Dawn of the Super Seminary

Chapter 412 Enemy Night Raid?

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At 10 p.m., Mu Xingchen was resting in that large tent.

Of course, he didn't go to bed; he just sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Yes, the torrential rain outside has stopped, and the rain clouds have dispersed.

What puzzled Mu Xingchen was that the group didn't seem to try to break out under the cover of rain and darkness.

This left him feeling very confused and puzzled.

After all, Mo Fei had split his forces into two groups that afternoon to attack both their location and General Connor's side simultaneously.

This is clearly some kind of conspiracy (scheme).

But if there's a conspiracy, why is the mutated demon leader completely silent?

This left Mu Xingchen completely baffled.

So, to guard against any unforeseen circumstances, he did not go to sleep immediately, but simply sat there meditating (taking a short rest).

In any case, he has already entered the realm of a third-generation super soldier, and is a true god-like body.

Let alone minor things like occasionally not sleeping, he can maintain his bodily functions even without eating, relying on stellar energy (sunlight).

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Because of the heavy rain in the evening, this position and the battlefield in front of it were all covered in mud.

Especially on that battlefield, the craters created by artillery shells were filled with rainwater (mud).

Most of the enemy soldiers who died in battle were washed away by the "streams" formed by the rain to a low-lying area in the distance.

Coincidentally, the destroyed tanks and armored vehicles were also nearby, serving as tombstones for the pile of corpses.

The night was quiet, but there were scattered lights on the US military's position.

Outside this position, there are several temporary observation towers set up using large elevators.

Those elevators are military engineering machinery, and they can reach a height of nearly 15 meters when they are raised to the top.

Two American soldiers were stationed on duty at each elevator.

Each of their soldiers carried an infrared thermal imager and a remote control for the position's alarm.

They would be able to spot any enemy troops attempting to approach and wake everyone on the position from their sleep.

Perhaps bored with standing guard, one of the American soldiers with curly hair took out a cigarette from one of the elevators.

But before he could even open the cigarette pack and take out the cigarettes, his teammate next to him snatched the box of mini cigarettes that were shaped like vertical strips.

"David, what are you doing? If you want one, I'll give you one. Why are you taking the whole pack?"

The curly-haired American soldier looked at his greedy comrade beside him with some displeasure.

After all, that pack of cigarettes was given to him by his company commander; it wasn't easy to get.

He's usually reluctant to smoke, so of course he wouldn't give them all away.

"Robert, are you crazy? We're on an elevator! If you light this fire, and an enemy sneaks in under cover of darkness, their sniper will be the first to shoot you! And it'll get me in trouble too!"

The short-haired American soldier named David gave the person next to him a disgruntled look.

Although there were a few scattered lights on their position, they were on a 15-meter-high observation platform!

If the enemy sees a light source in the air, they will definitely deal with those on night watch who are responsible for reconnaissance first.

He didn't want to be killed by enemy snipers for no reason.

"Don't scare yourself. I'll just smoke over there, away from the battlefield. Give me the cigarette."

As he spoke, the curly-haired soldier named Robert reached out to snatch the cigarette from his comrade.

"Alright, lower your head and smoke, don't expose the source of the fire."

Seeing that the curly-haired guy was trying to snatch the cigarettes, David had no choice but to hand the pack over to him.

"I know, I know, it won't implicate you."

Robert took the pack of cigarettes, eagerly opened it, and put one in his mouth.

Then he turned his back to his own position, took out a silver lighter, and lit the cigarette in his mouth with a "ding".

Robert took a deep drag on his cigarette, savoring the sweet caramel flavor that filled his mouth.

That feeling was intoxicating, and for Robert, a long-time smoker, it was an ultimate enjoyment.

Nicotine stimulates the brain to release dopamine, which relaxes his nerves.

Robert couldn't help but show a look of infatuation, his eyebrows and eyes half-closed and curved into crescent moons.

Just as Robert was taking one puff after another of his cigarette, David, who was observing the distant battlefield with an infrared thermal imager, spoke up.

