Chapter 170: The Battle of Amir (Part Four)
“Looks like New United States is planning a frontal assault.”
On the hills outside Amir City, a member of the special operations team watched the battlefield and spoke slowly.
“Hard to say for sure… but something feels off. The number of troops here doesn’t quite add up…”
The team leader frowned, but made no move. Their orders from above were clear—they were to remain on standby.
Olsen stood with his arms crossed, studying the stalemate as he sank into thought. If New United States really intended to keep pushing head-on like this, there was no way they could outlast the enemy. But even so… the losses on New United States’ side wouldn’t be small either.
“Notify the rear units. Tell them to watch for attacks from other directions.”
At the same time, a massive Ghost Force equipped with optical camouflage and electronic stealth technology had already slipped to a position not far behind Amir City.
“Sir, rear units are in position. Do we initiate the attack?”
“Yes. Launch the full assault. Have Black Hawk Squadron prepare for a decapitation strike. And… if possible, try to capture them alive.”
Roler paused briefly before adding the last part. High-ranking officers were far more valuable alive—whether for extracting intelligence or trading for resources.
Soon, under Roler’s command, a steel torrent of ground forces surged toward the Colorado troops. Dust billowed into the air as smoke and grit filled the battlefield.
“Commander Olsen, they’ve entered our firing range.”
“Launch the missiles. Trade blows with them.”
Olsen nodded and gave the order.
The moment the command was relayed, an alert sounded from the rear—New United States’ Ghost Force had begun its attack.
Olsen’s expression darkened instantly as he turned to Kuro Moribashi at his side.
“Mr. Kuro Moribashi, we’ll have to leave that side to your Arasaka people.”
Kuro Moribashi nodded. “Understood. We anticipated this scenario and are fully prepared to counterattack.”
Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, a New United States armored unit had completed its preparations.
With the order given, countless fire points converged at once, providing cover for the armored unit’s charge.
Such an obvious maneuver naturally caught Olsen’s attention.
“Take out the lead unit with rocket launchers.”
Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing whine cut through the air as several rockets streaked toward the armored vehicles, all fitted with armor-piercing warheads.
Boom!
A towering fireball erupted, followed by thick, rolling smoke. The armored vehicles were instantly rendered scrap.
But then, more than a dozen figures burst out of the smoke, charging toward Colorado’s lines at terrifying speed.
One of them had a box with a nuclear symbol strapped to his waist, radiating an unmistakably “nuclear-friendly” presence.
“It’s a Sandevistan vanguard squad. Send out the cyberware units to intercept. We can’t let them bring that thing over here.”
Olsen frowned and immediately issued the order.
Colorado’s forces responded at once. Machine guns opened fire, pouring rounds toward the New United States vanguard in an attempt to slow them down.
A storm of bullets formed a metallic net, blanketing the area ahead. Against Sandevistan users during activation, precision shots were a fantasy—unless the shooter was also using a higher-tier Sandevistan.
So they opted for suppression fire instead, compressing the enemy’s movement space as much as possible. No matter how strong the user, there were limits—they would have to stop eventually.
Of course, if it were a top-tier cyberware user equipped with the QianT series and cooling modules, that would be another story—but at this point in time, that model hadn’t even been developed yet.
Before long, one New United States soldier was shredded by gunfire the instant his Sandevistan shut down.
Colorado’s special forces also arrived on the battlefield, rushing in to block most of the New United States vanguard.
But the man carrying the “gift” slipped through unimpeded.
Just as he was about to reach an armored vehicle, he twisted his body midair, activated his Sandevistan, and blew the head off a soldier above with a single shot. Grabbing the vehicle’s hull, he flung the body aside and hauled himself inside.
After taking control of the armored vehicle, he drove straight toward Colorado’s positions.
The only “friendly” armored vehicle heading toward Colorado stood out like a sore thumb—and was immediately disabled.
The man inside kicked open the door and charged forward on foot, moving as fast as a speeding car.
Bang! Clang!
A crackle of electricity rang out, followed by the shriek of metal on metal. He sliced an incoming sniper round apart with his weapon, but the tremendous impact caused his entire body to jolt to a halt.
When another sniper shot rang out, the captain of the New United States vanguard—just about to activate his Sandevistan again—froze.
His Sandevistan… had overheated.
A splash of crimson hit the ground, and a massive hole tore through his body.
“Gah!”
His eyes burned with fury as he slammed the button on the box, then roared and hurled it away.
He wasn’t especially loyal to New United States. His reason was simple: as long as the mission succeeded, even if he died here, his wife and son would be properly taken care of.
Boom!
A small mushroom cloud slowly rose into the air, and Olsen’s expression grew grim.
“Sir!”
The communications officer snapped his head around, momentarily at a loss.
“Pull the formation tight. Fall back behind the defensive line. When the timing’s right, detonate the explosives there. Split the battlefield and delay them as much as possible so our troops can withdraw.”
“How’s the situation?”
Kuro Moribashi turned to Takekawa Shuuji and asked.
“The Ghost Force is strong. We didn’t bring many troops, so we can only hold them back, but for now it’s manageable.”
“Good. Find a way to draw them into our amb—” He stopped himself. “Forget it. Consolidate our forces and fall back to the rear position.”
Kuro Moribashi nodded. He had been about to order an ambush against the Ghost Force, but news from Olsen’s front-line command came through. With a helpless shake of his head, he abandoned the idea and shifted to a steadier approach.
“Looks like things aren’t going very smoothly for Commander Olsen…”
“Yeah. They let New United States’ small tactical nuke through and took a direct hit. What a… headache…”
Kuro Moribashi’s gaze grew distant as he looked toward the black smoke rising on the horizon, reminded of the Arasaka Tower from the intelligence reports he had once seen.
On a battlefield like this, powerful individual combat units could sometimes produce truly unexpected results.
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