CHRONICLE GODSFALL
Sweeper Battalion
The morning sun slowly rose higher and higher, releasing its scorching heat into the world. The sunlight spread throughout the desert wasteland, smelling the faces of the Blackflag Outpost warriors and bathing them in a fiery blood-like glow. Even when the sunlight became so bright that the outpost guards could barely see, they still continued to squint and stare as the battalion moved ever closer to them.
They are true predators of deserts, locusts in deserts, the most fearsome and famous creatures this barren land has to offer!
Sweepers love to scour waste and attack caravans and units, but usually they never dare to launch a direct attack against a base as big as Blackflag Outpost. Blackflag Outpost has a population of over ten thousand, and has thousands of able-bodied men. Without a doubt, it was a bone that was difficult to chew for any sweeping unit.
But things are different now. The wave of ferocious beasts had just ended, resulting in several barricade violations and a huge sacrifice for the defenders of the outpost, all of whom were exhausted. This is as weak as Blackflag Outpost ever was. If the sweeper battalion is determined to destroy Blackflag Outpost, this is truly the most perfect opportunity.
Even figures like Mad Dog and Slyfox had heavy faces. A sweep battalion was as dangerous as a wave of ferocious beasts, but there was a difference. Waves of beasts might be ferocious, but in the end they were nothing more than a pack of stupid beasts. However, the sweeper battalion was formed by human mutants.
Mutants are not necessarily stupid. Some of them are quite intelligent, and the smart ones are often given leadership roles. They would help forge armor, make weapons, tame beasts, drive vehicles, or even operate firearms. Sweeper battalions had their own military tactics. They understand the principles of reinforcement and they can analyze weaknesses. Dealing with them was completely different from dealing with a beast wave!
“Listen, beginners. Do not do a single thing without the command.” Slyfox slowly began to insert bullets into his gun. “I have never heard of a sweeper battalion of that size operating in this area. There's something very suspicious going on here.”
In this age, ultraviolet radiation is so strong that it can almost cause blindness. Cloudhawk forced himself to keep his eyes open as he stared at the oncoming battalion. He did not know how many people were in it, but he knew that this was indeed a great power.
Cloudhawk suddenly trembled. He could somehow hear a strange sound heard from far away. He would not be able to describe this voice to anyone; it was not something he heard with his ears. Instead, he 'heard it' with some other kind of extrasensory perception. It was as if an invisible guitar string was in the air in front of him, and when the wind blew, the strings were plucked, creating a clanking sound.
What is that sound? Why does it look so familiar? Cloudhawk could not help but think of the strange and similar feeling he had experienced in that underground passageway. He had followed the strange sensation until he finally found the strange stone he now wore around his neck. Does this sweeper have equipment similar to the stone? That's impossible, right?
Mad Dog saw Cloudhawk's face paled, and he grinned at his scar-filled face as he twisted his snow-white machete into the air. “If you're scared, son, you can hide behind me. Beginners like you are not equipped to face enemies like them.”
“The fuck! When have I ever been afraid!” Cloudhawk had fought on the side of Mad Dog at the inn, so he could say this without any objections. However, a serious expression then appeared on his face. “But I have a feeling that we should not rush. Don't be the first to act.”
Cloudhawk did not try to explain the strange feeling he was feeling. If he did, the mercenaries would probably just think that he would go crazy. However, Cloudhawk could actually feel some sort of energy blowing towards them like a dandelion blowing in the wind. Strange energies had surrounded the area around their headquarters, and he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen to them. This type of feeling, the sensation of mortal danger, is almost never wrong!
Slyfox also felt that being in the front row was a bad decision. He immediately ordered the mercenaries to retreat a little. The outpost guards and elite squads could form the frontlines; there was no need for the Tartarus mercenaries to fight with them for the sake of that 'honor.
Dozens of Tartarus mercenaries retreated several tens of meters. Right at this moment, a powerful storm suddenly appeared, sweeping away all the gravel and sand on the streets. It was like a small sandstorm that suddenly attacked the outpost, causing all the outpost guards who had prepared themselves for the battle to be caught off guard.
"Fuck up!"
“Why is there wind?!”
"not good. I have no vision!”
Although the weather in the wastelands was always bad, the timing of this little sandstorm was a bit too suspicious. Everyone's field of view was completely obstructed, making it impossible for them to see what maneuvers their enemies performed. As for the sweeper battalion, he took a step. The ground started to shake, while the rocks on the streets started to crackle like drops of oil and water in the frying pan. Everyone could sense that the danger was getting closer.
"They're here!"
“Be careful, be careful!”
Some ferocious and heavily modified trucks hit the city barricades like giant breakers! Thud. Thud. THUMPED UP! Heavy heavy trucks crashed into the barricades, causing an earth-shaking sound of explosions. Pouches of sand were piled up and large stones were thrown down by the force of the huge impact. Several trucks hit the barricades directly, jumping over and destroying several sand blind guards who were caught off guard.
Every vehicle is full of sharp spikes. When they passed the guards, they were like meat grinders kicking up a bloody rainstorm. The outpost guards began to howl unhappily as they fell to the ground, with some being stabbed into the spikes of vehicles.