"Hey? Robert, do you think we can get back alive?"

"I don't know, it's the same for me whether I go back or not."

When David asked him, Robert responded.

Yes, he no longer has a home.

Robert's home was attacked by the Taotie and was already in a terrible state.

His wife and children also died in the nuclear strike.

In addition, the subsequent demonic invasion led to the proliferation of mutated demons, and none of his other family members and relatives were spared.

They were all killed by those mutated demons and their terrorists.

For him, even if the war ended, he would have nowhere to go.

Whether he can survive until the country is completely liberated is no longer important.

"Look at you, at least you can start your life anew if you go back, why are you so pessimistic?"

David put down the far-infrared thermal imager in his hand, turned his head and said something to Robert, who was always talking pessimistic things.

He knew that "he" had no family or home, but wasn't he the same?

But even if they have nothing, they still have to live on.

Not for any other reason than so that their families in heaven can rest in peace.

"I don't care about a new life. If I can get back alive, I plan to apply for the Space Commando. If I'm lucky enough to be selected, I'll go to a space station outside the solar system and guard it until I die."

After saying that, Robert took another deep drag on his cigarette.

Then he showed that expression of enjoyment.

"You're planning to join the space commando team? I heard that joining that team means getting injected with a super gene that can increase our lifespan and physical capabilities several times over."

David had also heard of the space commando unit that China had first established.

He knew that the team's mission was to form the first line of defense for Earth and humanity against aliens.

If war breaks out, that team will be the first "cannon fodder" killed by aliens.

So he didn't want to join that space commando team.

He planned to wait until the war ended, then use his salary and bonuses from his wartime achievements to start a new life.

He did not intend to dedicate himself to the country until his death.

"Yes, I've heard of that too."

As he spoke, Robert took another deep drag on his half-smoked cigarette.

The cigarettes carried in the military rations were short and thin, burning out after only a few puffs.

"Sigh, the gluttons are gone, and the great demon Morgana is gone too. All that's left are some mutated demons wreaking havoc. Why doesn't President Obama just use bombers or nuclear bombs to wipe out all those damned guys in one fell swoop? Why insist on fighting in this primitive way?"

David couldn't help but complain.

Clearly, they were tired of fighting for three years.

I long for the happy life of having a wife, kids, and a warm bed.

Upon hearing David complain about their president, Robert flicked his cigarette ash and said a few words to the kid.

"That's nonsense. Did the gang occupy Pittsburgh before? It's so close to our capital, Washington. How could they possibly bomb it with a nuclear bomb?"

"As for bombers, that's even more impossible. Do you think our troops have surface-to-air missiles that would destroy any planes that get close? Sending more would be a waste."

After saying that, Robert took another deep drag on his cigarette.

His face was completely relaxed.

"Sigh, I wonder if I'll even survive to see this prosperous and glorious era again."

David didn't argue, but simply picked up the far-infrared thermal imager again to observe the distant battlefield.

"Whatever, I'm indifferent to all of this anyway."

Robert continued smoking the cigarette that was almost completely burned out.

You could tell from his tone that he truly didn't care about life or death anymore.

Because he had nothing left but his life...

David didn't respond to Robert; he simply used the thermal imager to observe the distance.

Robert finished his cigarette in no time and turned to face the "graveyard".

Before he could even pick up the far-infrared thermal imager, David suddenly spoke up.

"Something's wrong!"

"Hmm? Let me see."

Upon hearing David's words, Robert quickly picked up the thermal imager and looked into the distance.

Then I saw a small swarm of red ants approaching from about five kilometers away.

"There really is an enemy! Quick, press the alarm!"

After Robert spotted an enemy in the distance, he immediately took out a remote control from his waist.

But before he could press the button, the huge siren in the center of the position started to blare loudly.

It was clear that the soldiers on other lookout towers had also spotted the enemy night attack and pressed the alarm remote control before they did.

The enemy forces mentioned earlier, which possess radar and thermal imaging evasion systems, refer to Morpheus's demonic squadron, not all of them.

