People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

But when the battle between the two sides gradually heated up, Victoria's frontline commanders began to discover some problems one after another.

They felt that there was something wrong with the Ursas on the opposite side, because although they were well-equipped and had high individual quality, they seemed to have no brains when they fought.

Of course, the lack of brains here does not mean that they look like imbecile children, but that they are obviously fighting in a large army, but after it is implemented, it seems that each class unit is fighting on its own.

Not to mention whether the orders of the corps commanders can be followed, even the platoon commanders standing in the same trench cannot implement them in class units.

And even if it is the class unit itself, there are only two choices: continuous attack or stick to it. Besides, Victoria's commanders don't even see that they have to support their teammates.

As for the captains of the Victoria Legion, they can more intuitively discover the strangeness of those Ursus soldiers.

These heavily armed soldiers are by no means recruits, not even ordinary veterans, but elite veterans who survived countless battles

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Their fighting power and fighting will are very high, and there was even a rare case where the three of them joined forces and directly unloaded the thigh of a steam armored soldier. Normally speaking, such fighting power is at least the existence of an elite Ursus striker.

But how could it be possible for such an elite to have such a chaotic command system that it almost collapsed?

Even if the ordering system is completely offline, as long as the people in the trench shout, or even blow a whistle, these veterans can launch a combined attack that has been imprinted in their souls.

But they didn't, they didn't have any language communication, they didn't even make any sound.

Yes, this is the weirdest strangeness that the captains noticed.

There was no human voice in Ursas's positions, except for the noise of equipment rubbing against each other, it seemed that there were no living people in those positions.

If this is a new tactic of the Ursas, then how to explain that these veterans have to suppress themselves to make a sound when they are fatally hit?

If it is said that the Ursus soldiers who used to make the Victorian soldiers cautious, and even feared so far, relied on the beast-like combat power and the crowd, then what makes them fear now is from the throats of those Ursus veterans. Hissing sound.

——That was when they were in extreme pain, and they instinctively wanted to cry out, but they were completely cut off. In the end, there was only the sound of the air squeezed from the lungs rushing through the throat.

Weier's face sank like water, her body was covered with floating dust, which dyed the brown camouflage uniform gray, and under the dust was her awe-inspiring eyes like sharp knives.

War is like a forge, bit by bit, it is knocking away the impurities in this girl, making it pure and resolute.

Although with the connections and prestige of the veteran, plus the identity that even nobles and royal families have to recognize, Weir can be a staff officer in the rear, so that she doesn't have to risk her life to go to the front line every day, and she can quickly promotion.

But this young girl completely gave up all these treatments, starting from the most basic level of soldiers, and did not regard herself as any special talent at all.

And on the battlefield, this girl also gradually brought out her military talents to the fullest. She was able to fight Ursas raiders in close combat without falling behind, and her front-line command ability to reverse the decline of the local defense line several times made her She stood out from many soldiers and achieved military positions one after another in the past six months.

Now Weier is already the deputy company commander of an infantry company, and she is about to lose the company commander position.

Such a quick promotion did not arouse anyone's resentment. If she was just a son of a nobleman who came to make military achievements and gold plating, then the big soldiers would point and point behind her back no matter what she said, but Will was able to get to where she is today. His status all depended on his outstanding performance.

To put it bluntly, at least half of the veterans in this company who survived two attacks were saved by her from the Ursus.

For this kind of officer who is both powerful and kind to save his life, the soldiers wished that she would go to a better and safer place so as not to die on the dangerous front line.

It's just that this girl doesn't want to go to a safe place, and she will go wherever there is danger, so it is only natural that she will appear in the front line facing the Ursas.

Weier, who had just finished cleaning the battlefield, was in a hurry. She came to the door of a tent, opened the curtain without notification, and said to the people inside:

"Our previous conjecture has been confirmed, and the channels of those Ursus people are all quiet."

In the tent, the company commander and several platoon leaders were communicating and constantly updating the information they had communicated to the sand table in front of them.

After hearing Weir's voice, the company commander immediately straightened up and asked: "Are you sure the channel is not encrypted? Cromwell."

Weier shook her head, she put the radio communicator she had been holding on to the table, and tapped it lightly with her fingers: "We found the only communicator that has not been destroyed in the battle, my The teacher once taught me how to crack the radio link, but after getting started, I realized that they didn't encrypt their channels at all.

"People in the previous communication platoon said that the channels of the Ursas are encrypted, so they can't read any information. That is wrong-there is indeed no sound in the channels of the Ursans, and it is not that they will The channel went silent."

