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Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 365 - 163: Breakthrough
Chapter 365: Chapter 163: Breakthrough
"They’re charging over!"
"Armored Knights, Power Armor Knights!"
"Where are the machine gunners?"
"The machine gunners have been taken out!"
"Don’t pop up! Shoot from behind the cover!"
The sporadic shouts rang out above Rutlingen and Meqinggen. The two towns were already close to each other, and the defending troops immediately fell into disarray under the sudden spearhead assault.
Eleanor and Sigrdrifa, donned in Power Armor, charged valiantly ahead.
In fact, although Power Armor could stop bullets, it was a precondition that it should not suffer concentrated gunfire in a short period, otherwise the bulletproof armor might become deformed and damaged.
However, for the two of them, this wasn’t an issue at all.
Eleanor was protected by her shield, the hardness of the orichalcum allowing her to withstand the impact of most bullets—a capability far superior to any body armor.
Sigrdrifa was covered by the help of two Mind Mage girls, which drew most of the attacks toward Eleanor. Taking advantage of Eleanor’s shielding, she continued to throw the North Wind Axe from behind her.
With each throw of the axe, she reaped the lives of numerous soldiers in the trenches. If they weren’t cleaved in half on the spot by the axe, they were frozen by its chilling aftermath, swiftly falling into a critical state from the extreme cold.
These two, taking on the task of breaching the front, attracted over 80% of the firearms firepower. Peggy and Mia, on the other hand, infiltrated the trenches, not as conspicuous as the two Power Armor Knight ladies on the battlefield, but their efficiency in slaughter was second to none.
Peggy rushed forward along the trench, her Hot Melt Blade sweeping through the wind, decapitating any enemy in her path. Occasionally, when an enemy spotted her in advance and bullets pelted down like rain, she would back her Hot Melt Blade behind her and continue charging forward regardless of the barrage.
The bullets that lodged in her body were soon "expelled" by the writhing Flesh. "Flesh II," immune to physical damage, was as recklessly aggressive as it gets.
Charging straight to the shooter with bullets raining on her, Peggy would then raise her Hot Melt Blade and hack away. Whether the enemy was running, rolling, or trying to Block with their gun, they were all chopped in two like slicing through vegetables.
Mia’s style was more artistically pleasing to watch. She operated entirely within the Shadow Realm, manipulating the ground shadows to interconnect, with her figure continuously Jumping through these connected shadows.
When an enemy appeared in front, she would point her hand at them. The enemy’s shadow silently crept up their back, stopping at their heart, and then transformed into a sharp spike that pierced inward forcefully.
Piercing through the heart.
"This is the real assassin’s technique," Miel murmured as she looked at Peggy’s unmatched mowing style across and the enemy, who were wailing incessantly, "What kind of stealth is that supposed to be?" freeweɓnovel~cѳm
Soon, the rapid declination of troops infiltrated in the battleground was noticed by the commanders positioned behind the lines.
"Quick, send the Snipers over!"
Snipers, of course, are also standard in most Empire armies. The Duchy Armies of major families like Wolf and Weisbach had relatively professional Snipers who used specialized anti-personnel or anti-material sniper rifles, with rangefinding scopes and so on.
As for the private soldiers of smaller Noble families like the Fishbone Family and the Falcon Family, Snipers were merely riflemen equipped with optical scopes, capable of shooting from a greater distance, and a few such soldiers hastily made their way to the commanding heights of the towns.
"Here they come." Thira looked at the far-off church attic. In front of her, the highly compressed air changed the light’s refraction, forming a multi-faceted "lens" made of air that easily revealed distant movements.
"I see them too," Miel said. She saw through her "Visual II" ability, and Thira’s technique of manipulating air pressure to create a telescope, revealing the intelligence and creativity of the user, earned her deep admiration.
After a moment of marveling, she lifted her sniper rifle again, fitting the enemy at the top of the bell tower into the crosshairs of her scope.
"Do you want to use your Luck Ability?" Thira asked.
"Yes," Miel, remaining in a sniping posture, replied, "Without using the Luck Ability, just relying on the firing rate of the sniper mode, there’s no way to take out that many enemies at once."
"As soon as I take down the first one, the rest will probably find cover quickly, which will be much more troublesome."
"Using the Luck Ability, won’t the subsequent resolution of bad luck be very troublesome?" Thira said.
"There’s no other way." Miel implied that she was very dedicated, okay? Even if she had to sacrifice a bit herself, she had to complete the team’s mission.
"That’s true," Thira said. After all, it wasn’t her using the ability.
So, Miel lay down on the ground, and the fortunate feeling of ’Favor to the Mind’ surged through her once again. The tremble in her arms, the vibration of the gun barrel, the shaking of the ground—every factor was like a discordant noise. At the moment she pulled the trigger, they somehow formed a melody of perfect harmony.
Six burst shots, six bullets, each precisely passed through the head of a person in the sniper squad at the distant bell tower.
"Done!" Miel jumped up from the ground.
"Guess the points?" Thira quickly produced six dice.
"I guess the total is above 6, betting my month’s salary," Miel pulled out two pound notes and threw them on the ground.
Thira casually shook the container, flipped it over on the ground, and lifted it—it was indeed six ones.
"You lost, really unlucky," Thira took her banknotes, an inevitable part of establishing the bad luck.
"As expected," Miel said.
The two continued to surveil the distant battlefield. Eleanor and Sigrdrifa were still braving the frontal fire, rushing toward the nearest bunker. Muffled gunfire came from the other end of the trenches, clearly indicating that Peggy and Mia’s infiltration was rapidly advancing.
"By the way, where’s the Squad Leader?" Thira suddenly asked.
"No idea," Miel answered, "Maybe sleeping somewhere."
"We’re fighting tooth and nail here, and he’s sleeping somewhere in the back, doesn’t he feel guilty?" Thira expressed her disbelief.
As the capital of the East Solomon Empire, the people of Constantinople had many shortcomings such as vanity, love of debate, and arrogance. However, Thira had never before encountered a person from Constantinople as audaciously lazy as Aske.
She silently exchanged glances with Miel, both reading helplessness in each other’s eyes.
"How could that be, I’m also observing the tactical positioning of the battlefield, okay?" A voice came from above.
"Aske?" Thira looked up in surprise, "When did you climb the tree?"
"The moment we split up, I came straight here," Aske answered, "But you guys took half a day to find this place, a bit slow, isn’t it?"
Miel was speechless; she and Thira initially chose the hill behind them, the highest place around.
However, once they reached it, they realized that due to the overlooking angle, the line of sight cast toward the battlefield was obstructed by the hill in front of them by half.
So they ran here... If Aske really had arrived directly, it could only mean he saw at first glance that the hill behind was not suitable for a vantage point.
The two girls, however, didn’t realize this until they were on the scene, which only showed that their ability to choose a position was indeed not up to par.
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