I Won't Be Monitoring You Every Second

"The anvil can be Shieldguards, a spearman phalanx, or even a skirmisher line, as long as they can withstand the enemy's charge and hold out until the hammer is in place."

Oute then gave Amiya a deep look. "The same goes for the hammerhead."

Warlocks, artillery... even power armor, they can all be qualified "hammerheads".

Its job is to achieve breakthroughs.

"They might be able to kill the enemy, or they might be able to advance the lines, but those are not their primary tasks."

"Breakthrough—disrupt the enemy's lines." Oute emphasized, "An army is a behemoth that lives by order; without order, an army is nothing more than a collection of ants."

"The job of the hammer is to turn enemies from behemoths into ants."

This order is multifaceted; even if an army is scattered into pieces, it can still know what it is doing and can rely on its own intellect to serve the overall goal.

But for the vast majority of armies... they're lucky if they can even form a battle line; for them, the battle line is basically the greatest (or even the only) manifestation of order.

"Once the enemy's lines are breached, their morale will collapse, and they will lose the ability to regroup in a short period of time."

But these headless flies, after being completely surrounded, began to desperately rush outwards. On one side of the street were heavily armed troops supported by a rain of arrows, and on the other side were seemingly very lonely guard operators.

Even without command, most of them still instinctively sided with the guards.

However, neither of the melee operators from either direction showed any intention of advancing the front line.

"Is this your reason for not recommending blocking the enemy's retreat, Doc Otter?"

Oute head.

This is actually very much in line with a person's instinctive cognition, and therefore easy to understand.

"When the retreat route is completely blocked, the enemy troops, who should have scattered and fled, will instead be forced to show a degree of organization. In a worse situation, our lines may even be breached by this fleeing military force."

Just because something appears doesn't mean it actually exists.

"But that doesn't mean they've restored order, it's just..." Oute shook his head. "We didn't leave them any other choice."

In other words...

Amidst the roar of artillery fire, the heavy armored soldiers pounded the ground with their thick shields, while the guards struck the walls with the hilts of their swords.

As the masked thugs' attention was drawn and the gunfire ceased, Oute, in a cold, emotionless voice, said, "Lay down your weapons, surrender and you will not be killed."

Ring ring.

The sounds of weapons hitting the ground quickly merged into one, then resumed with a soft patter.

A small number of people who were originally in a state of "who am I, what am I doing, the boss told me to charge" have started a new round of sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking is a feature unique to lower-ranked players, and you have to try it.

On the other side, Meteorite took a deep breath.

Not long ago, after the artillery fire started, Oute sent her a message, telling her to take the opportunity to screen out a portion of the Reunion Movement and not to return to defend.

In Oute's view, this order was perfectly reasonable... except for one small problem: there were indeed a few former Reunion Movement members among this wave of Lungmen newcomers, but they no longer wanted to associate with the current "reunion movement."

Now, they have two choices: one, to follow the increasingly abstract prank movement that demands they kidnap innocent girls, create riots in the city, and promise nothing but death and hatred; two, a group of beautiful but foolish... foolish but beautiful... in short, a group of genuinely good-natured idiots who provide them with cheap medical care, job opportunities, end-of-life care, and funeral services... a group of truly good-natured fools who are actually doing things for the infected.

To the average person, choosing between these two options requires almost no hesitation.

The ship's crew, wearing red, blue, and even white caps and carrying necessary equipment, participated in the work seemingly casually. Meanwhile, the new recruits from Lungmen, wearing yellow safety helmets, were doing preliminary clearing of the debris at the chosen site.

As a temporary, unofficial prison, it only requires some renovations, not a complete reconstruction. Moreover, the equipment hasn't been fully delivered yet, and if it were truly for construction purposes, it would be impossible for so many people to visit here at once.

Upon hearing the sound of gunfire, a newcomer from Lungmen suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, Sister Meteorite, didn't the Doctor and his team capture some infected people before?"

He hesitated, then asked the crucial question, "What's wrong with them now?"

Meteorite glanced at the Catastrophe Messenger wearing a strange helmet.

Her expression suddenly turned cold, and her fluffy tail stopped wagging.

Provence.

Oute deliberately used an extremely simplistic rhetoric, cryptically stating, "Once this privately-owned facility for the forced labor of others is completed, Rhodes Island will wrest control of it from the Lungmen Guard Department. If this batch of infected individuals survives until then, they will receive the punishment they deserve."

"No more than that, and no less than that."

He desperately wanted these people to rebel on the spot...

But this "talent," who was almost certainly a member of the Reunion Movement, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see... I understand." As he said this, he even had the strength to move bricks again.

Oute tilted his head, and Lupo's eyes were full of confusion.

If you just defect to the enemy like this, wouldn't all the hard work I put into preparing this for you have been for nothing?

Oute immediately added "prepared but the accident did not happen" to the Book of Hatred.

No, why are you being so awkward?

