Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 142

142. Chapter 142, Shattered at the Touch

Chapter 142,

Gu Hang was unaware of the current situation of the Garbage Town that breaks at the touch, and the many love-hate relationships that had just occurred.

The latest news he received came from Denison Henry.

According to intelligence, Jason Swan, the most important agent in Garbage Town, should have confirmed that he would try his best to lead the entire town to surrender.

It is true that there are resistance forces in the town, but they will enforce martial law and lock those opponents in Garbage Town until they come to take over.

Logically, shouldn’t this be going smoothly?

But when he led his troops to the outside of Garbage Town, he ran into an adventure group of about a thousand people who were leaving.

It looked like an advance team.

At the beginning, there was no exchange of fire between the two sides, but they were confronting each other at a distance.

At this time, Gu Hang keenly judged that something might have happened in the garbage certificate.

When the frontline troops came to ask what to do, he just thought for a moment and gave an order: “Convey my order to those adventurers: Garbage Town is the territory of the alliance. According to my order, Garbage Town should be under full martial law at this moment. Order everyone to stop advancing immediately, retreat to Garbage Town, and resolutely implement the martial law order.”

Soon, Gu Hang’s order was passed to the adventurers on the front line by the frontline soldiers through the loudspeaker.

This statement made the adventurers hesitate.

Are you going to retreat? What is going on in front? Armed parade?

But if you don’t retreat, do you have to fight with the governor’s army on the opposite side?

The army that came this time didn’t have so many bluffing armored units. At least what appeared in front of them were ordinary infantry.

However, looking at their uniform black and gray military uniforms and combat uniforms, as well as the firearms that looked much more reliable than the iron barrel rifles in their hands, and the rocket launchers and machine guns that were much more numerous than them…

In short, they were much more elite than them.

But the soldiers of the 2nd Infantry Division didn’t care what the adventurers in front thought.

There were three companies of troops confronting the adventurers at the front line. Some of the other troops were still advancing from behind, while others were deployed to the sides.

If the governor wanted to enforce martial law, he would definitely not just shout it with a loudspeaker. He had to have enough force to ensure that those who disobeyed the order would have a miserable end.

In fact, the entire 2nd Division would have to follow the order to block the town and block the area outside the town entrance.

The three companies in charge of the front line were busy in front of the adventurers.

Many of them took out their engineer shovels and started digging foxholes on the spot.

The large area outside the garbage town was an unobstructed wasteland. With the distance between them not far, the officers of the three companies were quite nervous. As long as there was an accidental discharge of the gun, there would be no shelter. In

an emergency, it was definitely not realistic to dig trenches temporarily, but digging a pit was always more useful than being exposed in the wilderness. Even if the pit is shallower, as long as people can lie there to reduce the exposed area, that’s enough.

Their actions made the adventurers on the opposite side even more at a loss.

They dared not fight, and they were unwilling to retreat.

More importantly, none of them could make a decision.

The sub-group leaders and captains among them heard Mark Ferry’s order from the walkie-talkie, asking them to make an armed breakout in the embarrassing situation of not knowing what to do.

But…

these adventure leaders did not start to act immediately.

Who are you? Do you think I will listen to you? Where is my boss Nasser?

You, a person who doesn’t know where you came from, asked me to lead people to fight with the governor’s elite army. Am I a fool to listen to you? Brothers’ lives are not lives?

Most people are still rational in this state.

But… when there are too many people, anything can happen.

What’s more, this group of adventurers is far from being able to follow orders like the regular army.

I don’t know if someone is really a fool, and he just obeyed the order from the walkie-talkie subconsciously, no matter who said it; or maybe someone really fired because the current situation was too tense.

Anyway, in the wilderness, three sporadic gunshots came from the adventurers.

However, none of the governor’s soldiers, who were one or two hundred meters away, were injured. The shabby iron pipe rifles commonly used by adventurers have a maximum theoretical range of 500 meters, but in fact, they are really not accurate after flying out of 100 meters, and there is nothing a sharpshooter can do.

