freeallnovels Chapter 46 A Lucky Break
Chapter 46 A Lucky Break
The original plan failed in the very first minute after the start of the war.
The situation on the battlefield was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins, running wildly in a direction that no one had anticipated.
"Pull the power! Agent! Pull the power now!"
In the voice channel, the goose's hoarse cries had become uncontrollable.
Without his reminder, the agent hiding behind the abandoned bunker had already pulled down that crude industrial switch.
With a loud whistling sound of a strong current overload, the electromagnet in the abandoned shipyard buried beneath the hardened main road was activated.
Arcs of electricity leaped between the cracks in the soil, and a terrifying magnetic field enveloped an area thirty meters ahead of the main road.
The dozen or so heavily armored infantrymen at the forefront were roaring and preparing to chop the endless resurrections and birdsong into mincemeat when they suddenly felt an irresistible, enormous suction force coming from beneath their feet.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of dull metallic clanging sounds rang out as the dozen or so vanguards, clad in full plate armor, slammed face-down onto the paved road like flies being swatted.
The armor, weighing several hundred pounds, combined with the electromagnet's attraction, firmly welded them to the ground, preventing them from moving an inch no matter how much they roared and struggled.
However, what should have been an exhilarating moment turned into a painful close-up for the agent.
"Damn, we're doomed."
Because the enemy was spurred into a premature charge by the insults uttered by the birdsong and fragrant flowers, their formation became too scattered.
The electromagnet's coverage area only attracted the first dozen or so people, while the main force of the mercenary group, consisting of seventy or eighty people, had only just stepped onto the edge of the main road!
Blood Axe Captain's steps stopped at the edge of the magnetic field.
Seeing his subordinates lying on the ground like turtles, the veteran second-tier pirate's pupils contracted sharply, revealing his shrewd battlefield instincts.
"It's a magnetic trap! Stop the straight-line charge immediately!"
Blood Axe drew his axe from his waist, raised his arm, and roared, "Don't walk on the paved road! Spread out slowly to the muddy sides! Flank them from the flanks and skin those two damned beasts alive!"
The mercenaries were well-trained. Upon hearing the order, the heavily armored infantry behind them surged towards the mudflats on both sides of the main road like a divided tide.
In Blood Axe's common sense, although the mudflats outside Pearl Harbor were difficult to traverse, for his physically strong second-tier mercenaries and the first-tier mercenaries accompanying him, it would at most reduce the speed of the buffer.
Once they cross this muddy ground, they can tear those refugees to shreds.
However, he did not know that buried in that muddy ground were geese and tons of quicklime that the runaway workers had filled in overnight with hundreds of laborers.
But an even more fatal accident has only just begun.
"Holy crap! They're not going through the alleyways anymore! They're heading into the mud!"
The geese lying in ambush above the container aisle panicked when they saw the enemy forces deviating from their planned route.
According to the original plan based on the tower defense funnel theory, the enemy should be forced into this narrow alley, and then the goose should open the liquid nitrogen tank to trap them like turtles in a jar.
But now, the enemy has all run into the muddy ground on both sides!
"We can't let them outflank us! The agents are behind us!"
As a survival video creator, Da'e is skilled in practical skills, but his mental fortitude has clearly not yet been tested by war.
In a moment of desperation, he picked up the heavy high-pressure liquid nitrogen tank and tried to forcibly change the direction of the nozzle to spray the mercenaries in the mud from a distance of more than ten meters.
However, he overestimated the quality of the industrial products in the old one-eyed black market and underestimated the power of the high-pressure gas.
Due to the aging of the valve, coupled with the goose's excessive force and brute pull, the problem persisted.
A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out above the alleyway.
The goose froze. He looked at the valve wrench that had been snapped in half in his hand, then at the liquid nitrogen tank that was trembling violently in front of him, and swallowed hard.
"Guys... I think I've accidentally broken the valve..."
"Sizzle... Boom!!!"
Without valve control, the extremely cold liquid nitrogen inside the tank, with a pressure of over ten atmospheres, instantly found an outlet.