“Damn them.” Captain Grizzly of the elite troops roared furiously, "Retreat!" But unfortunately, the sandstorm made his voice just like that could not be carried away. Right at this moment, a number of these rough vehicles crashed into each other, causing the deaths of at least twenty soldiers. The vehicles then retreated several meters before crashing into the wall again, causing near-total destruction on the outer perimeter of the outpost.
The wind whirled inward, bringing with it the sound of footsteps that sounded like raindrops in the middle of a storm. Ten or more twin-horned mutabeasts covered in scales shaped almost like bulls were being pushed to the outpost. Each of these mutabeasts was covered with ugly iron steel plates. Not only did the iron plates provide them with protection, they even had razors and spikes mounted on them.
The outpost guard is sent flying, one
after another, with some being gored to death and others being trampled to death. These ferocious beasts were extremely strong, and they also had iron plates for protection. There was no way an ordinary base guard could stop them at all. In just a few minutes, the body of the mutant bull was covered in blood and gore, with the defense of the outpost in a state of chaos.
"Kill those things!" Ten or so post guards howled furiously as they charged forward simultaneously towards one of the wild bulls. The wild bull first made two of them fly, gore the third, then raised his nails and stepped on the fourth while the sharp spikes on his body tore the chest of the fifth bull. As for the attacks of the guards, they did not seem to have much of an impact at all. In the end, Captain Grizzly had to intervene personally. He slashed the bull's neck with a single slash from his sword, and it was only then that the mad beast rampage ended.
The wild incursions of ten or so mutant bulls were not enough to actually defeat the outpost, but they had a huge impact on the defense of the outpost. The sandstorm has stopped. The sweepers had been given more than enough time to break through the outpost, so all the soldiers were forced to retreat to their second line of defense.
When Slyfox saw the haggard state of the defenders, the fat on his face swayed slightly as he laughed. “Fuck, good thing we're backing down. Otherwise, those bastards will also gore us.”
"This is not the time to have fun in their misfortune!" Cloudhawk was really made speechless by this fat fucker. "We're in very bad shape right now!"
There were even more sweepers than they had anticipated before, with more than ten heavy trucks refitted. They even had two giant supply trucks behind the attack truck, as well as several dozen desert motorcycles, several dozen giant riding lizards, and many large legged birds.
How many sweepers are there? There should be at least three or four hundred.and this is a conservative estimate!
Cloudhawk knew that combat power had nothing to do with raw numbers. These sweepers were all brutal and vicious mutants who had joined together to wreak havoc on the world en masse. Compared to ordinary sweepers, they had better weapons, were stronger, and were much more fearsome opponents!
It was rare for a battalion of more than three or four hundred sweepers to appear within a few hundred kilometers of this range. Battalions like this were actually capable of besieging outposts with a population of around ten thousand .. and they appeared at just the right moment, when the strength and morale of the outpost had yet to recover.
Now, they had been able to break through the outer limits of Blackflag Outpost without even needing to fight.
The two sides were roughly three hundred meters away from each other. One by one strange and strange-looking mutants appeared. Over eighty percent of these sweepers were highly mutated mutants, with twenty percent of mutated mutants being.
There were about ten or so extremely conspicuous mutants. They had ugly faces and different sizes, but all of them were at least three meters tall and about four times larger than ordinary humans. If Cloudhawk would not believe that mutants like this could exist, if not for the fact that he saw them with his own eyes! These creatures did not look like humans at all; they were nothing more than giants walking vertically!
But if you think that the only advantage this giant has is its large size, you are wrong. Chest, man,
their arms, and thighs were completely covered in steel plates, and their weapons were gigantic war hammers weighing over two hundred kilograms. These were not humans at all; they were walking, armored mobile fortresses!
In the wastelands these giant mutants are commonly referred to as 'maneaters'. Maneaters had an incomprehensible amount of power, and when they used those enormous warhammers, they could even hit armored vehicles with their punches. An ordinary maneater would be able to easily dominate an army of over ten outpost guards .. but the ten more maneaters here were all fully armed! They would definitely be a huge threat to Blackflag Outpost!
Mendeering! Mendeering! Right at this moment, a large group of highly mutated sweepers appeared, and they lined up neatly behind the maneater.
These sweepers were not as big as maneaters, but they were still twice as big and muscular as an ordinary man and were about two meters tall. They were fully equipped with a self-produced set of armor and metal helmets, and they held steel shields with their left hands and heavy battle axes with their right hands.
These creatures were known as 'thugs' sweepers and they served as medium infantry for sweeper battalions! Only one out of every ten sweepers was chosen to be a thug, and thus they were all extremely fierce figures. They wore heavy metal helmets and thick metal quirks, making them look almost like giant metal cans. As for their heavy battle axes, those objects could cut off his limbs as easily as picking flowers.
The other sweepers were not equipped in such a neat manner, but they still had quite good equipment for the abandoned ground troops. Some had swords, some had war hammers, some rode giant lizards, and some drove vehicles.
Thirty or so relatively short mutants were extremely eye-catching. These mutants are only moderately mutated, and it is possible to say that they were once human. Most of them were equipped with bows, firearms, and other long-range weapons.
Cloudhawk felt as if he had seen a ghost. How could a sweeper be equipped with a firearm?!
They have heavy shock troops, medium infantry, riders, archers, formations, combat tactics, and a full set of weapons and supplies. In the wastelands, this was basically the right team!
