"..."
Li Ang maintained the posture of raising his hand and aiming the gun until he landed. After being stunned for a long while, he looked down at the gun, comparing the small tree as thick as a bowl with the big tree as thick as a wheel in his mind, and his expression was a bit complicated.
Sorry Captain.
I doubt you and I am wrong.
With a sharp weapon in hand, he became more powerful.
First, he fired several ice bombs at several suspected locations, causing ice crystals there to explode. Leon walked out of the bushes, and the closer he got to the place where the original figure was lying dead, the more solemn his expression became.
He knows bullet marks.
The scratches on tree trunks, land, and rock surfaces can be used to roughly determine the location where the enemy bullets came from.
It's not very accurate, but it's good enough for agents.
That's where the problem lies - he checked the bullet marks along the way and found that they all came from the same direction.
How can this be?
A major point in fire cover is that the fire points that cover each other cannot be gathered in the same position. They must at least be separated by a certain distance to avoid being wiped out by artillery shells.
unless……
As a possibility came to his mind, Li Ang's breathing became rapid and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Pushing aside the obstructing bushes and jumping onto the open ground, he stared at the fallen thing covered with frost, and finally showed a look of horror.
The thing that attacked him was not a human.
He was indeed wearing human clothes and looked human in shape, but his insides were made of mechanical metal, and reflections and gears could be seen through the gaps in the cloth.
The two hands of this thing had fallen off, revealing two revolver light machine guns.
Well...it seems that it organized its own firepower network.
He was not too surprised, after all, Li Ang had seen similar things before.
On the train.
In that kingdom on the tracks.
He recalled that he had met many invulnerable guys with metal plates embedded in their chests with their hearts still beating inside.
I squatted down to check the chest of this thing. There was indeed a big hole there. Although it was covered by a thick layer of ice crystals, I could still pinch some minced meat tissue.
Exactly the same...
Is this the spy sent by the Mechanical Kingdom?
They seem to be covered with human skin... What kind of monsters are these?
Li Ang felt cold in his heart and really didn't want to face these things anymore.
"The captain would be very interested."
He narrowed his eyes.
"I hope you won't come here to stir up trouble in three days..."
Chapter 65: Underwater Shadows
As time went by, the King of Oman's wedding date approached.
A lot of major events have happened in Ivanria recently, the most important of which is naturally the attack on Sara Mansion by spies from the Mechanical Kingdom. The second most important one is that one of the concubines personally selected by King Aman attempted to assassinate him, but was stopped and killed by another concubine.
"Everybody's talking about it, they all say one side ate the other side."
At the restaurant meeting, when Ethan expressed this in words, he felt that his expression would not look very good.
The same was true for the others - if the people of Iverria were not crazy and not exaggerating, then there was no doubt that Aman was going to marry two beasts.
People would not eat their companions like this, although cannibalism did occur in the darkest times, but it was obviously not so direct and bloody.
Only wild beasts would do such a thing. A'man was going to marry two female beasts, two monsters transformed from humans. Yet, almost no one in Ivenria was surprised by this. This was disgusting enough.
Compared with direct conflicts, the distorted worldview that gradually spreads is even more disgusting. Torres was disgusted and shouted that this place should be blown up to prevent a city of psychopaths from escaping and polluting other areas.
"How many heavy weapons do we have?" asked Sebot.
"50 machine guns, 100 grenades, and about the same number of small firearms as the number of people. But that one is not in the warehouse. Most of them are probably carried by you."
Xia Yibing gave the exact number, "We have enough bullets. If they are not enough, we have a small lathe. As long as we grab gunpowder and iron sheets, we can make one ourselves."
"No cannon?" Torres looked dissatisfied.
"Even if there is." The woman glanced at him, "even if it's a small 30-caliber cannon barrel, how are you going to help it climb the ladder and pull it out of the well mouth that is only large enough for two people to pass through at the same time?"
Darent burst into laughter, which was very disrespectful to the priest.
