Armor-piercing bullets don't believe in carbon-based monsters

Chapter 84 The Sun Should Rise

"Is this the encirclement and suppression you mentioned?"

In Yu Qingzhou, Zhou Yan looked sternly at Xu Lie opposite him, his eyes full of anger and doubt.

"We lost 11 Holy Bloods and 1 Source Blood, but in the end, we let our enemies escape unscathed?"

"Xu Lie, I think you should reflect on this."

"How long has it been since you returned to the Basilica of the Holy Blood and prayed to the Holy Father?"

"Your overly proud character has already caused you a lot of trouble, and now, this bad character has caused our brothers to die in vain."

"The protection of the Holy Blood is certainly important, but I have often advised you to make good use of the wisdom given by the Holy Father."

"Otherwise, what is the difference between you and those monsters polluted by filthy blood? What is the difference between you and those barbaric and stupid blood skeletons?"

"Those mimic heretics are powerful enemies. We must not have any chance of success when facing them!"

"this is the last time."

"From now on, I don't need your advice anymore."

"All subsequent actions will be under my direct command."

"You, leave Yellowstone."

"Once the ship of the Mechanicus Guard Brigade arrives, you will immediately return to Beiping and apologize to the Holy Father!"

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, Xu Lie knelt on one knee with a face full of shame.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Yes, this great defeat was indeed due to my improper command.

But under the circumstances at that time, was there any better way than mobilizing manpower to encircle and suppress the enemy?
The Mechanicus and the Basilica of the Sacred Blood have joined forces with the goal of completely eradicating the mimetic heretics trapped in Yellowstone City.

And if we allow them to break out and escape, what is the point of this alliance?
Xu Lie's eyes flickered with reluctance. He raised his head, took a deep breath and said:
"Master Warden, please give me a chance to atone for my sins."

"I will be the first to rush towards the enemy after the general attack begins. Even if a heretic's bullet pierces my body, I will never retreat a single step."

"I will die with my brothers. The blood given by the Holy Father will never be shed in vain!"

After hearing his words, Zhou Yan's expression finally eased a little.

He looked at Xu Lie quietly, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke:
"It's not necessary anymore."

"The Mechanicus' Templar Guard Brigade will arrive in an hour, and their flagship, the Blade Sea, is crossing the last bay of the river."

"Although we often have conflicts with the Mechanicus, even the Holy Father has to admit that the Mechanicus's combat power is not inferior to ours - especially when facing humans."

"The Guards Brigade will put an end to this disaster. The heavy artillery it carries is enough to plow the entire Yellowstone City flat."

"So, stop wasting your life blindly."

"The Holy Blood that the Father gave you has a greater purpose."

"Go back to Beiping, where you will be promoted to a Source Blood."

"From now on, you will shoulder the responsibility of spreading the holy blood."

After saying this, Xu Lie's expression instantly turned into surprise.

He looked at Zhou Yan and asked:
"Source Blood?"

"me?"

"Yes."

Zhou Yan nodded, then waved his hand and said:
“There’s no need to discuss this anymore.”

"The Guards Brigade is about to arrive. Now, come with me to greet them."

"This is the proper etiquette of the Holy Blood Temple."

On the other side, inside Yellowstone City.

The uninterrupted bombardment had lasted for a full six hours, and the smoke from the black powder explosion almost completely enveloped the entire island.

The pungent smell made it difficult to breathe, and in the smoke, a few Mechanicus miners would occasionally appear from the water. They were armed with single-shot rifles, and although they only had one chance to fire each time they came ashore, they still caused considerable trouble to the already exhausted Yellowstone defenders.

Two members of the city defense team were hit by bullets that were covered in dirt and possibly poison during the battle, and their wounds became infected at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

With the suppression of large doses of antibiotics, the infection was barely brought under control, but the two city defense team members could not continue fighting anyway.

The city's defensive forces suffered another loss of manpower, which was already bad news.

When the news of the upcoming Mechanicus Guard Brigade spread, most people's faces were filled with resolute expressions.

They seemed to have seen their inevitable death, and before the battle even began, they had already decided to give up everything and follow their ancestors.

Even after the Mechanicus' bombardment stopped, the people who had finally gotten a chance to catch their breath were unwilling to rest.

Yes, if you know you are going to die soon, who would be willing to spend the last moments of your life sleeping?

They talked greedily with others, boasted about their achievements in the past two days, and showed off the last glow that seemed to illuminate their barren lives.

To them, this seemed to be the last consolation.

Chen Jian did not stop them, nor did he force everyone to take a rest.

Because he knew that even if they had enough rest, these "new recruits" who had not undergone much training would not be able to improve their combat effectiveness much in the upcoming war.

On the contrary, when they face the test of life and death with a resolute attitude, their probability of survival is greater.

Everyone knows that the army that mourns will win.

So, Chen Jian just told everyone that when the sun rises, the winner will be decided.
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But he didn't tell the recruits which sun was rising.

Standing outside the tallest Mechanicus Cathedral in Yellowstone City, Chen Jian checked the pre-prepared steel shielding box that Lei Jie brought from the 7025 fortification, then held up a telescope and looked at Yuqingzhou, nearly 5 kilometers away.

The flagship of the "Temple Guards Brigade" had already sailed into the narrow channel between Yuqingzhou and the sandbar in the river. The Templars of the Guards Brigade, wearing neat steel armor and holding high-quality rifles, walked down the deck one after another.

The priests solemnly shook the incense burners in their hands, the flames flickered, and the green smoke enveloped the crusaders, which seemed to really increase their fighting power.

Then, the priest who looked like a "bishop" raised his hands high, opened and closed his mouth constantly, led the crusaders to sing hymns, and put on helmets.

Chen Jian couldn't hear what they were singing. His attention was completely attracted by the two cannons on the flagship.

That was not the extra-large caliber smoothbore cannon he had previously thought.

Those were two real rifled howitzers with spades!

Although the specific caliber could not be determined, Chen Jian was able to basically judge through reference objects that these were most likely two 152 howitzers.

No wonder they are called the "Guards Brigade".

Just these two cannons are enough for them to wipe out many enemies!
So where the hell did they get this stuff?

Will they use it?
Chen Jian's question is almost impossible to answer.

Pity.

After all, there is no way these two cannons will fall into my hands.

Putting down the telescope, Chen Jian turned on the radio and confirmed the location with Lei Jie again.

"Lei Jie, are the conditions for delivery mature?"

"The conditions for delivery are ripe. I am approaching the river. Everything is going well."

"The measured flow rate is about 1.8 meters per second, slightly lower than the previous estimate."

"The device is expected to reach the detonation position in 20 minutes, plus or minus 5 minutes."

“The IFF is set and is currently working well.”

"The package has been packed. Do you want to send it out?"

Chen Jian took a deep breath and answered:

"Send it out."

"It's half past five. The sun should be rising."

(End of this chapter)