Being obsessed with killing, I became a knife crusher

S08 Griffin Command on the edge of the theater.

M1918, FAL, M37, and OBR gathered in the combat command room.

Helian's virtual projection appeared immediately.

"FAL, there is a group of iron-bloods who want to attack the S08 theater. Your mission is to hold on to the position at all costs. We will immediately send reinforcements to support them."

"Hey, is the situation that serious? How many iron-blooded people are going to attack?"

FAL asked.

"...Unknown quantity."

Helian was silent for a moment and did not give any information.

"Really, that's it. We will try our best to defend the stronghold, but if there are too many enemies, are we allowed to retreat?"

FAL asked.

"Yun...Zila...Zila...Xu."

"What's the retreat route?"

“It hasn’t been…Zila…planned yet.”

"? How come you didn't plan it well? This doesn't look like you, Helian?"

FAL frowned. She instinctively felt that something was not good. Helian's virtual projection turned into gray particles, and then the communication was completely interrupted.

"The signal has been interfered with... The enemy is very close to us. Go out and garrison immediately."

Combined with Helian's previous order, FAL immediately guessed that the signal was interfered by Iron Blood, and then immediately issued a combat order.

When the four of them each appeared with four puppets to garrison outside the headquarters, the expressions on their faces became extremely ugly when they saw the soldier ants pressing over them like a tide.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a number that can be defended? It must be [-] combat units, right?"

M1918 complained with twitching lips. At this time, the four of them finally understood why Helian was acting unnatural before.

Even if they include the puppets, they can only fight 20 combat units. They have to face more than [-] iron-blooded combat units, which... has no chance of winning.

Even if it means retreat... it's too late, unless you run away now.

But the order given by Helian was to hold on to the position, and the possibility of running away without fighting has been sealed...

"Hey, are they arranged together? Each person leaves a puppet as a logistical supply to transport ammunition supplies. The M37 is used as a shotgun to clear the field at close range in the first sequence. Don't grab the ammunition before the enemy is close."

"ORB and M1918 free fire reduce the number of enemy combat units as much as possible. I will be responsible for attacking the iron-blooded special combat units."

FAL quickly issued combat orders.

M37 immediately jumped forward with the puppet figures and stood in front of all the figures.

M1817 and ORB immediately picked up their branded weapons and started shooting freely.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die... I don't want to die."

With tears in her eyes, ORB shot at the soldier ants that came like a tide. She originally just wanted to work in Griffin to repay the huge debt she owed. She didn't expect to be in such a dangerous situation. She was originally a civilian humanoid. She was about to have a mental breakdown when faced with this scene.

"If you don't want to die, kill all the enemies! This way you can survive! Don't think about anything, just focus on destroying the iron-blooded scum in front of you!"

FAL yelled, in this case, if ORB collapsed, it would lose valuable combat power. Although she felt that Griffin's reinforcements might not be able to catch up, Helian said that having reinforcements is better than having no hope at all, so She plans to hold on until the end.

Under the powerful firepower of M1918 and ORB, the soldier ants rushing at the front fell one after another like wheat being cut down, but in the next second, more soldier ants would fill in the areas cleared by the rain of bullets. vacancy.

Soon, the four of them discovered something was wrong.

"FAL, why don't these soldier ants attack us?"

M1918 asked in confusion. Logically speaking, they had entered the range of the soldier ants, but the soldier ants did not attack them.

This silent feeling of fear made several people feel a little frightened.

"No matter what, we can't let them get close to us. Don't care whether they attack us or not. We can destroy as many as we can."

FAL gave the order without hesitation.

Soon, the M1918's magazine was empty. Although the puppet immediately handed over a spare magazine, the soldier ants took advantage of the short time of reloading to close the distance significantly.

At this time, the M37 and the three puppets standing in the front row opened fire. The barrage of shotguns immediately swept away the soldier ants rushing at the front. The M1918 and ORB with loaded ammunition continued to fire.

They didn't even need to aim, every bullet would penetrate the body of the soldier ants. The difference in numbers between the two sides was so outrageous.

Seeing the high-level units without iron blood joining the battlefield, FAL also launched an attack with puppets.

"It's not good! FAL, the soldier ants on the outside are trying to surround us. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!!"

M1918 shouted loudly, but her voice was completely suppressed by the violent gunfire.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!!!"

FAL also shouted.

"Surrounded! Surrounded!!! Surrounded!!!!"

"There's nothing we can do about it. The amount of ammunition we can take away is limited. We leave the headquarters with a lot of ammunition! We will soon run out of ammunition and food! Instead of dying in such a miserable way, we are better off here. Hold on and wait for the reinforcements!"

FAL replied loudly.

However, the final moment soon came. The soldier ants that circled behind attacked the puppet responsible for transporting ammunition supplies from the back of the battle line. The four people and the puppet who lost their ammunition supplies quickly ran out of ammunition and were subsequently killed by the soldiers. Completely surrounded by ants.

"This situation...is really not good. Are we going to be turned into scrap metal?"

M37 smiled bitterly and used bulletproof steel plates to support his body.

"Uuuuuuuuuuah...I don't want to die...Why did things become like this? Why...I obviously didn't do anything bad."

ORB held his branded weapon tightly with tears in his eyes.

"Tsk, is that the end of it..."