The others also smiled - the barrel problem was secondary. If they really wanted to, they could disassemble it into parts and take it out for assembly, but obviously there would not be many opportunities to use it on a submarine, and it would take up a lot of internal space.
Moreover, if a submarine-land battle is needed, it is most likely a surprise attack. Imagine that when a surprise attack is needed, the Pierre suddenly surfaces, and the surrounding enemy groups are shocked and dare not move, and then they watch a group of guys with various parts come out of it, jump onto the table, and assemble several impressive and powerful artillery pieces.
Is there any idiot who would sit there and pretend to be them during this long process? Probably not.
As for another hypothesis: Floating up at a distance from the battle site, placing artillery at a high position for use... This battle site is not something you can choose casually, and the energy and risk required to pull the artillery - and to pull the artillery "covertly" is too great. Considering the subsequent support issues, it is not very practical.
Torres was still saying things like "it's too important" and "do you really understand fire suppression?" The others were still just smiling, and the restaurant was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Any news about Agent Cornerell?" Hitzfeld looked at Ethan.
During these two days, everyone else basically rested in the submarine, except Ethan who went to the city again and brought back two important pieces of information.
One is naturally a folk weird, but the other is not as simple as a mechanical spy, but the attacked Sarah Mansion involves Leon, and this guy seems to be missing.
"I couldn't find his people, but thanks to the human face mask you prepared, I managed to sneak into the scene." Ethan said, "They obviously didn't pay much attention to that place. I saw three traces left by ice bombs."
"Are you sure it's an ice bomb?"
"The ice did melt, but that kind of range and impact is not something that ordinary firearms can create."
"Judging from the traces at the scene, what do you think the chances are that he escaped alive?"
"I think it's more than 90% certain," Ethan said confidently. "I didn't find any bloodstains. It's not ruled out that they shoveled away the soil, but it's not normal to find no traces at all. It's very likely that he slipped away and is using this method to warn us."
"Oh?" The white-haired priest raised his eyebrows. "What's there to warn about..."
"Escape without making a sound means that the martial law level in the city has been raised to an extremely exaggerated level." Cybert quickly followed up on Ethan's words and secretly reached out and pinched Torres' waist, "He is reminding us to be careful!"
The priest grimaced in pain, but he had obviously realized that he had said the wrong thing, and no matter how distorted his expression was, he did not say another word.
"Although he is different from Ethan and no longer has a mask, he doesn't come back not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't." Hitzfeld tapped his chin. "The martial law level has been raised, and it should be aimed at the Mechanical Kingdom."
It was a little unexpected, but understandable. One reason was that the possibility of spies from the Mechanical Kingdom sneaking into the city had long been revealed in various intelligence reports, and the other reason was that it was a "kingdom of God" after all.
The Kingdom of God, judging from the title, these two are of the same level. Even if they are at a disadvantage, they are not completely helpless. Goli and Elsa are so close, if she were in their place, she would definitely come over to take a look.
"And the Captain."
In public, Ethan began to call her Captain like everyone else. "Baliwu left us a message through the girl named Glenn, saying that she had contacted Aman and confirmed that he was under control."
"Mentally?" Xia Yibing asked.
"Mentally." Ethan nodded. "It's most likely due to drinking the water monster's clone."
"Can you wake him up?"
"She said she was trying, but advised us not to get our hopes up."
"That means we have to storm." Darent was playing with a pen nearby, with both feet on the table. "If we don't expect him to escape from the palace by himself, we'll have to rush in to save him... Come to Aisuen! Show us the map!"
Xia Yibing pulled out the map scroll, but the first thing she did was not to unfold it. Instead, she rolled it thinner and then hit his calf with force.
"How do you talk to the captain?"
"Ouch! It hurts!...Oh, it's my fault!"
The woman then unfolded the map, and the others ignored Darent and came over to browse the information.
But to be honest, they all have some idea in their minds.