Chapter 127 I Won't Monitor You Every Moment

Oute focused more of his attention on the office. Here, the operators were working hard to maintain order and try to protect the civilians inside the surrounding buildings.

While this may seem tactically foolish, strategically it is precisely the foundation upon which Rhodes Island, this "Knights," stands. As long as the organization remains under its control, the beliefs upon which it is built cannot be ignored.

Otherwise, the organization's corruption or disintegration is imminent—and unlike the depravity depicted in some works, this corruption is completely unshakeable, only stirring the blood and lamenting its lack of resistance.

"Sharp, take your squad and head to the guard camp," Huang commanded another operator in a cold tone that was completely out of character.

The guard camp is the one that was previously rented. Oute originally planned to put it into use later, so now more and stronger operators are needed to slightly enhance its defensive capabilities.

Sharp, on the other hand, is a powerful elite guard operator.

He appeared in both of the Kjerag storylines, and according to the principle of stepping on the right foot with the left, his individual combat strength is similar to that of the mace.

This operator, Phildia, was one of the veteran operators who joined Rhodes Island when it was first established. However, until he committed himself to Rhodes Island, he was always someone who did his best to contribute as much as he could.

Interestingly, even after he was willing to dedicate all his efforts to Rhodes Island, his stubborn attitude of "it's just a job" often made him the target of teasing from other Elite Operator.

And he was one of Huang's "seniors".

Based on Sharp's understanding of Blaze, even if he currently holds temporary supreme command authority, this Rhodes Island big cat shouldn't be able to "issue orders" to him like this.

Could it be...?

Certain rumors flashed through Sharp's mind.

"Understood." He replied curtly, then led his men into the guard camp without looking back.

The main problem for the office right now is not how to ensure its safety.

With Oute bringing a large number of his own ship's crew, the office's fortifications were able to operate at almost full capacity.

Without air superiority and powerful artillery, attacking a well-fortified stronghold is an almost impossible task.

What's really troubling Oute right now is how to protect civilians.

The cannon fire from the city walls and the erratic drones caused great chaos among the crowd.

A crowd can certainly be intelligent, but when everyone is trying to be clever, the whole crowd will appear very foolish.

"Get out of my way! Let me through!" In desperation, a vicious man shoved forward.

"Don't stop me!"

Currently, this is merely an attempt to reach safety faster than others. But soon, such people will become a danger in themselves.

Huang's muscular, yet fleshy thighs propelled her to stomp her foot forcefully into the ground.

With her Originium Arts, a large amount of airflow was expelled, forming a dust cloud and creating a loud noise.

Just before order collapsed, and before the crowd was irresistibly drawn to her, the big cat shouted fiercely, "Maintain! Order!"

As if on cue, the operators, under Oute's instructions, launched an attack on the surging crowd.

They formed a line, holding their large shields high, like a living wall, forcibly restricting the crowd.

This tactic can only be used temporarily, mainly to restore order.

"You! Come here!"

With a touch of roughness, an officer pulled out several "thugs" who had just performed "outstandingly" and happened to be nearby.

The big cat kept shouting, "Maintain order! If necessary, we will use force further!"

Under Oute's remote micromanagement, the operators pulled manpower from the living wall and violently punished those who were "unruly".

After losing a few teeth and suffering some bruises, the group gradually calmed down.

The operatives in the guard camp tried to rush out several times, but under the orders from Oute and the dissuasion from Sharp through their earpieces, they watched as the big cat gradually restored order to the crowd.

"Doctor, that was you... you, right?" Sharp asked in a low voice, watching Huang's increasingly resolute command.

But Oute's voice came through the tactical headset. "I was the one who gave you the orders. After that, I was just an observer."

After a slight pause, the voice came through the earpiece again. "Next time you want to talk to me, I suggest you speak louder, talk to the drone or the Catastrophe Messenger."

Oute emphasized, "I won't be monitoring you all the time."

Sharp remained silent, but inwardly he thought, "Not all the time, does that mean they're definitely being monitored right now?"

The tactical headset transmitted another message: "First of all, although the intensity is low now, it's just riot control. But it could escalate at any time..."

In the distance, a crossbow bolt pierced the air, heading straight for the operator's chest, but the operator had a "quick idea" and slightly turned to the side.

The crossbow bolt then pierced the shoulder of a civilian.

Regardless of who is hit, firing prematurely without authorization is an extremely inappropriate act, indicating a decline in the quality of the Reunion Movement's recruits.

Then, the voice continued through the headphones, "... As you can see now, it has been upgraded."

Sharp wore a cold expression, but was thinking about something else: the rumors were true! The Doctor could possess people! And he could read minds!

The tactical headset almost immediately "replied": "And, no, I can't read minds."

Oute truly "cannot" read Sharp's mind; he only "can" read the minds of pretty girls.

Sharp's eyes narrowed slightly upwards, but he forced himself to hold it in.

How can you talk to me from afar if you can't read minds?