Weier took a deep breath, took the loudspeaker on the side table, and connected it to the communicator.

After continuously amplifying the audio, everyone finally heard a nearly distorted sound from the microphone.

That's human breathing captured by directional microphones.

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Chapter 35 The Mist

Everyone present is the kind of fierce person who jumps left and right before the gate of hell every day. Even in the face of the strange spell directed at the spirit of the Letania warlock, they may not frown.

But when they heard the breathing, a few of them couldn't help shrinking their necks, stretched out their hands and rubbed the back of their necks fiercely.

Because this voice seemed to be whispering gently on his own neck, which made some hairs stand on end.

"I cut off the input function of the talker, and

The node of the communicator is hidden, and the Ursus can't find us in their channels... So, this is not their deliberate silence, but the actual situation of the Ursans now. "

As a non-commissioned officer who came out of the military academy to receive technical military training, although Weir was also extremely talented in the matter of opening people's heads, these learned skills did not degenerate under such daily fighting conditions.

When Silber was in Victoria, he didn't really achieve nothing. Apart from the designs that were not approved by Weir and were preserved by Weir alone, a considerable part of Silber's craftsmanship had already entered the Victorian army.

This was also the reason why he was able to accumulate so many artisan points. If he just sharpened kitchen knives for the residents of Burgundy, it would be impossible to have artisan points that could buy so many blueprints.

And one of the techniques is the improvement of the military base station, which has more than doubled the working range while ensuring stability, and can directly call to the frontline cities on the battlefield. , at least two to three transfer stations are required to ensure quality.

Because the source stone energy environment on the battlefield is extremely complicated, it is extremely difficult to ensure stability, just like the current Ursus communicator, only a few kilometers away is enough to make the sound from it seriously disturbed. distortion.

Coincidentally, when Silber started the research and development of this improved technology, it happened to be the period when Weir had just joined his workshop, so Weir followed his research and development of the improved technology all the way, and thus mastered the radio device transformation technology.

Only in this way can she unlock Ursus's communicator, otherwise, even if the other party has not set encryption, it is impossible for her to be unlocked so easily.

The company commander took the communicator, Fang Zheng's face was full of solemnity.

He is an old man on the northeast front line, and the Ursus who he killed with his own hands can form a platoon, so he understands the stamina and perseverance of these Ursas, and also understands that their combat style is definitely not like this.

The Ursas are not the kind of silent steel that is frozen like ice sculptures by the cold wind. On the contrary, they are the hottest metal, the kind of high-temperature molten metal that has just been poured out of the boiler.

Those Ursus people will spit spittle and blood from their mouths on your face after being hacked by you.

Their personalities are like their favorite vodka, with a spicy mouth that cuts like a knife.

So it's no wonder these Victorian soldiers find it difficult to understand when these rough men from the north suddenly become so silent, and so eerily silent.

"Actually, before you came, we were also discussing a problem."

The company commander put down the communicator in his hand, turned his head and said to Weir: "The second row found a surviving Ursus soldier in the bomb crater. He was knocked unconscious by the explosion of the Originium skill. We are trying to capture him. He was then given emergency medical attention."

Weier listened carefully to the words of the company commander. From what she knew of the battlefield, this was the only Ursus soldier captured on the front line.

It's also strange that these Ursas didn't even give them a chance to be captured, and even said that when a soldier fell into a state of inactivity, and his comrades had no way to drag him back to their home line, they He would kill his comrades without hesitation.

Moreover, after a rough inspection of the corpses, the Victorians also found that their back molars were filled with potent, immediate-acting poisons, and even on some Ursas who were obviously front-line commanders, they also Found the miniature explosive bomb embedded in the impact-resistant vest, just touching the heart.

This kind of battle directly made the Victorians feel sincere doubts, because the Ursas people they met before did not have such a stubborn state that could be said to be in a state of bewilderment.

It doesn't look like they are fighting with normal people. These Ursus people seem to be fighting some kind of extremely terrifying existence.

"Just now, the medical team at the rear sent back the latest information about the prisoner." The company commander continued, but he couldn't help but pressed his temples on both sides with both hands, obviously extremely tired: "The prisoner died. , died shortly after waking up."

"Dead?" Weier immediately thought of a possibility: "Did he commit suicide?"

To be honest, this possibility is very low, because Weir believes that his colleagues should have thought of this and will control all means that can prevent the other party from committing suicide.

"No, it's not suicide." This time, it was a tall Vaivan platoon leader next to him who took over the conversation: "According to the medical soldiers, that guy was scared to death, although the specific circumstances require an autopsy I can only draw conclusions, but I believe what the old Logitech said, he said that the guy was scared to death, and that Ursus savage was scared to death."

