Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"In."

The Doctor didn't even look up, and his extreme thinking had forced him to cut as little as he could to move his head and cervical spine.

"Doctor, the soldiers of the 6th district of the battlefield are not well supplied, the other side dispatched a large-scale artillery unit, and the weapons of our soldiers were badly damaged, and many of them even I could not repair."

"Huang's chainsaw was even blown off! Some of the materials inside are not in stock! No way to fix it! Mechanist

pushed the door almost as soon as he heard the Doctor's permission, his tone was anxious, his body smelled of engine oil everywhere, and all the tools almost never left his body.

"We need a lot of energy fibers, graphene-carbon conduits, composite differential diaphragms, and the most basic steel, and some other things I can use my skills instead."

Whitesmith followed behind him, her tone much calmer than Mechanist's, could it be that her half-turned tin face made it difficult to make large facial movements?

Of course not, Whitesmith was always an elegant lady, and as long as the Doctor was there, no matter how sinister the situation, she would not have the slightest panic.

"I see."

The Doctor nodded, these are very standard military supplies.

Energy optical fiber is the core component used for communication machines, and graphene carbon catheter is used for the diversion of source stone technology, and the composite differential diaphragm is mostly used to expand the casting range of the casting unit, which is a very basic production part.

Not to mention the large amount of steel, the Tower of Babel now produces a large amount of steel every day, and it is also imported, not only for weapons, but also for construction and experimentation.

"Kelsey."

The Doctor pulled away the source stone communication machine pinned to his shoulder.

"Received, Doctor, please give an order."

Kelsey's voice was accompanied by a pronounced wind whistle, accompanied by the neighing of mon3tr.

"Inform me of the latest supply locations of enemy military warehouses."

The doctor said.

"Theater 3, coordinates K·223, and Theater 4, coordinates B·989."

Kelsey replied.

"The No. 3 theater butterfly wing plan to close and accelerate, transform into a β backup plan, the rhythm of the No. 4 theater battlefield as a whole accelerates, if necessary, please assign Logos."

"Theater 5, please let Raidian synchronize the communication coordinates of the enemy's supply warehouse, keep track at any time, send it to the soldiers' communication network for detection, and directly change the signal from the central tower of the Tower of Babel."

"The objective of the campaign is to quickly seize the enemy's military warehouses, supply the No. 6 theater, and expect to damage two hundred people, and at the same time send the Sakaz mercenary teams No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 to charge the front to attract the opponent's artillery fire."

"Campaign nodes, 7, 3, 6, 7, mission time limited to two hours, executed immediately."

The Doctor's speech is methodical, the corners of the battlefield cannot escape the capture of his thoughts, a large net is enough to cover everything, and the Doctor can always navigate this intricate web.

Yes, no matter how the battlefield changes in form, the Doctor can always outline the best response plan in almost instantaneous speed, even in a desperate situation, under the Doctor's command.

"Whitesmith, Mechanist, go to your respective workshops and stand by, you will be busy next, suggest enkephalins or injectable dopamine."

The Doctor said to Whitesmith and Mechanist.

"Yes, Doctor."

Whitesmith and Mechanist nodded and immediately left the doctor's office, although they were not on the front line of the battlefield, but the logistical battles were often more difficult and severe than the front line.

After the Doctor ordered Whitesmith and Mechanist to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked Kelsey on the other end of the communication,

"How's the battle going on Trassis's side?"

Kelsey replied

, "All went well, the ancient old royal court exchanged its flesh and blood and limbs for a covenant,

and now all the members of the royal court are very united and united in the same enemy."

The Doctor bowed his head lightly and said, "

I see, Kelsey,

go."

Communication was then temporarily cut off.

The Doctor raised his hand again, and at this time, there were not a few enemy pieces left on the chessboard in front of him.

Ah, by the way, he is holding black chess.

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At this time, on the front line of Battlefield 3, W and her mercenary team were also fighting to the death, and they were always put into the most anxious area of the battle, accepting the lottery of death all the time.

"Demon pariahs... You deserve eternal exile...

"A Sakota was pierced in the chest by the great sword in Rotheut's hand, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his aura was gradually dimming, but he still did not forget to cast a bone-crushing curse on Rosiut.

Poof!!

Roshut suddenly pulled out the pitch-black big sword in his hand... Gasping for breath - he is not some ancient blood of Sakaz, just an ordinary Sakaz person.

"The Demon Clan... Mean breed?!

Rotheut stepped forward, raised his sword, and aimed it at the body of Sakota.

"I... you [Sakaz foul mouth]!! "

Phew! Bang!! Bang!!!

