Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 246 The Night of the Red Dragon's Dance (Part )

Ding Ding Dang Dang~
The sounds of loading and unloading parts can be heard constantly in the alley.

Looking at the men in black in front of him, Xizel should have thought that it was this group of people who came to supply him, because the [Red Dragon Modified] was made by these guys. Since the Pope was able to prepare the [Red Dragon Modified] so early, the matter was inseparable from these guys.

"Do you feel like you are possessed by a martial god?"

The leading black-clad man was very proud and took out a yellow talisman from his bosom: "When you shoot, do you feel like thousands of cannons are firing at the same time? Without the support of the mechanic team, the elite knights are nonsense, and they are only enough to serve as targets for heavy artillery! With our Minerva Agency as your backing, just go for it!"

"Professor, you just mentioned the Minerva Organ, but today we are here as 'kind mechanics passing by'."

A man in black said, twisting the screwdriver in his hand very quickly.

"Shut your stinky mouth and get to work! As long as you bastards don't betray me, who would know that I was the one who repaired the armor for little Caesar?"

The boss was furious and tore open the yellow talisman without hesitation: "I am just a genius mechanic who passed by here and generously lent a helping hand to the injured knight!"

César smiled bitterly. The only ones who were still in the mood to argue in this situation were, of course, Professor Franco and his group of crazy engineers. These people had been his maintenance team all these years. Every time he fell to the ground with a serious injury, they would appear with a calm face, pull him out of the knight's cabin, give him injections and blood transfusions, and at the same time discuss whether little César could not be saved this time or whether it would be better to send him directly to the morgue.
The elites of the Minerva Agency are such a group of heartless guys, conceited and self-centered, claiming to be the creators of civilization, and so arrogant that you want to step on their faces.

César didn't know if he could be considered friends with Professor Franco and these engineers. They exploited César like a miller exploiting a donkey. They were not Torres. No matter how wounded César was, as long as he was still alive, they would throw him into the knight's cabin for another round of experiments.

Xizel often thought that if he died, these guys would be very sad, but the sadness was not the loss of good friends, but the sadness that the experimental subject died in the middle of the great experiment.
"Why did you die, Cesar? You should have stood up for the advancement of science!"

Maybe it's this kind of sadness.

But this time they actually chose to fight against the country's highest authority, not only providing the [Red Dragon Modification], but also taking the risk to come here to serve as his supply team. This sense of loyalty really made Xizel difficult to understand.

"How did you hide the chariot in a civilian house?"

Xizel asked. He was quite curious as he looked at the chariots and houses that were almost the same size as the people.

The supply vehicles used by armored knights were extremely large. Not only could they not enter private homes, they might not even be able to get through the gates of the Papal Palace.

"It's simple. First drive the chariot in, then build the wall and disguise it as a residential building!"

Franco was very proud, and turned to urge his men: "Hurry up! When we operate, a lot of steam will be generated, and it will be easy to be discovered at night!"

"Can you help me take my mother away?"

Xizel requested in a low voice. The nectar generated by the burning yellow talisman had seeped into his body, slowly repairing his wounds.

"Don't be ridiculous. The whole city is under martial law. Where can we take her? We can't fly! Do you expect me to drive this tank all the way over? Come on, that's your job, okay? You're driving the [Red Dragon Modified]! It might be the most powerful mobile armor in the world!"

Franco shrugged and took another sip of his drink.

"What about you? The head of the Minerva Agency aided the criminals, so you are not exempt from the crime."

Xizel asked softly. Although the situation was critical, he was still worried about these engineers.

"What can we do? If they surround us, we will surrender! We will cry and say that we just saw you flash by, and you shot us! We were scared by you! Please, military officials, save us!"

Franco was full of rogue spirit, not worrying about their retreat at all: "After all, I am also a cardinal! How dare they do anything to me if they can't find any evidence of my crime?"

"Why are you helping me? I always thought I meant little more to you than a dog."

Xizel smiled bitterly, looking a little depressed.

Minerva does keep a lot of dogs and other animals in the agency, which are used to insert gold needles to test neural circuits or conduct some horrible biological experiments. Engineers keep them while waiting for them to die in the experiments. These scientists have no psychological pressure to eat dog meat, and believe that it is even better than beef in terms of protein and fat.

"How is that possible? You are still a level higher than the dogs."

Franco was very serious, and afraid that César would not believe him, he added: "Dogs can't open the Seven Deadly Sins."

César didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that he was only one level higher than the dogs. Only a weirdo like Franco could say such comforting words.

"But even if you are a dog, will the people of Minerva Agency allow others to kill our dogs? Even if you are a dog, you are still the dog of Minerva Agency! Our dog, only we can covet its meat!"

Franco patted him on the shoulder, with an indescribable sense of arrogance in his words.

It still makes no sense, but for some reason I feel a little warm.

"Legs done!"

"Armor plate completed!"

"Full of energy!"