FAL, who has always been strong and confident, has also lost the calm smile on her face. This is really impossible. It is unrealistic to use 20 humanoids to resist tens of thousands of combat units. She cannot even establish a complete front. .

If there were a little more, it might be able to last longer, but the outcome is actually doomed.

"What are they waiting for?"

M1918 pointed at the soldier ants around him who had stopped moving.

These soldier ants had not attacked them since before the battlefield started, but they still surrounded them silently.

"Or or maybe we can run away run away?"

ORB stammered.

"Give it a try."

FAL tentatively chose a weak point of the soldier ants and took a step.

In an instant, a large number of soldier ants blocked the gap.

"It doesn't look like it's going to work."

FAL smiled bitterly. Even though she was excellent, she couldn't think of a way to get out of the predicament in this situation.

At this time, the soldier ants in one direction suddenly wanted to disperse to the side, leaving a spacious passage. Despite this, none of the four FALs walked in the direction of this passage.

For no other reason than a small iron-blooded figure spreading heavy pressure walked quickly, which was inconsistent with her young body, and her face was full of majesty.

"Griffin's humanoid, immediately put down your weapons and surrender. You have no right to refuse. The network in the S08 theater has been interfered with by us. Griffin's headquarters has also been attacked by our network. All your mental backups have been destroyed. Destroyed, only the individuals currently living here are left.”

"I, if I surrender, don't you kill me..."

ORB asked weakly.

"Of course, I can guarantee your safety. You are an important commodity."

"Then, then I surrender."

ORB lowered its branded weapon.

A group of dragoons quickly approached ORB, then took away her branded weapon and restrained ORB with chains.

"Commodity? Are you Iron Blood Manufacturing still interested in our Griffin figure?"

FAL rolled his eyes, preparing to get some information from the judge.

"No comment, you just need to know that you have no right to refuse now. Griffin has no ability to save you from my hands."

The judge replied coldly that if Eliza hadn't wanted to trade these Griffin dolls with Moyin for enhanced modules, she wouldn't have bothered to do such a troublesome thing.

But this is what Eliza wants after all, so she will talk to these Griffin dolls properly.

"Yes, I surrender. Everyone, please put down your weapons."

FAL shrugged, they had fought for Griffin to the end, and now there was no need to continue to resist without even a bullet.

After receiving FAL's order, M1918 and M37 also asked their puppets to place branded weapons on the ground.

Soon the dragoons stepped forward to take away the branded weapons and then used chains to restrain FAL and other humanoids.

"Let me tell you, do you even want to capture consumables like puppets?"

FAL started to complain.

"It's impossible to tell which one is genuine at this stage, so we have to take them all away. The other party will determine your identities after the transaction starts. Be honest and don't play tricks, or I will tear you apart except for the mental cloud map. ."

The judge warned coldly.

"Haha, is it a good price? This is really ridiculous."

FAL smiled mockingly to herself. She never imagined that one day she would be sold as a prisoner.

The judge didn't say much to her. All the humanoids were stuffed into a vehicle. As the carriage door closed, darkness enveloped all the restrained humanoids.

"Ah ah... What a pity. I still have money to spend. If I had known earlier, I should have bought a few more clothes that I liked last time I went shopping."

In the darkness, M1918 complained regretfully.

"Well, it would be nice if they were sold to ordinary people. Then we should be able to escape easily with our tactical effectiveness. However, Iron Blood Works probably won't do business with ordinary humans."

FAL began to think about what happened next.

"Isn't Iron Blood Works hostile to humans? Their customers are also humanoid, right?"

M37 raised doubts.

"Who knows, but if it's also a human form, what human form would be interested in us?"

FAL also felt a little confused.

Even if the soldier ants that died in their hands were cheap, they would still cost a lot of money if they were piled up.

To be able to make Tie Xue pay such a high price to capture them, it is obvious that the main financier behind the scenes is very rich.

"It seems that those soldier ants did not attack us before to ensure our integrity as a commodity. At least in terms of safety, as long as we don't do anything extraordinary before we are sold, we should not be harmed."

FAL opened his mouth and analyzed.

"It's really strange to say that Iron Blood captured us and didn't even torture us for information?"

M1918 changed the subject.

"If a huge force is approaching, simple intelligence is no longer useful. Their main focus is a quick victory."

"I'm afraid they plan to surround the area where the headquarters is before they can react."

"In this way, they naturally don't have time to spend extra time interrogating us."

FAL opened his mouth to analyze.

During the whole process of being escorted, ORB did not participate in the discussion. He just huddled in the corner and cried silently, fearful and waiting for his fate.

............

C-MS feels that it is very lucky. Most of the facilities in Merchant Bank's headquarters are very complete. The most important thing is that all consumption here is free.

However, it has been two days since she arrived at the headquarters that day, and Mo Yin still has not shown up. From the window, she saw a group of unknown human figures lining up nearby.

"That's weird. What are they doing?"

C-MS, who was eating potato chips, muttered to himself in confusion.

"Ha, that man has worked hard enough. I don't know whether it's happiness or misfortune that he was suppressed to that extent by his own subordinates."

A slightly majestic voice came from the side. C-MS turned his head and saw a gray-haired tactical humanoid standing next to him, looking at the humanoids forming a circle in the distance with pity.

A small black animal was lying on her shoulder.