Infinity, The Arcade Age

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Support Battle



On the frontlines near Mount Verov, the war was escalating by the moment.

Relying on bunkers, trenches, and advantageous terrain, the regular army had been stuck in defensive battles. These past two days had been especially grim.

For reasons unknown, the enemy's assaults had grown increasingly ferocious. What began as small-scale skirmishes and piecemeal offensives had now escalated into full-scale assaults, as if the rebels were determined to decide the outcome in one decisive blow.

This shift left Major General Collins, commanding the regular army, at his wit's end. The pressure was immense, and his head pounded as if it might split.

The regular army had never been a match for the rebel forces in direct combat. Now, with the rebels relentlessly attacking, the regular army's defensive lines were breaking one after another. Collapse seemed imminent.

If this continued, the entire front would crumble.

Across the battlefield, the rebel commander, General O'Neill, was just as troubled despite his aggressive offensive.

His large-scale assault had a clear reason behind it.

The primary issue was the small, rogue enemy force wreaking havoc on their rear.

One day they would destroy an arsenal, the next they'd ambush a logistics camp. In just two days, this force had left the rebel army's supply lines in shambles.

The commander of this rogue unit was evidently a brilliant tactician—a formidable opponent.

Even O'Neill's elite Special Forces Unit, previously undefeated, had been completely wiped out trying to stop them.

O'Neill had attempted to encircle and annihilate this rogue unit, only to witness them—a mere few hundred troops—blast through his tank battalion head-on and vanish into the distance with ease.

He abandoned the idea of directly engaging them.

"This is no ordinary force," he concluded grimly. "Only General Morden's Special Forces could deal with them."

This realization forced O'Neill to change his strategy.

By mustering the bulk of his army to launch an overwhelming offensive, he hoped to crush the regular army's main force as quickly as possible.

Once the regular army was defeated, no matter how resourceful this flea army of a few hundred might be, they would no longer pose a threat.

As he passed through his formation, O'Neill waved energetically to his personal guard.

"Follow me, Personal Guard! We're leading the next charge!"

"Yes, sir!"

O'Neill—full name Allen O'Neill—was often nicknamed Bald Jiang Wen.

He was one of General Morden's top lieutenants, renowned for his courage and martial prowess. Always leading the charge, his unstoppable momentum earned him the admiration and respect of his soldiers.

Faced with the enemy's resilient defenses, O'Neill decided to take matters into his own hands.

As artillery fire erupted, blanketing the opposing trenches in flames, the rebels launched yet another ferocious assault.

Meanwhile, on another front, Qin Ming—having spent the last two days leading raids on enemy supply depots—was now heading toward the main battlefield.

By constantly maneuvering, avoiding large enemy formations, and targeting smaller units, Qin Ming's force danced dangerously on the knife's edge, striking and retreating with precision.

However, such advanced military tactics were far beyond Qin Ming's capabilities.

Even though he had skimmed a few military strategy books in the past, at best, he was a paper general—a Zhao Kuo who excelled in theory but faltered in practice.

Actually, he wasn't even on Zhao Kuo's level. His "studies" amounted to little more than a three-minute burst of enthusiasm, leaving him unable to explain even the basics of strategy coherently.

The one orchestrating these maneuvers was his adjutant, Pilot Shuke.

As victories mounted and his authority grew, Qin Ming began to notice something troubling about his adjutant, Shuke—he was starting to act a bit disobedient.

He dared to challenge orders and issue directives to Qin Ming himself!

Shuke's reasoning? Arguments such as "If the frontline collapses, the enemy will encircle us from all sides, and our forces will be annihilated," or phrases like "Lips and teeth depend on each other; allies must support each other." All his arguments boiled down to one thing: demanding Qin Ming take his troops to reinforce the main frontline.

But Qin Ming had painstakingly built up his 500-strong force. Did Shuke think it was easy to form such a unit? Taking them to die on the frontlines was not a decision Qin Ming made lightly.

If they marched to reinforce the main battlefield as Shuke suggested, even the slightest misstep could mean the annihilation of all 500 men.

And yet... Qin Ming still chose to follow Shuke's advice.

While Qin Ming might not fully understand his own limitations in military strategy, he trusted Shuke's expertise without hesitation. The man's brilliance in tactics had already been proven beyond doubt.

Qin Ming couldn't guarantee that following Shuke's plan would achieve the promised breakthrough against the enemy forces.

But one thing he could guarantee: if he ignored the expert's counsel, insisted on leading the army recklessly himself, or made absurd orders like "move the machine gun five meters to the left," his unit's fate would surely be disastrous.

Seated atop the lead tank, Qin Ming directed his forces onward. After an hour of continuous marching, they finally reached the battlefield.

The sight of billowing smoke and the thunder of artillery fire greeted them from afar, with soldiers on both sides firing relentlessly from behind their respective cover.

Adjusting his steel helmet, Qin Ming stood up, gripped the heavy machine gun, and roared:

"Brothers! Charge with me!"

"Charge!!!"

The unified battle cry echoed across the battlefield.

With nearly ten tanks leading the way and over a dozen armored vehicles following closely, Qin Ming's 500-strong force surged forward from the enemy's flank, heading straight for the artillery encampment.

Gunfire and explosions rang out as the silver-grade tanks and armored vehicles smashed through the enemy lines like an unstoppable force.

And behind the vehicles marched a squad of heavily armed, battle-hardened soldiers, all bristling with weaponry.

The enemy's defenses, unprepared for such a sudden assault, were quickly overwhelmed. In mere moments, their defensive line was breached.

Charging into the artillery encampment, Qin Ming fired his machine gun indiscriminately at anything that moved.

Cannons were destroyed, ammunition depots exploded, and an entire tank company sent in as reinforcements was wiped out.

It was a rampage of unparalleled destruction.

Just as Qin Ming and his troops seemed on the verge of leveling the entire artillery encampment, an explosion tore through the front wall.

Out of the smoke and debris roared a silver-white tank, followed by a fully equipped rebel unit.

Leading the charge was none other than a Metal Slug Type 3 Tank.

General Allen O'Neill, who had just retreated to the rear for a brief rest, immediately took action upon learning that his artillery position was under attack by the infamous Hound Legion.

He personally led his elite battalion to confront them.

(End of Chapter)


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