The rather rough-looking platoon leader rubbed the tip of his nose, and his face was full of weirdness visible to the naked eye: "But those Ursus savages are also the kind of hob meat, how could they be scared to death because of the captives. "

His doubts are also the doubts of everyone in the tent, which is what they have been discussing before.

It's a pity that after Weier collected some information, he couldn't find a reasonable answer in his mind.

Or

If Xu wanted to find out the reason for this weird scene, he had to wait for the results of the autopsy of the Ursus corpses sent to the rear.

But for some reason, Weier always felt an extremely depressing feeling in his heart, and it was difficult to let go of it directly as usual.

Especially after hearing the sound of breathing and knowing the cause of the soldier's death today, this feeling of depression is about to turn into a real shackle, fixed on his neck.

In order to resolve such emotions, after the daily routine report meeting was dismissed, Weier went back to his own tent, took out a toolbox half the size of her from under the table, and gave the tools and materials inside to Got it out and started doing some work in the tent.

On the inner lining of the toolbox, there was a design drawing with white letters on a blue background. It was one of the several drawings that Silber had left for her, and it recorded the design process of a crafty weapon.

This weapon called the Hidden Blade, although it can’t really stand up to its name on the frontal battlefield, but the exquisite design and handsome shape inside make Weier fond of it, and he wants to advance the craftsmanship in this aspect when he comes back to relax every day.

Now, she has completed all the main body designs of the Hidden Blade, and is preparing for some expanded designs, such as adding a foldable small hand crossbow to the body of the Hidden Blade.

And when she finished studying the contents of the drawing and began to make a mold that fit her wrist, there was a knock on the doorbell at the door of the tent.

"Mr. Cromwell, here is a courier for you."

A courier in military uniform was dragging a huge storage box and standing at the door, and on the silver-gray box, two words composed of light blue crystals were reflecting the ocean-like azure under the sunlight.

——H·L

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Chapter 36 Express delivery

The courier who delivered the box was wearing the field uniform of the [-]rd Army of the Victorian Army. This army has been stationed on the Eastern Front all year round. They came from Letania, the country of sorcerers, so in terms of the resistance of origin stone skills, they had to be fully maxed out.

However, it is different from the Northeast Front. Although it is said that as long as the Northeast Front speaks to the Parliament, money, people and supplies will be sent in a steady stream. Dare to say a word.

But in fact, even in the face of the most tragic battle situation, the Second and Fourth Army on the Northeast Front cannot be said to be the wealthiest army.

On the one hand, it is indeed because of the huge loss of armaments. In the face of the offensives of Ursus and Gaul, a large number of armors and weapons are basically replaced every day; It is also not easy, but it is very suitable for those noble children to go for gold plating.

Those aristocratic children sent into the army will go to the Eastern Front under the arrangement of the family, and then, under the leadership of valuable armor and experienced non-commissioned officers, they will set off a few rounds of fireworks against the soldiers of Letania. He will be transferred back to the rear line to live in peace, waiting for the end of military service to earn a bravery cross and return to his hometown.

Although there are rare cases of being killed by the origin stone skills of the Leianian warlocks, compared to the bayonet fight with the Ursus shield guards and the Gaul guards, dying at the hands of the Laitanian Anyway, there can be a whole body.

All in all, these noble soldiers on the Eastern Front are notoriously inferior in the entire Victorian army, but if there are too many people, there will always be some outliers, such as the soldier who is sending a letter to Weir now.

He is an out-and-out nobleman, but he is different from other noblemen. He is naturally fond of excitement. When the Eastern Front was still throwing Originium skills at each other, this man dared to jump out of the bunker and dance with a big blade. To the warlock's face red.

At this time, the power in the blood of the nobles and the educational resources they have received since childhood are fully reflected.

In the second charge just after entering the front line, he was able to keep up with the pace of those veterans, even after cutting off the hands of a Letania warlock, he retreated back to his own position completely. .

In the subsequent charge, he even carried out the soldier whose function was stopped in the armor without receiving steam armor training, then entered the steam armor by himself, and led the wounded man to fight a bloody path , just ran out from the encirclement net.

There were so many such examples that it didn't take long for his name to spread throughout the Eastern Front.

Even in the Northern Legion who fought desperately with the Ursus, they all knew that there was a ruthless man named Churchill Murphy on the Eastern Front, who used a knife to stab the ass of the Letanians all day long, and he was still alive and kicking every time. ran back.