These three bullets are the same, but they raised three pieces of dust in front of the two companies digging pits.

But this is a question of nature.

When the enemy directly launches an attack with lethal hot weapons, counterattack is almost an inevitable option.

Three infantry companies, nearly 400 soldiers, started counterattacks almost at the same time.

The most brutal of them are more than 30 squad machine guns.

While digging pits and building temporary simple positions, the soldiers of the 2nd Division had the highest priority of deploying various company-level firepower. Mortars, rocket launchers, squad machine guns… all counted.

And the first to get angry were the more than 30 squad machine guns.

The high rate of fire, large ammunition capacity, and the firepower that burst out in an instant, coupled with the shooting of another 300 rifles, instantly caused extremely heavy casualties to the adventurers in front.

The iron barrel rifles in the hands of those adventurers had no accuracy at a distance of 100 to 200 meters, but the G9 rifles in the hands of the alliance soldiers were not.

Although the people seen through the machine sight at this distance were very small, there was always a certain probability of hitting by pressing the muzzle and accurately firing at the approximate position of the enemy.

What’s more, the nearly 2,000 people were standing quite densely, and there was no cover at all.

Some people fell down in groups.

And those who were still alive could no longer remain indifferent at this moment.

They immediately lay down and began to try to fight back.

The two sides fired at each other from a distance of one or two hundred meters. The

adventurers had more people and more guns, but not only did they suffer more casualties, but they were also completely suppressed in terms of firepower.

So what if they had nearly two thousand guns? If they couldn’t shoot accurately, they would be no different from a fire stick that could make a noise. What’s more, their two thousand guns were not only inaccurate, but also seriously lacked strong suppressive firepower. Just from the firepower density, a G9C general-purpose machine gun could match a hundred iron rifles.

The three infantry companies in the front were not without casualties. They didn’t dig enough foxholes, so those who had nowhere to hide could only lie down and shoot back. But relatively speaking, the number of casualties was much less than that of the enemy.

Moreover, they then took out more powerful weapons.

Bazookas and mortars.

The three infantry companies had nearly ten mortars and twenty or thirty rockets. A concentrated round of firepower brought heavy casualties to the adventurers. The

bigger blow was to morale.

Originally, morale was low, and they didn’t know whether to fight or not. The fight was only because a few people were not clear-headed or because of accidental discharges. Most people knew that they couldn’t fight.

As a result, after being forced to fight, they were unilaterally suppressed and slaughtered by firepower. As expected, they couldn’t win at all.

After another round of bombing, they collapsed.

Some people started to run.

But they were afraid of being shot from behind, so most people lay down and didn’t dare to move.

Then they found that those who turned around and ran were really fine. On the contrary, those who didn’t run or dared to show their heads to fight back would often be swept by machine guns, and mortars and rocket launchers would occasionally fire a few rounds at them.

Then, all the adventurers ran back in a swarm.

From the start of the fight to the collapse of the entire front, the whole process may not exceed ten minutes. About two hundred adventurers died on the front line

. Two people from the three infantry companies of the 2nd Division died, and about seven or eight were injured. While the fight was going on here, the troops that set up a blockade in other directions also clashed with those adventurers.

However, the results were all similar.

Gu Hang saw the situation on the front line and even felt a little “disappointed”.

Ten kilometers away, the three artillery battalions of the 2nd Division and the artillery support company directly under the division headquarters had all set up artillery positions. Originally, it was planned that if there was any disadvantage in the front-line battle, the more than eighty 155 howitzers would fire three or five rounds to give these adventurers in the garbage town a little shock of firepower.

It seems that it is not needed at all.

Even the heavy artillery was not used, and the firepower of the infantry company alone had already solved the problem. The armed adventurers, who numbered more than ten thousand, vividly demonstrated what it meant to be broken at the touch.

It was too weak.

No wonder the entire garbage town had a hundred thousand people, but was beaten to pieces by the greenskins in the ruins of the tower.

Of course, from the perspective of Gu Hang’s taking over the garbage town, this was a good thing.

