Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1733 - 1726: Firepower Superiority System

Chapter 1733: Chapter 1726: Firepower Superiority System

After seeing off Ming He, the sounds of shouting and killing soon echoed outside the inn, along with the clash of weapons, interspersed with explosive roars and piercing screams.

Cheng Ziang didn’t yet know the details of the assailants, but from the sounds alone, he could tell these folks weren’t to be trifled with.

"Fula, Xiao Fula, where have you gone?"

Cheng Ziang looked around impatiently and called out, but Fulajie’er did not respond to him.

"Need my help?" Xing Hu saw the situation and volunteered once more.

"No need, just protect Qingtang," Cheng Ziang said with a sigh, "Seems like we’ve dragged you into this."

"No, no, the matters of the Saints are my matters too," Xing Hu said with a solemn face.

Cheng Ziang truly didn’t need Xing Hu’s help, as what he was conducting was the standard operational procedure for when the Advance Team encountered enemies, including cover, reconnaissance, and counterattack.

This emergency response protocol was summed up by the Advance Team through tough experiences on the Western Continent, having often faced gunfire in doing so. Although the technological level of the East Continent wasn’t as advanced as the Western Continent, the prevalence of the cultivation system meant that there were many cultivators among the populace, making them as dangerous as the gun-wielding bandits of the Western Continent.

Cheng Ziang pondered whether to respond to the crisis following the traditional protocol or to show no mercy and unleash Liseya to slaughter the foes.

The weapons equipped by the Advance Team, be it the Origin Submachine Gun or the Demigods, could both be considered the nemesis of cultivators, which was part of the courage the Advance Team had to venture into Kyushu alone and boldly.

Before he could think further, Fulajie’er’s voice came into his mind: "Detected unidentified armed personnel attacking, with numbers exceeding two hundred, launching attacks from the northwest and southeast directions simultaneously. They are hiding among the hills and forests, with a force deployment of over a hundred archers, the rest being unarmored infantry. But beware, about forty percent of them are cultivators."

"Understood," Cheng Ziang nodded and then asked, "Do you think those cavalry can withstand the attack?"

"They could flee," Fulajie’er thought for a moment and replied.

"So they need our assistance, right?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"We need to take them out," Fulajie’er corrected.

"Alright," Cheng Ziang nodded, earnestly saying, "Proceed with battlefield command deployment, Commander Xiao Fula."

"Can’t you just call me Commander?" Fulajie’er sighed resentfully and then seriously commanded, "Cheng Ziang, assemble the Origin Submachine Gun, ascend to the third floor via the left staircase, enter the third room on the right-hand side, and suppress the enemy’s long-range units from the window facing southwest."

"Roger, executing now!" Cheng Ziang nodded and was ready to move.

"What’s happening?" Xing Hu, seeing Cheng Ziang talking to himself, asked wide-eyed.

"It’s nothing, you both enjoy your meal, we’ll excuse ourselves for a bit." Cheng Ziang waved and turned to climb the stairs.

The education Fulajie’er received over the years played a huge role at this critical moment. Now, she was no longer the naive rookie commander she once was but had become a strategic artificial intelligence commander.

Soon, bursts of rapid machine-gun fire and the steady and calm sounds of sniper fire rang out upstairs.

Fulajie’er was like a player commanding their units in a strategy game in front of a computer. She needed to have a bird’s eye view of the situation, judge the circumstances, deploy firepower points, and even provide corrective elements and kill feedback for snipers.

With Fulajie’er’s assistance, Baiyue, who had climbed to the top floor, calmly sniped those high-threat targets. Meanwhile, Hu Daoke maneuvered through several rooms, unleashing his formidable firepower at will.

The Origin Machine Gun in his hands was as straightforward and fierce as his personality, creating an earth-shattering impact once it opened fire.

