Life Copy Game

"Mr. Lynn?"

The young officer, together with a group of officers, led by the armored soldiers, passed through the scattered crowds and walked to the deepest part of the hall. They saw the old man who was sitting in the room with a group of military doctors, bandaging the wounded.

"Are you from the third brigade? Wait a moment."

He Ao quickly bandaged the hand wound of the wounded man in front of him, then used a syringe to inject a hemostatic agent. He looked at the soldier in front of him and said slowly, "Just lean here, don't move, and wait for the hemostatic agent to take effect."

"OK."

The soldier nodded cautiously.

At this time, He Ao also stood up, looked up at the arriving officers, and walked towards them.

"Mr. Linn, Brigadier Meade is at the city gate control center... to counter the rebellion. He may not come here until later."

Seemingly aware of He Ao's gaze sweeping over him, the young officer quickly explained.

"Ok, I know,"

He Ao smiled and said, "He is right to do this. Protecting the city gate is the first priority."

Then he raised his eyes and glanced at the officers present, "Are all the officers of the third brigade here?"

"Everyone is here except Brigadier Meade. Brigadier Meade asked us all to come over,"

The young officer said quickly, then he hesitated and glanced at the wounded nearby, "Your side...?"

"We encountered some minor problems, but fortunately everyone was brave enough and the rebellion was finally put down."

He Ao smiled and walked out of the small room.

"piece of cake?"

The young officer glanced at the blood-covered hall and swallowed. Then he turned sideways and glanced around.

There were only busy city defense soldiers around, and no additional 'bodyguards' were seen.

His thoughts paused for a moment, and his eyes stopped on the old man who had already walked out of the room.

There was some blood on the old man's body. Although it was not much, it could be seen that he had gone through a fierce battle.

Could it be that Mr. Lin En in front of me really came alone?

One person can handle several elite combat battalions on the top floors?

Then he withdrew his gaze slightly and looked at the busy soldiers around him.

Killed some and surrendered some?

How on earth is this done?

The young officer knew that extraordinary people were very strong and understood the power of extraordinary power.

But even a B-level transcendent cannot do such a thing in such a short period of time.

He glanced at the 'colleagues' who came with him around him, and saw the same shock in their eyes.

The broad-faced officer who was with him first was looking around now, as if trying to find extraordinary bodyguards or secret troops hidden in the dark, but it was obvious that he found nothing.

At this time, He Ao had already passed through the crowd, raised his hand and pointed to the open space aside, "It's a little delayed here for the military doctors to save people, let's go over there."

Then he took the first step, stepping on the sticky blood on his leather shoes, and walked towards the open space aside.

A group of officers quickly followed his lead.

Finally, the broad-faced officer who was still looking around seemed unable to suppress the doubts in his heart. He approached He Ao and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lin En, did you come alone?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

"Well, alone."

He Ao glanced at him with a smile and nodded slightly. Then he seemed to have guessed the broad-faced officer's question. He glanced at the soldiers around him and continued to smile, "The achievement of such a victory here is not my achievement alone." , but it is the credit of these brave soldiers. Without their help, it would be difficult for me to put down the rebellion above so quickly,"

Strictly speaking, it would be difficult for He Ao alone to deal with these heavily armed soldiers.

If he really wanted to do that, he might still be trapped in a certain room under suppressed fire by the time Meade's people arrived.

So He Ao had no intention of killing all these soldiers from the beginning.

Scott's soldiers are actually layered.

Those who were originally on the top floor were naturally the most loyal and elite soldiers. These people had benefited the most from Scott and had no hesitation in shooting He Ao. If they stayed, they would only try their best to be Scott's internal agents. , or even continuing to assassinate He Ao will affect the stability of the army.

Therefore, He Ao showed no mercy to this group of people.

These people are elites, with the best equipment and rich combat experience, but their shortcoming is also this. They are elites and loyal to Scott, so their number will naturally not be large.

So He Ao can directly use the judges' abilities to borrow their power to suppress themselves.

This is the top level of soldiers, elite and uncontrollable.

But the layers below the top may still be elite, and their loyalty to Scott is not as reliable as the soldiers at the top.

This can be seen from the reaction of the soldier who delivered the wine.