Two days ago, before the wedding robbery plan was fully finalized, they had already been doing their homework in private. Whether it was map information or the marking of defense points, everyone in the small group, including Madeline, was familiar with them.
So now it's just a matter of reviewing and discussing the details together - it's time to outline the details of the wedding! Get ready to work!
"The wedding will be held on the west coast." Hitzfeld pointed to a point on the map. "The palace is very close to the west coast. The palace is close to the sea, which is a good place for us."
She drew a cross with a pencil at the coastal harbor, then drew a line to the palace and drew an arrow to indicate their route of advance.
"And then... Your Highness." She looked up at Tenize.
Teni had a gloomy face and reluctantly picked up a stack of papers and distributed them to everyone one by one.
"Ok?"
After everyone got it and took a closer look, they were surprised to find that it was a street sketch of the West Coast Port from various angles.
"I used 'same vision'." Hitzfeld explained, "Black Owl has not been idle these days. Then I drew the draft, and Your Highness was responsible for copying it."
"This is a very good painting," Darent muttered. "Even better than your skills."
Yes, the lines of these copies appear to be more vigorous and concise, and many parts appear sloppy, but they are more flavorful than the ones drawn by the girl.
Teni curled the corners of his mouth when he heard this.
He is not good at doing serious work, but when it comes to artistic accomplishment, no one here can compare with him.
He had a lot of time... Hitzfeld only painted to relieve his boredom and had no intention of mastering the art of painting. Every day he either ate, drank, played, or slept in the palace. When he had a little inspiration, he would find paper and pen to write and draw. In addition, with the palace education he received since childhood, his painting skills were really not low.
Hitzfeld took in everyone's reactions and was particularly pleased with Turney.
Since she had brought someone out, it would be too much to leave him alone. She wanted to help this useless prince integrate into the group little by little, and the best way to start was to let him discover his own value.
Of course, Turney would not show his feeling of being useless on his face, but being thrown out and making mistakes were a big blow to him. People who are more autistic are prone to depression. It would be too late to deal with him when he is depressed.
It's good to be able to draw, and it's a strength that should be praised strongly.
Xia Yibing took in all the changes in her expression, and with the corners of her mouth turned down, she looked at Tenize with disdain and scrutiny.
She had respect for the royal family, and although that little respect was left after the Death Tree case, she would not show her disdain.
The reason why I feel a little unhappy is mainly out of jealousy.
I'm jealous that a useless person with no ability at all deserves such thoughtful arrangements from the little angel.
Aisuen... Actually, you don't have to be so thoughtful. You might as well comfort me more and take a rest yourself...
It is normal for a woman to think this way, because it is true. Everyone on this ship knows how busy the captain is.
Sailing, inspection, maintenance, incense making, alchemy, planning... She was in charge of everything, and she didn't get much sleep even after docking.
Otherwise, how could everyone be convinced? If a young girl is the leader, unless she is extremely capable, troublemakers will emerge faster than leeks.
"Aisun."
When Xia Yibing thought that the girl not only made a detailed battle plan on the surface, but also secretly dragged herself to the alchemy laboratory to analyze the water monster, she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart and whispered in her ear.
"You need to take care of yourself more."
"It's like what you say to politicians... 'eat the grass and get the milk', if you keep doing that you'll be ruined."
Hitzfeld was stunned at first.
I have to say here that she does have a good talent for languages. Now she can think in Sara language very naturally, classifying it as a thinking language, and can understand the unique logic of this language at any time in a subtle way.
But her mother tongue has not changed. Sarawak and her mother tongue are like the back of her hand. Even when she thinks, she thinks in both languages.
So naturally - the proverb had a second meaning in her ears.
Eat grass?
Whose grass are you eating?
What the hell is milking... It's a good thing I didn't teach her Chinese!
After glaring at the woman fiercely and even with embarrassment, Hitzfeld walked around the table and went to discuss the drawings with Ethan.
???
Xia Yibing was totally confused.
What did I say wrong?
It's not enough to care about you, what a weird and outrageous reaction...