Afterwards, Gu Hang thought about it for a while, called Thadius, the division commander who was quickly promoted, and issued a new order.

The infantry division that had completed the blockade of Garbage Town began to gradually move inwards, narrowing the encirclement.

At the same time, their loudspeakers were constantly conveying the Governor’s orders to the adventurers:

“Put down your weapons! Those who resist will be considered as rebels!”

“Put down your weapons! Those who resist will be considered as rebels!”

Under the continuous looping, the adventurers who had seen the Governor’s army’s strength, lack of organization, and lack of unified command, put down their weapons and surrendered on a large scale.

The few who did not surrender could only run back to Garbage Town with their weapons and hide. They did not have the courage to fight the Governor’s army again.

However, even if they wanted to hide, it would be difficult.

Garbage Town was not their territory.

Some of the “Clock Iron Blade” adventurers who were still loyal to Swan were the armed forces that enforced the martial law in Garbage Town before. At this moment, they have transformed themselves into a line of defense to block the adventurers from returning.

With their boss dead and betrayed by the “captain”, the few elite adventurers in Garbage Town did fall into chaos for a while, but now they have regrouped. The middle-level leaders who are still loyal to Swan have united and continued to enforce the martial law order, blocking the main entrance to Garbage Town.

Revenge? There may be a little meaning in this regard, but the main thing is that after figuring out the current situation, they chose to stand on the side of the winner.

It is obviously more promising to follow the governor.

In addition to the people of “Clock Iron Blade”, the other wealthy agents who are still in Garbage Town also united after the initial chaos. They have contributed to persuading Clock Iron Blade to continue to execute orders. At the same time, they also sent a small part of their own direct forces to join the adventurers of Clock Iron Blade to carry out the task of blocking the city.

Those adventurers who tried to escape back were forced to open fire at them.

If I can’t beat the governor’s army, can I beat you? In the

end, they really can’t beat it.

Although Clock Iron Blade is also an adventure group, it is indeed Swan’s most direct team. He spent a lot of money to raise this army. Their weapons and equipment, as well as their training level, are stronger than those of ordinary adventurers.

It is not easy to quickly break through their defense line.

With the advantage of numbers, there may be a chance if they have more time, but these adventurers obviously do not have enough time.

As more and more people surrendered, several companies in the 2nd Division began to move forward quickly, came to the rear of those adventurers who were unwilling to surrender and lay down their weapons, and launched an attack on them.

Under the double attack, these adventurers also collapsed at a very fast speed.

Now there is no way to escape, and there are only two options: lay down your weapons and surrender, or resist to death.

Of course, there are very few people who are willing to die.

And if there are such people, they will find a way to solve the problem without even the soldiers of the alliance.

Among those who were solved, there are some leaders of the adventure group who intend to continue to resist, followers of Nasser, people who have experience as plunderers… and a special guy.

Mark Ferry.

He was shot three times in the back of the head and six times in the back of the chest. Several adventure group leaders surrendered and said that he committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

…

The problem outside the city was basically solved.

An infantry regiment under the 2nd Division stayed behind to guard the disarmed prisoners.

They would be detained in the adventurer camp in Garbage Town.

Gu Hang, with the other two regiments, entered the town.

He was greeted by Zhong Zhong Tie Ren, who had put away his weapons, and many property agents.

After entering the largest council hall in Garbage Town, Gu Hang had just sat down, and the agents couldn’t wait to rush up and offer their loyalty to the governor.

They were talking about what industries they had and how much they could produce; they were talking about the production and management methods of Garbage Town; they were talking about what qualities the best candidates for managing these things should have…

Gu Hang listened absent-mindedly.

It was not until Thadius, who was still wearing a bright red hat as a division commander, pushed open the door and strode in that his expression became lively.

These agents were indeed the masters of Garbage Town in the past, but starting today, they are no longer.

Here, what Gu Hang cares about most is not them, but the army, those armed adventurers.

Thadius’s appearance here means that the news he wanted has arrived.

(End of this chapter)