Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 101 Don't mistreat the corpse, thank you!

The entire battle lasted only a dozen seconds. The three Astartes didn't even use their signature 12.7mm assault rifles; they took them all down with just a few punches and kicks.

Their only damage was a couple of spots on their power armor where the gold paint had been rubbed off by bullets.

This scene completely shattered the will of the remaining resistance fighters.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

"Don't kill me! I have children at home!"

Weapons were scattered everywhere, and the remaining guards and clergy knelt on the ground with their heads bowed low, wishing they could disappear into the cracks in the stone slabs.

The Astartes then advanced rapidly along the main streets in small squads.

If sporadic resistance is encountered, it is simply swept away; if anyone kneels and surrenders, they are taken over and guarded by ordinary soldiers who follow up.

Although they were ordinary soldiers, strictly speaking, they should be called Astartes Auxiliary Army.

Apart from the lack of genetic enhancement and the use of a relatively low-end AI-1 exoskeleton, it's not bad in other aspects.

In some matters, these soldiers even acted more fanatical than Astartes.

As mentioned before, the entire Holy City now has a population of over 300,000, and almost the entire majority of them are fanatical followers of Murphy.

In their eyes, Murphy is God the Father, and Astartes, clad in golden armor, is his heavenly warriors and angels.

Now they have the opportunity to serve the angels and soldiers, and if they perform well later, they can even become Murphy's angels and soldiers. The atmosphere of fervor is simply extreme.

As a result, the number of people wanting to join the auxiliary army every day is almost overwhelming the entry requirements.

Even after careful selection, the number of auxiliary troops has now reached 2.

For a city with only 30 people, this ratio of nearly one in ten is enough to bring it down.

But Murphy wasn't worried. Back when he was transforming the Holy City, he had already ordered the construction of several super-large vertical farms.

Now, three months later, these vertical farms have officially started production.

In addition, with the resources accumulated by the former privileged class, there was no need to worry about food.

With such a devastating attack, the pacification of Ironthorn City was incredibly fast.

Meanwhile, Wilson stood before the now-ruined ruins of the church, his gaze sweeping across the gradually brought under control of the neighborhood, and pressed the communication button.

"Reporting, sir, the core area of ​​Ironthorn City has been taken control, the resistance has been basically broken, and there have been no casualties on our side. Over."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communication channel before Murphy's calm voice came through.

"Very good. Maintain order, inventory the supplies, and prepare for receipt. Also, find out if there's anyone named Malcolm. Even if he's dead, dig him up. He was an archbishop, after all; we don't want people saying we're mistreating corpses."

"Yes, sir!"

Wilson ended the call and looked up at the gray sky.

The drones that had completed their bombing mission were returning in formation, while more transport helicopters, carrying a second batch of soldiers and engineers, appeared on the distant horizon.

Ironthorn City, the city closest to the Holy City, took less than an hour from the first explosion to the restoration of order.

War? Does not exist!

A similar situation is occurring simultaneously in Anvil City and Ash City, two relatively close cities.

Iron Anvil City, located in the northeastern mining region of the continent, is the only one of the seven holy cities that is primarily based on mining and basic industries.

The entire city was built around several rich iron mines, and there were smelting workshops and miners' shacks everywhere in the city.

The garrison was also the best equipped of the seven cities, not because they were rich, but because they could manufacture guns and cannons themselves.

Cheng Hongtu led the attack on Tiezhen City.

Five hundred Astartes, forty Eagle helicopters, twelve heavy transport aircraft, thirty Badger infantry fighting vehicles, four thousand auxiliary troops, and a large number of transport vehicles.

Of course, attacking a small city wouldn't require so many Astartes.

Four thousand auxiliary troops equipped with A1-1 exoskeletons are enough to sweep everything away.

After all, Murphy's Astartes, though a bootleg, was no weakling.

If they really went all out, a hundred men would be enough to take over the entire city.

Moreover, according to news from William, he has made another breakthrough, and the mortality rate of the enhanced units is expected to continue to decline.

As time goes by, the number of Astartes will increase.

If there's no shortage of manpower, Murphy wouldn't mind sending out the Astartes to gain more practical experience.

The battle began at dawn.

The first wave was a drone carrier, which directly blew the cathedrals of Anvil City into the air.

Then Astartes began its airdrop.

Cheng Hongtu originally wanted to emulate Wilson's approach: a swift and decisive victory, a single push to destroy the city's command center.

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Once inside, it turned out that this awful place was more troublesome than it had imagined.

During the targeted execution, Archbishop Musk of Anvil City left his residence 10 seconds early.

This led to the failure of the decapitation strike.

This triggered a series of chain reactions. Due to its stronger industrial base, Iron Anvil City's communication network was superior to that of Holy City.

Musk, having failed in his decapitation strike, quickly moved to an underground bunker and commanded the city's defenders to launch a counterattack.

Although on the main battlefield, these so-called defenders were no match for the Astartes wearing CMC uniforms.

A 12.7mm automatic rifle is no different from hitting tofu when it comes to shooting down the guards who are carrying ordinary rifles.

The problem was that the garrison, composed of miners, reacted quickly.

After collapsing at the slightest touch, they all burrowed underground.

The mines beneath Iron Anvil City have been excavated for hundreds of years, with tunnels connecting in all directions.

Some old mines are even 70 or 80 meters deep underground, and their complexity is even greater than that of the most complex mazes.

Although the city was under control smoothly, the garrison troops who had been holding the underground positions still occasionally emerged from abandoned ventilation shafts or hidden positions.

They crawled out of the concealed mine shaft and fired a few sniper shots.

Cheng Hongtu led Astartes in a few pursuit attempts, but found they couldn't catch up.

It's not a speed issue, it's a terrain issue.

The CMC power armor stands 2.5 meters tall and looks imposing on the street, but it's completely incapable of navigating mine shafts that are at most 1.8 meters high.

Even if it's just sending in auxiliary troops or drones.

The garrison troops were also able to wage guerrilla warfare against the mines by virtue of their familiarity with them.

Cheng Hongtu was so angry that his face turned blue.

This was the first time I had led a large army into battle, and this is what happened.

So, they gritted their teeth and decided to bring in several bombers to drop all the heavy bunker-buster munitions they were carrying.

As for the civilians within the blast radius...

Are there any civilians there?

Long before the bombs were even dropped, Cheng Hongtu had already begun clearing the area. If you didn't leave, you weren't a civilian, you were a heretic.

Heretics have no human rights.

The bombing lasted for three hours.

When the smoke of battle cleared, Iron Anvil City had completely changed.

The once neat streets and buildings are gone, replaced by one bomb crater after another. In some places, they have collapsed into huge funnel shapes, revealing the shattered tunnels below.

Some tunnels were completely destroyed by the bombs, burying the soldiers inside dozens of meters underground without them even having a chance to cry out.

A few lucky ones crawled out of the uncollapsed tunnel entrances, covered in dust and blood, only to be spotted by snipers outside the blockade line as soon as they showed their faces.

When taking stock of the spoils of war, Cheng Hongtu even found the archbishop.

This guy might actually have some unknown talent. During the bombing, he seemed to sense something and rushed out of the tunnel in advance, but unfortunately he was still killed by the explosion.

Cheng Hongtu squatted down to take a look and nodded to the person next to him.

"Take a picture and send it to the officer."

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