It wasn't a spray, it was a dam bursting!
A raging ice dragon, its temperature plummeting to over a hundred degrees below zero, roared out from the broken pipe. Instead of shooting into the air as the goose had intended, it crashed to the ground due to the tank's loss of control, spraying in a fan shape towards the quicklime swamp on the right!
At that moment, the temperature in the entire suburbs of Pearl Harbor plummeted. White icy fog spread wildly, completely enveloping the mudflats on the right.
"What the hell is that?!"
The Blood Axe commander, who had just reached the edge of the muddy beach, felt an ominous chill rush towards him, and a thick layer of white frost quickly formed on the surface of his armor.
However, the cold air did not cause him fatal harm because the liquid nitrogen was sprayed at a very low angle and all of it poured onto the ground.
"Don't panic! It's probably just an ice trap from an ice mage! It's harmless! Keep charging!"
Blood Axe roared and stepped into the muddy beach shrouded in icy mist.
Then, this second-tier powerhouse, who had killed stone golems in the Forest City and hunted zombie mushrooms in the Ant Cave, experienced a scene he could never have imagined in his life.
His steel boots did not sink into the soft mud.
As liquid nitrogen rapidly vaporizes and absorbs heat, the surface of the muddy swamp, which was originally mixed with a large amount of groundwater and quicklime, is frozen into a smooth and hard ice rink several centimeters thick in a second.
The Blood Axe commander himself weighed 90 kilograms, and with his full plate armor and weapons, his total weight approached 150 kilograms.
With a mass of 150 kilograms and the enormous inertia of its sprint, it landed on a smooth ice surface with a friction coefficient of almost zero at an extremely high initial velocity.
Newton's coffin lid was firmly held down at this moment, and the 100% realistic physics engine began to show its cruel side.
Blood Axe felt his feet slip, and the feeling of weightlessness spread throughout his body.
Before he could even make any balancing movements, his legs went straight into an unnatural split in mid-air.
With a click.
The metal buckles at the base of the armor's thighs made a snapping sound due to extreme twisting.
Blood Axe Commander was like a heavy anvil, his head slamming hard onto the hard ice. With the momentum of his charge, he slid uncontrollably forward for more than ten meters on the ice before crashing into a rock, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
"Commander!"
Seeing this, the dozens of heavily armored mercenaries charging behind him instinctively wanted to stop and help him up.
However, braking suddenly on ice is an absolutely fatal mistake for heavy infantry.
Disaster struck like dominoes.
The mercenaries in the front row slipped and fell flat on their backs. The mercenaries in the back row couldn't stop themselves and were tripped up by the ones in front, flying through the air and crashing into their teammates further ahead.
Amidst the clashing of metal and desperate screams, a cacophony of sounds echoed across the entire ice surface.
The originally solemn and imposing heavily armed formation transformed into a giant bumper car scene just three seconds after stepping onto the ice.
Those mercenaries, who were usually so imposing, were now like a bunch of tin turtles that had been flipped over. They struggled to get up, but on the slippery ice, their boots couldn't find any foothold. They had just managed to prop themselves up when their feet slipped, and they fell heavily back down, knocking over their comrades who were also struggling to get up.
"What the hell is this place?! This is a swamp?!"
"Don't grab my leg! I'm going to slide down!"
"I can't get up! I can't stand up at all!"
The entire right flank of the battlefield descended into an absurd and comical chaos.
Meanwhile, standing on the paved road not far away, Infinite Resurrection watched the group of iron turtles rolling on the ice, and the fighting spirit in his bones was completely ignited.
"A perfect opportunity! Strike while the iron is hot and kill them!"
With his eyes gleaming, Infinite Resurrection grabbed a rusty threaded steel pipe from the roadside, let out a boastful battle roar, and charged straight onto the ice.
With barely any sense of balance and small, quick steps, he managed to steady himself on the ice, rushed up to a mercenary who was struggling on his back, swung his steel pipe, and delivered a powerful home run to the man's breastplate.
"Die!"