Under normal circumstances, this elite but less loyal team will most likely be led by some more loyal officers to ensure the controllability of the troops.

Then the way to deal with these soldiers is very simple.

Beheading.

Kill those loyal officers as quickly as possible, leaving the entire army leaderless, while at the same time intimidating the remaining soldiers and breaking their morale.

Finally, persuade him to surrender.

Of course, the identity of the mayor is very important for this kind of operation.

After all, the federal information dissemination is advanced, and the Yilan city government is not stupid enough to give up its propaganda on the city defense army. The soldiers of the city defense army also know very well that their salary comes from the allocation of the city government, and they are also aware of the authority of the mayor. .

They may not know which law in Yilan City stipulates that the mayor can take over the command of North City, but when the mayor says that he has taken over the command, they will naturally be convinced.

So at this time, "surrendering" to the mayor is not "surrendering", but "abandoning the darkness to the light."

This will make it easier for soldiers to accept it mentally.

At this time, these elite soldiers were not organized, and the way they came up in batches also helped He Ao.

When the first group of soldiers surrendered, they were immediately caught between Ho-o and the later soldiers, in which case they had to choose sides.

Now that He Ao has surrendered, it is easier to accept mentally to pick up a gun and fight for the 'mayor'.

Of course, this is also the reason why He Ao can't keep that skinny officer. If such a top commander survives, he can quickly organize the combat power of the troops and let the elite soldiers below form an organic formation to surround He Ao, instead of looking like headless flies. Same, delivered in batches.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

These soldiers who came up in batches allowed He Ao to defeat them one by one, kill the officers, and recruit the soldiers to surrender.

After the soldiers surrender, in order to express their loyalty, they will fight harder than before under Scott.

Of course, there are also soldiers who surrender and rebel again, but these are only a minority and will soon be suppressed by He Ao with a large force.

When the number of people following He Ao reaches a certain level, the soldiers coming up from behind will have other thoughts.

After all, as the mayor, He Ao is standing here, and he means justice. The soldiers are more likely to have the idea of ​​"abandoning the dark and turning to the bright".

So in the later stage, it was basically an avalanche of development. In a short period of time, the soldiers who came up from behind surrendered to He Ao one after another.

He Ao actually killed not many people, and it took less force to quell these 'rebels'. In addition, he deliberately avoided blood spatter during his actions, which even meant that there was not much blood on his body.

"A brave soldier..."

Hearing He Ao's words, the young officer raised his head and looked at the soldiers in action around him.

He actually knew very well that these soldiers were previously Scott's elite subordinates. Although their loyalty was not that high, they were still comparable to those at the top.

If the old mayor in front of him did not have strong power and means, no matter how great his "righteousness" status, these soldiers would not be able to surrender.

The young officer raised his head and looked at his colleagues again. All the officers looked at each other, and they could easily feel the shock from the depths of their companions' eyes.

It's easy to kill people, but it's not easy to get people to surrender and obey your orders.

They didn't know what method the old mayor in front of them used to turn the enemy into a 'subordinate', but they knew very well how difficult it was.

It was obvious that the old mayor in front of him not only had courage and strength, but also had powerful means to match this courage and strength.

Perhaps, this is really a leader who can change everything?

While everyone was looking at each other, He Ao, who was leading the way forward, looked back at the officers and asked slowly, "How many people are there in Beicheng now?"

"North City has more soldiers than South City, with a total of six brigades."

The young officer on the side hesitated for a moment, then slowly answered, "Scott took away the most elite First Brigade, as well as most of the elite troops and high-tech weapons of the other brigades except the Third Brigade."

"So now there are only some ordinary soldiers left in Beicheng?"

He Ao lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "The most elite troops and advanced weapons were all taken away by Scott?"

"Yes,"

The broad-faced officer on the side responded, "Although the Third Brigade's troops are relatively intact, we have been suppressed and basically do not have any high-precision weapons. Although there are many people on our side, Scott holds the Most of the combat power of the entire North City. Even if we gather everyone and face him head-on, we may not be able to defeat him, not to mention that there are mercenary groups from the consortium outside."

"Scott is probably preparing for the possibility that we might seize power,"

The young officer opened his mouth and whispered, "He has been wary of Brigadier Meade."