Hu Daoke continuously fired and changed shooting positions, proficiently controlling the interval between shots to ensure the gun barrel temperature didn’t reach the critical point. He was so skilled he didn’t even need to use an external cooling magazine, relying solely on the gun’s inherent cooling to handle combat.

The attackers clearly underestimated the Advance Team’s ferocious firepower. Their deployed archers had a shorter range compared to the Advance Team and were completely exposed to the range of their modern weapons, suffering a loss of over half in an instant.

If these attackers had been equipped with Flintlock guns, it might have caused some apprehension among the Advance Team members. However, the equipment level in Kyushu clearly wasn’t comparable to West Outer Heaven, and how could cold weapons compete against Source River’s technological arsenal?

Thus, under Fulajie’er’s guidance and command, only three team members of the Advance Team effectively suppressed the assailants’ offensive momentum.

With the reinforcements coming under attack, the assailants engaged with the cavalry showed timidity, resulting in some assailants attempting to disengage, retreating in scattered groups.

However, they clearly misjudged the situation. In fact, under these circumstances, staying engaged with the cavalry would have been safer. Because the Advance Team was cautious of hitting friendly troops, especially cultivators, they refrained from firing at the combat zone and focused their attacks on the reinforcements.

Seeing these assailants retreating, Baiyue, who couldn’t find primary targets, immediately started precision sniping those individuals.

She was still using the Origin Sniper Rifle, which lacked penetration power but had many other advantages.

With the Origin Sniper Rifle, she didn’t need to calculate the bullet drop point, just locking on was almost always a hit, and if the target was a cultivator, the bullet even came with a self-aiming system.

Furthermore, due to the mild recoil, she hardly needed to recalibrate after each shot, leveraging the semi-automatic advantage to continually take down scattered targets.

With the Advance Team’s intervention, the battle concluded in just over half an hour. The attackers, leaving behind seventy to eighty bodies, fled in disarray. While the outer walls of the inn were riddled with arrows, not a soul inside, from the Advance Team to the staff, was harmed.

However, compared to those inside, the cavalry defending outside the inn suffered significant losses, with over thirty cavalrymen killed and many injured. Although the cavalry fought bravely, they were ultimately no match for the cultivators, and numerous horses were either shot or spooked away.

As the battle ended, the commotion outside the inn gradually subsided, and the sky began to darken. Hu Daoke, carrying his machine gun and still chewing on a drumstick, swaggered into the hall, muttering disdainfully to himself, "What was that? I thought I’d have to load the magazine, and that’s it?"

What he referred to as loading the magazine meant attaching an external cooling device to the machine gun. But in this battle, Hu Daoke’s machine gun never even reached the critical level of overheating.

Soon, the other members of the Advance Team began descending the stairs as well, with Feng, who was tasked with protecting Luo’er, returning to the hall over the railing under Luo’er’s persuasion.

Xing Hu watched the excited Advance Team members, feeling both fear and a hint of comfort.

He had never imagined that the Advance Team’s combat power would be so formidable, with just a few members routing the enemy.

Back in the Guyi Government, he believed that the Advance Team needed his help due to a crisis. But now it seemed these people were simply playing the underdog tactic while actually being a formidable force.

Thinking about having to follow them north to the capital, Xing Hu felt a sudden sense of dejection, involuntarily letting out a sigh.

"What’s wrong? Why the sigh?" Cheng Ziang noticed his reaction and curiously asked.

"Oh, nothing, just..." Xing Hu shook his head with a bitter smile, "You all are so incredible, I feel like a clown instead, clamoring to protect the Saints..."

"What are you talking about? We are friends, don’t mind these differences, we won’t turn these weapons against you," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, said.

"But as good as you all are, I constantly feel useless," Xing Hu said.

"We never said we needed your protection; there are plenty wanting to protect us. Just focus on guarding your childhood friend, never mind our situation," Cheng Ziang comforted.

"But then, wouldn’t that leave me completely useless? How would I ever show my face to you all?" Xing Hu said.

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