4 with severe injuries, probably need to be finished off."
This battle was actually not easy at all. After all, there was no generational gap in the weapons of the warring parties, and the casualty rate exceeded one-third, approaching half.
Black Smoke: "It's okay, the expressions on the faces of the deceased are very satisfied. It seems they were very happy before they died."
Caoyuan: "....."
Ye Xing: "..."
Guo Li Cheng: "These guys must have already started bragging in the community, 'Oh, I was the MVP in this battle, I took the most damage,' and so on—"
Caoyuan: "...? Alright, then finish off the severely injured here so they can revive sooner."
Next, the captured Apollo employees witnessed an extremely shocking scene.
They saw their fallen enemies being pulled out of their power armor by their comrades. Although their injuries were extremely severe, they actually had satisfied smiles on their faces.
Some of them even had a breath left, but their comrades were planning to execute them directly with guns!
Even more terrifying was that the severely injured accepted this cruel treatment with composure, chatting and laughing before they died.
What kind of war-crazed force is this? Those who witnessed this scene were greatly shocked mentally, covering their heads with their hands and kneeling on the ground, their legs trembling uncontrollably. Some even wet their pants directly.
"Hey, the one in charge!"
Ye Xing walked towards the mine Manager, who was trembling like a sieve.
"Who were you sending communications to just now?"
"It, it was Minister Omar from Li Star. He's in Oasis City."
"Oh~~"
Ye Xing had heard the name Omar from the prisoners before. It was said that his rank was quite high, and the previous nuclear missile attack plan was his masterpiece.
In short, this fellow's path to death had reached the highest level.
However, compared to Omar himself, Ye Xing was more concerned about his vehicle for coming to Li Star.
That was a very expensive private yacht, and it was also the "arrow-shaped aircraft" that Cheng Lei and the others had seen before. Although it was not equipped with weapons, it was equipped with a warp drive, with a maximum cruising speed 45 times that of Apollo's fighter jets and 9000 times that of Cangyuan's current speed.
And according to the prisoners' confessions, neither Apollo itself nor the "New Hope" where they were based could independently produce warp drives.
This high-end item came from another space city called "Elysium," which was said to be a nest of many ruthless capitalist tycoons, military-industrial complexes, criminal gangs, and interstellar pirate groups, a paradise for adventurers. About two percent of the population died from unnatural causes each year, but drifters from all over still flocked there.
"How did Oasis City respond? Will they send support?" Ye Xing asked again.
The other party shook his head desperately.
"Probably not—there are only two fighter jets left in Oasis City, and they don't have much means of fire projection anymore."
Hmm, I figured he wouldn't dare.
"Then what were you asking for help for?"
"Apollo's wormhole station's air wing set off a few days ago, originally to go to Li Star to deal with a bunch of bandits, but now..."
"Now you've sent a message to the Minister, asking the air wing to come here for rescue first?"
The Manager nodded, full of fear.
"How did your Minister reply?"
"Haven't received a reply yet."
"Very good. Then send it again, tell your Minister the situation here now, and then we'll wait for that reply together."