Buzz——

At this moment, He Ao's bracelet vibrated, and he raised his hand to glance at the bracelet on his hand.

A photo was sent.

That was a photo of outside the city that Eve sent him through the intranet.

"Looks like we have to go a little further,"

He Ao sighed and walked to an elevator nearby. He stretched out his hand to turn on the elevator. He turned around and looked at the confused officers behind him.

"Let's go up the high wall. The main force of the Copes mercenary group has come out."

Everyone's expressions changed instantly.

——

saint ylan district

Pure white jasmine flowers danced in the night wind, and their swaying reflections reflected on the old palace.

The roaring siren screamed in the night, causing invisible ripples in the night sky.

The surging flames mixed with the sharp sound waves, reflecting the figures of the mechas in the sky.

The towering pure incandescent angel mechas, together with the flames behind them, formed a wall, blocking the army of continuous mechas and dragoon fighters from the silent palace.

"General, we have arrived at White Jasmine Palace,"

An officer with long hair appeared on the operating platform of the floating fighter. "The mecha team in Nancheng is blocking our way. It should be sent by Covey to protect the mayor. Do you want to launch an attack?"

After saying that, he looked at Scott, as if expecting Scott's response.

However, he did not get an answer immediately.

Scott stood in front of the control console, looking at the palace below in the sea of ​​jasmine through the glass of the floating fighter, frowning slightly.

An eerie silence spread among the floating fighters.

"General, what's wrong?"

The long-haired officer asked with some confusion, then he paused and whispered, "Bai Moli Palace has discovered us, and that old guy Lin En may have run away. If it's a little later, he may be allowed to Ran."

"It went so well."

However, after hearing his words, Scott just stared at the silent palace, frowned, and sighed softly.

"ah?"

The long-haired officer was stunned for a moment.

"It went so well,"

Scott sighed and lowered his head to look at the long-haired officer, "We encountered almost no obstacles and arrived at the White Jasmine Palace as quickly as possible."

"ah?"

The long-haired officer was a little confused, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Yeah, it looks like it is,"

Scott raised his head and looked at the correspondent beside him, "How is it over there in Beicheng?"

"Everything is normal, General."

The correspondent raised his head and answered quickly.

"In my name, call the deputy division commander."

Scott continued.

"yes!"

The correspondent immediately operated the screen in front of him.

Soon, a buzzing sound was heard among the silent floating fighter planes.

As time passed by, the sky under the night became unusually quiet, and the busy tone was still ringing lonely.

Finally, with a soft sound of 'di——', the communication was completely hung up.

"Connected...timed out."

The correspondent turned around, looked at Scott with some stuttering, whose expression had gradually darkened, and asked in a low voice, "General, do you want to redial again?"

"No,"

Scott said coldly, "Call all the battalion-level and above officers we have left behind in the Second Brigade."

"good!"

The correspondent turned around and quickly started operating.

But this time, the response to them was still a flurry of busy signals.

And with this busy sound, Scott's expression became darker and darker.

drop--

Finally, as the last call was cut off, Scott's expression completely darkened.

"General..."

The long-haired officer swallowed, looked at Scott, whose face was as heavy as water, and said tremblingly, "Is it Meade?"

"In such a short time,"

Scott raised his head and looked at the swaying sea of ​​jasmine flowers and the palace in the sea of ​​flowers, "Meade doesn't have this ability."

He turned his head and looked down at the control console in front of him. His voice was cold and he spoke every word.

"The first battalion will stay and continue to attack the White Jasmine Palace. All remaining troops will move from the front to the rear and advance at full speed back to Beicheng!"

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North City High Wall

The old elevator doors opened to both sides, and He Ao reached out and touched the tiny headphones that were put into his ears.

"Scott called all the dead officers' phones."

Eve's voice echoed in his ears.

I noticed it.

Things in Beicheng cannot be hidden. After Scott has been in business for so many years, there will always be some hidden diehards. They will definitely find a way to get the news out.

Of course, He Ao had no plan to block the news.

It's just that Scott is so keen and realized the problem so quickly, which is a little beyond his expectation.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator, raised his head, and looked across the dark night at the densely packed army below.