The engineers separated from the red dragon one after another, and Professor Franco handed the wine can to César.

"Drink a sip?"

"I'm only fifteen, not the legal drinking age."

Cesar smiled tiredly and stood up.

"Given your current behavior, you are already one of the top criminals in this country. Why do you still care about the legal drinking age?"

Professor Franco snorted a few times, then became a little more serious: "Just treat it as a farewell. You may not be able to break through the front line. If so, this may be the last time we meet."

César nodded, tilted his head back and took a few sips of the strong whiskey, which choked him so much that he wanted to cough, but he forced it down.

He returned the can of wine to Franco, who spread out a piece of paper in front of him. It was a map.

He wrote and drew on the map quickly, saying non-stop: "This is the news we got a few minutes ago, the deployment map of their siege on you. Along both sides of the Tiber River, there are three divisions of troops. Do you know what three divisions of troops mean? It only takes one division to destroy the entire Parthia, but they mobilized three divisions for you. Their weapons include heavy artillery deployed on the south bank of the Tiber River, three armored vehicle convoys, and about 6000 soldiers riding Stein heavy motorcycles to block every intersection."

"What about the armored knights? How many armored knights do they have?"

"No less than 20 Seraphim. They probably pulled out all the Seraphim that were still able to move!"

Xizel took a deep breath. He knew very well how difficult the road ahead would be.

After the battle with the Tang Dynasty, there were not many people left in the Seraph Knights headquarters, but at this time the Cardinal actually sent them all out!

"Although it is an iron wall, you must face it because there is no better choice. This is the safest escape route under the current circumstances. I know you call it an 'escape route' on the battlefield."

"Yes, the escape route." Xizel nodded, glanced at the red line on the map, and quickly prepared his weapons.

Theoretically, even when the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, there is still an "escape route" on the battlefield. Escaping along that route will pay the least cost and give the highest chance of survival. At this moment, this escape route has been marked on the map.

He had to flee along the Tiber River. There were luxurious residential areas on both sides of the river. He could not use weapons such as city incinerators in these two areas. The densely packed buildings also made a legion charge impossible. The individual assault capability of the Red Dragon modification could be brought into full play.

His ultimate goal was the embassy district on the other side of the river, where ambassadors from various countries were stationed. It was a diplomatic immunity zone, and no one dared to open fire there. After arriving there, someone would arrange for him and his mother to leave Florence secretly, and then they might have to go into exile and avoid the wanted list of the Inquisition for the rest of their lives, although it was said that no one had ever done such a thing in history.

But that is a matter for the future, a matter for the future, we’ll talk about it in the future.

"Do you remember the route?" Franco asked.

"Remember." Xizel nodded.

Franco lit a lighter and turned the defense map into ashes. These things were all evidence and would put Franco in a disadvantageous position.

"Go, little César. If you can survive, come and play in the Minerva Machine again in the future."

Franco turned around, seeming to be hesitating about something.

"I have to be honest, Professor, your place is like hell. It's not fun at all."

The visor fell down and covered Xizel's face, and the boy transformed into a Tyrannosaurus Rex again: "But only hell can raise a monster like me. If there is a chance to meet again in the future, I would rather be somewhere else."

"Damn it! Well, kids always run away from home when they grow up."

Franco smiled and asked what he really wanted to ask: "One last question. If they can complete the white matter removal surgery, you can still bring your wife home safely and live a life of luxury. Is this option really not tempting to you? Your current actions may send both your wife and yourself into real hell."

"There was temptation, but I saw her staring blankly out the window. She was waiting for the man in her memory to pick her up. That man seemed like a jerk to me, but he was the person my mother loved most in the world. If that man disappeared from her memory, what difference would it make if she was alive or dead? Tell that jerk that even though I don't like him at all, he can still dance with my mother as long as I'm here, and I won't allow anyone to interrupt them."

The red dragon slowly stood up, picked up the crying woman again, and looked out at the city in the drizzle.

Franco was silent for a long time, then he whistled softly, took out a blue talisman and put it into the boy's hand.

Xizel was touched, but did not refuse, because he knew it was something that could save lives.

The chariot shook with a roar, and the nimble dragon rushed out of the alley with a trail of steam. The woman in white robes looked back from above the shoulders of her armor, her long black hair flying in the rain, her pupils blank and bright, like the silver moon in the sky.
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"The [Red Dragon] appears again! The [Red Dragon] appears again!"

"Predict his route! All combat units should conduct interception along the way!"

"No! It's too fast! We can't cause enough damage to it. It seems to have finished replenishing its supplies and its combat power has been restored!"

"Who supplies him? Apart from the secret departments controlled by a few countries, who else can supply the Seraph?"

"Seraph! We need Seraph! We need Seraph!"

Xizel ran wildly in the rainstorm, and countless killers were lying in ambush in the dark night.