"Just because we are Sakaz?! We are pariahs! Is it worthy of eternal exile, is it inferior to animals?!

He smashed the body of Sakota in front of him with his great sword, and finally his furious roar turned into a hoarse cry.

After the body of the Sakota had been completely shattered, Rothet sat on the ground with a somewhat dull expression, and since he was born, he had nothing else to do except fight.

He had read many books about the life that Rothet dreamed of and dreamed of.

For example, the Sakota of Heaven can smell the sugar wind to go to school every day, for example, the underground Durin can drink and play every day, and for example, the ordinary citizens of Dosoles can go to the bar after work to get drunk.

However, none of this has anything to do with the Sakatz.

Because they are Sakaz people, they are demon people, they are... Demon.

"Wow, well done, kindred, but you can let me do this next time."

At this time, W stepped forward, looked at Rothet and the broken body of

Sakota, and said:

"The Sakota people often go to collect the corpses of their own kind and bury them, so we can use the corpses of the Sakota people to make booby traps, this trick was always tried and tested when I led my team to rob the caravan of Lateran."

Rothet stood up and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the source stone communication machine on his shoulder, and he immediately connected to the communication and put it to his ear to listen to the order.

Usually, this order is usually sent to W, because W is the leader of this team of Sakaz mercenaries, but W's communication machine was damaged in an overly heated battle, so it is now sent to Rosiut.

"We have a new order, w."

Rotheut wiped the blood and dust on his body, temporarily inserted the sword back into his waist, and said to W:

"We are going to the western front line of Battlefield 3 to carry out enemy artillery fire and prepare for the capture of the enemy's supply depot in Battlefield 3, almost all of us are going."

He doesn't seem to know at all what the essence of this order is.

"Me!! Don't you know what this order is asking you to do?! I won't let you go! This is almost sending to death! No! This is definitely sending to death! "

W's face changed drastically, you must know that the amount of artillery fire ahead is like rain, these Sakaz mercenaries are not heavy units, and letting them pull the enemy's artillery fire is equivalent to using it as cannon fodder.

She knew that cannon fodder was always needed on the battlefield for suicide missions, but the Doctor would always leave this part of the task to the Sakaz mercenaries, and now, it was his squad's turn.

You know, on the front line of defense, not only the spell battery of Lytania's troops, but also the Pope Cavalry on the side has converged with Leithania's troops.

One shot of Gunganir among those Gungnir riders was enough to make anyone in his team of Sakaz mercenaries unable to find even a complete corpse.

Even he dared to assert that his mercenary team of nearly a thousand people, the cavalry only needed less than three hundred etched hearts to destroy it completely.

"How dare he... How could he... Give such an order ?! W

was a little unwilling, she bit her lip, oozing blood.

Was she questioning the Doctor's command? Of course not, the Doctor can always get the maximum result from the balance of the battlefield at the minimum cost, it's just... No matter how small the cost, it can never be avoided.

And the cost is often borne by the Sakaz mercenaries, who the Doctor looks like fast food, disposable as if they were quick food.

"W, listen to me, although the Doctor this person... He was very indifferent in wartime, but it has to be said that only under his command can we achieve one victory after another.

The Sakaz mercenary said with some hesitation:

"To be honest, we... Not afraid of death, just afraid that death is worthless, we have long been ready to die in battle since we became mercenaries, after all, in the face of victory in a battle, the life and death of an individual are insignificant.

W gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and said:

"What are you talking about?!" Didn't you still tell me that there is an elderly mother waiting for you to pay your medical bills in Columbie? What if she doesn't have you? "

Isn't the ultimate goal of that [Sakaz foul language] for you to find a way to rob the local supply warehouse?" This is easy to do, give me the coordinates of the broken supply warehouse.

"Listen, Roshit, let you be the first to be a human target, I don't agree, we think of other ways, bypass from the side, raid the opponent's long-range positions, and blow up all those damn Sakota and smelly goats!"

"We don't have to be a human target, we use our methods to solve the problem!" Since he wants to send us to tow artillery fire, we will directly kill the source of artillery fire!

Rothet hesitated, as if thinking about the feasibility of the words, this is simply battlefield disobedience, but he really can't rest assured of Columbi's old mother who is still waiting for his support.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, w, let's go take out the source of the artillery fire."

Roshitt wiped his hands, and finally chose another path, if he could take down the opponent's long-range fire position as W said, the next trip would be smoother.

"That's right, man, listen to me, I have a plan..."

W immediately grinned and leaned in to tell them what was going to happen next.

However, W did not expect how much trouble this move would cause.