Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 4

4. Chapter 4: Is this a robot servant?

“What a pity.”

Gu Hang, holding a telescope, uttered these two words.

He regretted that the enemy reacted quickly and had already taken action before the bombardment began, otherwise the results of the bombardment should have been even greater;

he regretted that his side still lacked firepower. If the 60mm mortar was replaced with a large-caliber howitzer, the infantry would only need to clean up the battlefield, and the main problem could be solved directly by the artillery.

But under such conditions, there was nothing that could be done.

In short, after two rounds of bombardment, the enemy lost one-third of its combat power. Although it seems that there will be a chance to fight two or three more rounds later, it is estimated that the effect will not be so good.

The remaining enemies will eventually be dealt with by the infantry.

Patel, who was standing next to him, was very happy.

From the intelligence of the living, he already knew that most of his people, except for the dead, had been transferred to the prisoners’ lair and were being held, so there was no worry of accidental injuries when bombarding the temporary camp.

So, he was very happy to see the bandits who were endangering his hometown being bombed. After several rounds of bombing, the place was in a mess, with casualties not counted.

Governor, kill all these bandits! I, Patel, am willing to serve you for my whole life!

Just thinking this, he saw the Governor put away the telescope, called the soldiers guarding next to him, and moved forward.

He hurried to catch up.

…

Accurately find the target, open fire, and kill.

Feeling the slight heat from the HS3 “Eagle” electromagnetic rifle in his hand to his cheek, Yan Fangxu felt relieved.

The situation on the battlefield is always changing. He thought that taking advantage of the enemy’s unpreparedness, the mortar position would launch multiple rounds of bombardment, which would cause a devastating blow to these indigenous bandits. Most of the remaining people should be dizzy from the bombing. He brought the infantry up and only needed to clean up the battlefield and deal with some surviving enemies.

But unexpectedly, the enemy was very sharp.

Even if they were just some wasteland looters, they should not be underestimated.

The enemy had dispersed several squads in advance, forcing him to launch an attack immediately, otherwise he would be discovered by the enemy. The bombardment was launched a few minutes in advance, and the infantry he led also needed to annihilate the enemy squads at a distance of hundreds of meters from the enemy camp.

It was not difficult to eliminate these bandit squads.

But he was a little bored in the following battle.

The casualties caused by the mortar were smaller than expected, so he had to lead the infantry to bite the hard bones.

Winning is no problem, but what about the losses?

If you fight a group of wasteland bandits and take the lead, but many people die in the end, it will be too embarrassing. Moreover, too much loss will also affect the Governor’s plan.

He has full confidence in the thirty marines he brought down from the starship, but those mecha soldiers may not be. They are originally positioned as cannon fodder, and their equipment is also rubbish. More importantly, the fighting instinct implanted in the mecha soldiers’ brains is also in the direction of cannon fodder, highlighting a fearlessness of death.

Being cannon fodder is an advantage, but being a regular army is not necessarily.

He was really afraid that these servitors would be too reckless and die too many.

But after the battle started, he immediately felt relieved.

When annihilating several raider squads on the periphery, these servitor soldiers did not show much specialness. After all, he and the Marines solved the main targets. The special operations mode is what the Marines are good at, not to mention that they are equipped with auxiliary aiming, rapid search, precision shooting units…all kinds of accessories. Whether in terms of training or equipment level, they have a crushing advantage over the raiders, and it is normal to take them down without injury. The

servitor soldiers who did not get the opportunity to perform showed very good qualities in the process of attacking the camp. They

did not rush out like cannon fodder; each team maintained a scattered formation, and moved outward in groups of three. There were assaulters, fire support, and team machine guns to suppress and accompany the advance; although the mortar position one kilometer away could not cause particularly good damage, it could also continuously eject shells to accompany the soldiers to advance and suppress the enemy’s firepower.

The tactical actions of these mechanical servants, in the eyes of an elite like him, were somewhat rigid, but standard enough and effective enough.

Those looters who wanted to break out were trapped in the camp and could not get out.

They could only occasionally fire some bullets from inside, but they were not very accurate, and they dared not even show their heads, let alone aim and shoot.

Soon, several assault teams had entered the camp. The quality of the mechanical servant soldiers was still online, alternating advances, cross-covering, multi-angle cutting, taking care of blind spots… all the necessary technical moves were used.

Those bandits thought they could finally launch some substantial counterattacks at close range, but they were still greeted with the ruthless slaughter of the mechanical servant soldiers.

Of course, the mechanical servant soldiers are definitely not invincible. In close combat, casualties are inevitable, but it is much better than Yan Fangxu had expected before.

Is the training organized by the governor really effective? It

is not just a face-saving project, but it also has a real improvement in combat effectiveness.

Three hundred cannon fodders have become three hundred regular troops. The change happened in such a short time. He really feels incredible.

But this is a good thing.

With such a level of mechanical servant camp, he finally doesn’t have to worry about too much loss in the siege.

Those bandits simply couldn’t resist the attack of the mechanical servants.

This battle was won.

…

Yan Fangxu found it incredible. Kagana was really desperate.

His reaction was not slow, but he still couldn’t save his fate.

His brothers were trapped in the camp, and less than half of them were left.

The whistling mortars had stopped bombarding, because they were afraid of accidental injuries. He thought that this would give him a break and even a chance to launch a counterattack, but it didn’t happen. Those attacking soldiers with mechanical eyes were the things that made him most desperate.

He had heard of the “mechanical servants”, and some big forces also had them, but they were just slaves.

They couldn’t think on their own, and could only follow orders to do some low-end repetitive physical labor. They were not suitable to be trained as soldiers. If they had to do so, they would only get a bunch of cannon fodder. If we really want to talk about their advantages, they would only be not leaking secrets, absolute loyalty, and absolute obedience.

And these were mechanical servants?

Were there such outrageous mechanical servants?

In their cold eyes, there was no stupidity at all, only ruthlessness. They were well-trained, swift, and methodically slaughtered his men.

Fight back?

Many of his bandits did try to fight back, but the sporadic counterattacks were useless. Occasionally, the mechanical servants were injured, but that did not affect their mood at all. Even hiding in temporary houses made of construction waste and rubble was useless. Those mechanical servants would throw two or three grenades in a row, and then enter with guns without hesitation, not afraid of casualties, but often without any casualties, they could kill the bandits who resisted stubbornly.

Now, he knew that everything was over.

His temporary camp had been blown up, with fragments and craters everywhere; his brothers were killed and wounded everywhere, some were killed by explosions, some were killed by shrapnel, some were smashed by those well-equipped soldiers with electromagnetic rifles, and some were shot at close range by mechanical servants…

The ‘prisoner’ was dead.

But Kaga had one last trick.

His tribe was doomed, but maybe he still had a chance to survive.

He took out a palm-sized dirty green glass bottle from his bosom, and showed hesitation. He had seen what happened to people who drank this stuff, and it was probably not much better than death.

But if he didn’t drink it, he would die now.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the cork, and gulped down the potion.

(End of this chapter)