Fortunately, the densely packed buildings made large-scale combat and artillery fire impossible, so he was intercepted by small groups of troops. Those people hid in the shadows of the church, or dropped down from the rooftops, wielding armor-piercing heavy swords at him, or trying to use flamethrowers to attack the liquid red mercury tank on his lower back, or using some miniaturized [Macedonian Formation] to attack his flanks.

Among them were knights and ordinary infantry. Some of them used bizarre methods of attack. César could not imagine that there was such a way of attacking Seraphim in the world.

Those behind the scenes seemed to be certain that César could not escape their grasp, so they played with him before killing him, like a cat playing with a dying mouse.

But as of this moment, they still have the invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex under their control!

Xizel held the short sword set [Flash Tiger]. The street was too narrow for the [Red Dragon Modification]. He turned his head and saw the windows on the second floor. There were faces that were terrified to the point of dementia.

In this environment, the [Dragon Tooth Sword] could easily get stuck, so the advantage of the dagger came into play. Combined with the armor close combat technique invented by Torres, he steadily and accurately cut the throats of those sneak-attacking knights, and used fierce knee and elbow strikes to give the knights in the armor a concussion.

"Slit Throat" does not mean to literally cut the knight's throat, but to cut off the key circuits and pipes all over their body, destroying their armor one by one. [Flash Tiger] flashes with a series of electric sparks, and the knights become limp as if their souls have been taken away.

This attack method requires a great deal of knowledge of armor and accuracy of movement. Any slight deviation will result in a counterattack, but Xizel can do it because he grew up with the [Red Dragon].

The serrated blade of [Flash Tiger] entangled several metal wires and dark gold chains together, pulled them out from the back of a knight's neck, and then cut them off with a sudden force. [Red Dragon] swung the incapacitated knight with one arm and smashed him hard into an abandoned house where no one lived.

Ignoring his mother's struggle, Xizel hugged her tightly behind the huge shield and continued to stumble forward.

He was injured again. The knight who had attacked him just now flashed out from the shadow of a building and shot him in the lower abdomen with a [Can Opener]. The sharp conical bullet penetrated the armor plate and entered the interior of the [Red Dragon Modification], destroying some parts while also tearing a wound on Xizel's body.

Looking out, the dark city was shrouded in a silver rain curtain, and there were countless attackers waiting for him in the darkness. He could hear the sound of the Tiber River but could not see it. He still had a long way to go.

The bigwigs looked out the window. The rumbling sound of the explosion was loud enough to reach where they were. The rain-soaked windows were occasionally illuminated by the fire in the distance.

"The thirteenth wave of interception failed. It took him less than ten seconds to cut off the knight's brain line."

The secretary put down the phone, turned around and respectfully relayed the message to the elderly people.

"I remember that the Interceptor Knight was ranked seventh in the Seraph Knights. Could it be that the seventh-ranked Meritorious Knight couldn't even hold out for ten seconds against the Red Dragon Modification and the Talented Knight?"

"The twelve waves of interceptors before were no ordinary people. Weren't they subdued by him in a short time?"

"How long do you want to keep playing? We have already tried all the existing anti-knight weapons and equipment on him, right? It's time to end the battle!"

"Are you worried that he will eventually escape from our cage? Don't worry, that won't happen."

Someone smiled calmly, still not taking the helpless Xizel seriously: "Although the previous thirteen waves of interceptions have failed, the red dragon has been weakened and is losing blood. How far can a bleeding lion run?"

"Anyway, let's finish this quickly and send out the regular army!"
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A torrential rain of crossbow arrows enveloped the red dragon, with hundreds of arrows fired at the same time.

This is a miniaturized [Macedonian Formation], and it no longer fires iron spears but all-metal arrows with fine steel shafts, shadow copper tail feathers, and armor-piercing fine gold arrowheads.

Xizel didn't know that the Papal State had such weapons. He was caught off guard when he encountered it for the first time and was hit by more than a dozen arrows. Fortunately, the armor of the [Red Dragon Modified] was tough enough. If it was replaced with ordinary armor, he would have been finished.

This time, he squatted down the moment he noticed the [Macedonian Formation] and protected himself and his mother with a huge shield. The [Wall of Sighs] made of ultimate metal withstood the swarm of arrows, and then Xizel stepped forward and slashed. At this time, the second [Macedonian Formation] was launched and hit the red dragon head-on!
The commander of the [Macedonian Formation] wanted to cheer because this meant a high military reward. All interception teams had received such a promise that whoever knocked down or killed the Red Dragon would receive a military reward that would allow their entire family to live a worry-free life for the rest of their lives.

The two [Macedonian Formations] were originally going to fire at the same time, but the commander saw the huge shield that César was carrying and changed the plan temporarily. The miniaturized Macedonian Formation was less powerful, and they had to lure César out from behind the shield to attack, then they would have a chance.

They really did it!
But the next moment, [Flash Tiger] cut through the rain curtain and cut the [Macedonian Formation] that was reloading arrows in half right in front of him.

Show weakness to the enemy, then deliver a fatal blow!
(End of this chapter)