Chapter 98: Tactical Insertion
In the midst of battle, the consequences of being flanked can be disastrous.
The mob, assaulted from two directions by the two infantry platoons led by Cody, couldn’t mount any effective resistance.
Had the 3rd Battalion on the front line been aware of what was happening behind them and prioritized cooperation over guarding the grain transport, the mob would have collapsed even faster.
But even without that, it wasn’t a major issue.
Objectively speaking, Cody felt that the military skill level of his current team was still lacking compared to his old unit. However, they were better than the mob and had superior weaponry.
At least they weren’t using pipe rifles anymore.
Realizing that the cultists who could release storm bombs were the biggest threat, Cody focused on them.
He selected the most progressive thinkers and the toughest fighters from his unit and personally led them to target the cultists.
Assault battles require this kind of approach.
Once he successfully led his men to kill the two warlocks, the battle was no longer in doubt.
The remaining mobsters were either killed or fled.
Cody did not pursue them. Instead, he led his team closer to the grain transport convoy.
The soldiers responsible for escorting the convoy were still very cautious, not allowing them to approach until they recognized Cody and relaxed their guard.
After exchanging secret codes, Cody left one platoon behind, along with the seventeen remaining members of the original escort team, and took the wounded to their designated second rendezvous point.
Ensuring this grain shipment reached its destination would guarantee the proper operation of the ten or so grain distribution points associated with the second rendezvous point.
Afterward, the two remaining platoons and the escort team would work together to ensure the convoy’s safety.
As for Cody himself…
He adjusted his cap, listening to the fierce gunfire in the distance.
His battle was far from over.
“We move out! Our comrades need our support!”
“Yes!” The soldiers, having just won a victory, were in high spirits.
…
Cody quickly led his unit to a new battlefield.
The situation here was much worse than the one he had just resolved.
This location appeared to be along the supply line to the third rendezvous point. A mob had already taken over the convoy.
The number of mob members here was significantly higher, probably around two hundred. Additionally, the proportion of cultists among them was greater; Cody counted at least five at a glance.
He knew how troublesome it was to deal with these cultists who could cast evil spells. It would take at least three emptied magazines to penetrate their storm shields, while a single wind bullet from them was like a grenade.
Moreover, they were heavily guarded by armed mobsters.
Judging by the situation, it seemed the infantry platoon responsible for guarding the grain convoy was likely done for. Whether they were all wiped out or scattered with deserters, they could no longer be relied upon.
Similarly, two infantry platoons had come from the third rendezvous point to provide support. Cody recognized the leader, another ‘Red Hat’ commissar.
However, the enemy was too strong for them to break through.
They could only maintain their lines, ensuring the enemy couldn’t break out.
Outnumbered, with the enemy supported by warlocks, and hesitant to use their mortars for fear of destroying the grain, their lines were faltering.
Cody immediately led his unit to reinforce the line.
His arrival with dozens of fresh troops significantly eased the situation.
In the midst of the battle, Cody found the other Red Hat.
“Tadius! Tadius!”
“Cody?”
The Red Hat turned, surprised.
Cody had no time for pleasantries. He quickly stated his intention: “We need to use our mortars!”
“But the grain trucks…”
“Yes!” The soldiers, having just won a victory, were in high spirits.
…
Cody quickly led his unit to a new battlefield.
The situation here was much worse than the one he had just resolved.
This location appeared to be along the supply line to the third rendezvous point. A mob had already taken over the convoy.
The number of mob members here was significantly higher, probably around two hundred.
Additionally, the proportion of cultists among them was greater; Cody counted at least five at a glance.
He knew how troublesome it was to deal with these cultists who could cast evil spells. It would take at least three emptied magazines to penetrate their storm shields, while a single wind bullet from them was like a grenade.
Moreover, they were heavily guarded by armed mobsters.
Judging by the situation, it seemed the infantry platoon responsible for guarding the grain convoy was likely done for. Whether they were all wiped out or scattered with deserters, they could no longer be relied upon.
Similarly, two infantry platoons had come from the third rendezvous point to provide support. Cody recognized the leader, another ‘Red Hat’ commissar.
However, the enemy was too strong for them to break through.
They could only maintain their lines, ensuring the enemy couldn’t break out.
Outnumbered, with the enemy supported by warlocks, and hesitant to use their mortars for fear of destroying the grain, their lines were faltering.
Cody immediately led his unit to reinforce the line.
His arrival with dozens of fresh troops significantly eased the situation.
In the midst of the battle, Cody found the other Red Hat.
“Tadius! Tadius!”
“Cody?”
The Red Hat turned, surprised.
Cody had no time for pleasantries. He quickly stated his intention: “We need to use our mortars!”
“But the grain trucks…”