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"die! die! die! Hahahahaha!!!"

"You human rebels, get ready to go to Hell and beg General Bulashit for forgiveness!"

When a bunch of hulking dudes in heavy ballistic armor come charging your position with machine guns and rocket launchers, and you realize the regular rifle in your hands is about as threatening to them as a garden hose, you panic like crazy.

"What the hell is wrong with these damn Yankees!"

When his good bro led twenty‑odd men and launched an assault on Company Commander Skai's defensive line built around over a dozen Humvees, Skai himself was on the verge of losing it.

"Hit them with the EM machine guns! I don't believe these bastards are made of iron!"

Several vehicle‑mounted electromagnetic machine guns immediately swung toward the good bros charging them. If they got hit, even two more layers of body armor wouldn't save them.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

A few individual rockets came streaking in from the distance and slammed into the side armor of two Humvees. With a boom, fire blossomed everywhere.

By the time anyone snapped back to their senses, the Humvees were nothing but two steel shells wrapped in flame, the drivers inside blasted into nothing, not even scraps left.

This is the tragedy of modern armor‑versus‑ordnance. At this stage it's basically glass cannons for everyone—whoever lands the first hit wins.

But the remaining two guns still seized the opening to fire. Skai hadn't gotten where he was purely by connections; his constant skirmishes with the Camaguey Republic had earned him some real combat experience.

He'd positioned the two guns on either flank of the line, forming a cross‑fire net. The high‑velocity EM projectiles they lobbed out easily shredded everything in their path. The eight vanguard infiltrators in front had their ballistic vests blown through before they even bought themselves a chance to survive—bodies blasted to chunks on the spot, crimson flesh and cybernetic fragments spilling out of the half torsos that slammed into the ground.

Logically speaking, casualties that heavy would be enough to break a normal army's charge. But on Super Earth, as long as you're still breathing, the charge doesn't stop!

No one can stop their advance.

"For Super Earth!"

"For managed democracy!"

"Hahahaha!!! I love this feeling!"

The players at the rear had already gone blood‑drunk, cackling like lunatics as they launched yet another wave of attacks through the deafening roar of gunfire.

Thick, bright‑red blood seeped into the soil, flowing with the terrain and pooling into slicks in low spots. Black steel bore the will of the dead without hesitation, stepping over corpses to push forward.

Under such a dense storm of bullets, even high‑power Sianweistan couldn't dodge every EM round. But this wasn't a suicide charge, because the rockets in the rear had already been reloaded and another volley streaked out.

The last two cannons also fell silent in the flames.

Under normal circumstances, the rocket team in the rear wouldn't have been able to take out those firing points so easily. It was all thanks to the spearhead squad in this charge drawing all enemy attention that they managed to seize the chance and fire off two salvos in quick succession.

With the major threats gone, the good bro simply tore off his helmet and was the first to rush Skai's defensive line.

The distance between both sides was only a few dozen meters to begin with. To Sianweistan, those last few steps were gone in a blink.

Seeing this, a few Cuban officers knew things were about to go south. They absolutely couldn't let them break through, so they also kicked on their Sianweistan and charged up to engage.

Compared to the gangs in Night City and the militia Sword Saint had run into, the Cuban Army was clearly way more elite than the other two. But on an individual Soldier level, they were still noticeably inferior to the Netherworld Dogs.

The good bro reached forward and grabbed the blade of a Cuban officer's stabbing dagger mid‑slash. The blade sliced open his glove and synthetic skin, but got clamped tight by the metal finger bones, stuck fast.

"That's it?"

The good bro grinned at the Cuban officer. The bullet‑torn cheek exposed metal‑colored gums, and with that toothy smile he looked even more vicious.

The officer was scared shitless, hurriedly trying to pull back, but it was already too late.

The good bro yanked his arm, forcing the distance between them to close, then smashed his forehead forward.

Two skulls met in an intimate collision.

Crack!

The officer's forehead caved in.

Blood trickled from his nose in a steady stream as his eyes rolled back. He toppled to the ground, completely out cold.

Anyone who could make it here—other than the Propaganda Department and Yu Wenbo—nine out of ten were full‑body cybernetic conversions built like iron.

Aside from high‑penetration EM weapons, regular firearms were barely a threat to them. Let alone head‑to‑head skull bashing—how could a still‑mostly‑human officer be more hard‑headed than the good bro?

Having bagged his kill, the good bro strutted proudly, planted a foot on the officer's body and roared at the surrounding Cuban Soldiers,

"Who else! I'll take on ten of you!"

Right now, he was not fighting alone! He was not alone!

The other infiltrators had also finished off the officers who'd rushed up. Maybe the players still had plenty of holes in their group tactics, but when it came to gang‑style one‑on‑ones, even if you resurrected Hansen and had him bring his crew, they still might not be able to take these players down easily.

Fuck me...

Watching his trusted officers get slaughtered so easily by the players, Skai's eyes went blood‑red, his heart bleeding. He wanted nothing more than to grab a gun and go die together with this flock of lunatics that had dropped from the sky.

These were all assets he'd painstakingly trained up.

Now the vehicles were gone and the men were gone—how could he not feel the pain?

He no longer cared whether retreating would get him court‑martialed or punished by his superiors. Looking at the Cuban Soldiers around him falling one after another, a hint of despair flashed in Skai's eyes.

"Retreat!"

The bodyguard beside him didn't seem to catch what the company commander said.

"What?"

"I said retreat!"