Chapter 1338 - 434: I’d Fight Even If the King of Heaven Himself Came! (Part 3)

Chapter 1338: Chapter 434: I’d Fight Even If the King of Heaven Himself Came! (Part 3)

For the Empire!

Uh, no... it should be for Havana!

However, the cannon fodder he grabbed in a draft wouldn’t have any loyalty to Havana.

When times were good you didn’t think of me, now that there’s a war, you come looking for me?

The most ridiculous thing is that due to a large theft of military supplies and drug lords shifting assets, the frontline supply is severely inadequate.

This batch of drafted troops can’t even afford the standard guns from England and had to dig out a pile of old AKs and Uzis from some forgotten corner of a warehouse.

Let’s say it’s the divine power of Kalashnikov, most of these rusty old AKs still kept their shape, though the inside is rusty beyond belief, at least visually intact, and as for bullets, making a batch temporarily isn’t an issue.

But whether they can last until the moment of firing is really up to luck.

And UZI?

UZI is no good, completely wrecked, even if restored it’s a dud.

Don’t even think about bulletproof helmets or vests, there aren’t even enough troop carriers, and rations are issued one meal at a time.

And on this side of the European troops, to prevent the front from further collapsing, they’ve even brought armed hover carriers in the mainland to serve as airports and long-range fire projection.

Looking at the Cuban soldiers next door who were dressed in ragged clothing, Olson broke out in a sweat.

These guys can’t be relied upon, let alone guard my flank, once fighting starts, deserters might even drag us down.

If only I’d eaten less recklessly.

Luckily, this war should end soon, according to the latest intel, the first fleet has already taken off and will reach the combat area within two days at the earliest.

Olson’s had enough of these damned days, doesn’t want to stay in Cuba even one more day.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

The communication bell rang, seeing the caller, Olson quickly answered.

"....."

Upon hearing the orders, Olson hesitated.

"But... the nuclear warheads on my ship were used up in the last operation."

"The English fleet will provide their warheads. You just need to send someone to coordinate."

"What about international opinion? The impact from last time hasn’t subsided yet."

"Don’t worry about those insignificant things, history is written by the victors, and there’s no need to keep Cuba on Earth anymore. It has fulfilled its historical value, time for it to exit."

".... Yes."

Hanging up the communication, a ruthless expression appeared on Olson’s face, calling over the communication soldiers.

"Inform the troops on the frontline to prepare to evacuate Suicidro and Guines, they have eight hours to leave."

"Do we need to inform the Cuban army?"

"No need"

Informing them to flee would just expose us, right?

A bunch of Cubans, if they die, they die.

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The spring breeze lifts the hooves quickly, seeing all of Chang’an’s flowers in a day.

How should I put it...

Wheelchair, stationed at Guines, imagined many kinds of game experiences, but never thought he’d mysteriously become the colonel of some Cuban army, in charge of a thousand random subordinates.

Though it sounds impressive, he has never led troops!

The highest position he has ever held since childhood was a junior pioneer, he’s quite experienced being managed, but managing others was never on the table.

Luckily, this unit was infiltrated by quite a few squads, here to help manage this random troop, and with supplies approved by West Fire Grass, the equipment’s good enough to even compete with Europeans.

With supplies, there’s no shortage of food or clothing, and even occasional treats, the subordinates’ view of Wheelchair changed, remembering the tough days before.

It’s all about staying with Welcher!

"Boss!"

Sterling hurriedly ran to the command room.

"Those guys are here again."

Wheelchair looked up at him annoyed.

"Who’s here again?"

"Horizon Mercenaries!"

Sterling shivered.

"But they shot a few at us, and after a few brothers died, they retreated."

"Isn’t that alright then."

Sterling’s expression was odd.

"But... I just feel like they’re planning something, just like in Da Haguai, might even have infiltrated our city for sabotage. Should we impose martial law?"

Isn’t that obvious?

You’re just realizing?

The biggest mole is right before you!

Wheelchair took a deep breath.

"Idiot, with time to worry about that, why not think about today’s lunch instead."

Sterling, having been scolded, scratched his head in frustration.

Don’t know why, since following Welcher, he doesn’t feel as anxious, as if those Horizon Mercenaries are avoiding them on purpose.

Despite Guines being the last Havana bridgehead, they don’t attack it, opting to besiege Suicidro.

Indeed, he’s not fit for commanding, can’t understand these complex matters, better off checking today’s menu.

Just as Sterling was about to leave, a reckless guy burst in.

"Boss, a hovercar is coming!"

?

Wheelchair finally looked up, a bit puzzled.

"Hovercar?"

He didn’t recall any player notifying him about hovercars entering the city, isn’t this too ostentatious?

The messenger said, panting:

"Yes, it’s a European car, they didn’t say anything, just drove into the city, didn’t stop, our anti-air radar didn’t even react."

Come on, their radar will target their own?

But....

Why would Europeans come to Guines at this time? Even with support, shouldn’t it be more than just a few without notice?

This odd behavior immediately aroused Wheelchair’s suspicion.

"Where’s their car headed?"

"City center."

City center?

Wheelchair steeled himself.

Damn, acting so arrogant in my turf?

"Damn it, do they think they’re gods? Seriously, Sterling! Shoot it down with a rocket launcher!"

"Oh... huh?"

Sterling stammered, realizing:

"But those are Europeans."

"I don’t care if they’re Europeans or Japanese, even if it’s the king himself, I’ll shoot!"