Amidst the deafening sirens, Mu Xingchen was the first to open his eyes and rush outside the tent.

He didn't dare to dawdle and ran straight towards an elevator on the outskirts of the position.

He then leaped onto a watchtower and looked at the curly-haired soldier named Robert.

Give me the far-infrared device.

Robert knew that the Chinese soldier in black armor was their temporary commander.

They quickly took the thermal imaging camera hanging around his neck and handed it to the other person.

Mu Xingchen took the thermal imager and looked into the distance, discovering that enemy troops were indeed approaching.

Honestly, Mu Xingchen didn't understand what those enemies were thinking.

The thermal imaging system is affected to some extent when it rains, but the enemies just don't make a move.

The rain has stopped for three hours now, and the ground is so muddy that it's almost impossible to walk on. Why would the enemy launch an attack at this time?

Could it be that the legion has lost its mind to choose this time to launch a night raid?

"The enemy might try to break out under cover of darkness. Let's go down and regroup; don't become targets for the enemy."

With that, Mu Xingchen returned the far-infrared thermal imager to the curly-haired American soldier.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing the commander speak to him, Robert immediately saluted him.

Mu Xingchen didn't say anything more, but simply jumped off the elevator and went to find Major General James.

The American soldiers inside the position had just fallen asleep, but they all woke up quickly, grabbed their guns, and assembled outside.

Half an hour later, everything was ready for the US military.

Not only were the soldiers stationed behind the fortifications, but the tanks and armored vehicles were also ready to go.

Mu Xingchen and James were each on the roof of an armored vehicle, using thermal imagers to observe the enemy four kilometers away.

The land was too muddy from the rain; otherwise, the enemy wouldn't be moving so slowly.

"Huh? Why didn't the enemy deploy mechanized forces this time?"

Watching the approaching "swarms of red ants" from the top of the armored vehicle, Mu Xingchen couldn't help but voice a question.

He looked for a long time, but no matter whether he used a thermal imager or a night vision device, he couldn't see any enemy tanks or armored vehicles.

Only a few large trucks were moving at a constant speed.

This greatly surprised him.

"I don't know. Could it be that the enemy's mechanized units have all gone to attack General Connor?"

James was also very confused as he looked at the enemy army in the distance, which consisted only of ordinary soldiers.

"Have Ryan contact General Connor and see if there's been any enemy night attack on their end."

Mu Xingchen stroked his chin, then gave an order to Major General James.

"Row"

Without hesitation, James quickly took out his radio and notified his lieutenant, Ryan.

Ryan quickly sent them a message.

"Commander Mu, General Connor has also discovered traces of enemy troops, but they haven't deployed any mechanized weapons."

Upon receiving the news, James quickly relayed the information to Mu Xingchen, who was standing nearby.

"Since we don't have mechanized units, don't rush into battle. Give the order to let the enemy within two kilometers."

Since the enemy had no tanks or armored vehicles, they had no means of long-range attacks, which saved Mu Xingchen a lot of trouble.

At least he doesn't need to deploy large-area wind walls to defend the position.

It can save a lot of effort.

"it is good"

After saying that, James used another radio to contact the commanders of the two armored brigades.

More than forty minutes passed, and the enemy troops had reached the battlefield within three kilometers of the US army's position.

However, the enemies did not continue their charge; instead, they carried the bodies that had been washed down to lower ground by the rain onto trucks.

They did not take advantage of the break while moving the bodies to get closer to the US positions.

Those people were just moving their comrades' bodies; they did nothing else.

Seeing that the enemies showed no intention of attacking, Mu Xingchen put down the thermal imaging device in his hand and turned his head to the side.

"Major General James, have Ryan ask General Connor how things are going."

"Row"

James naturally wouldn't refuse Mu Xingchen's orders, and he contacted Ryan again via radio.

Ryan sent back a message shortly afterward.

"General Connor's enemy forces are also collecting corpses; there are no signs of an attack."

James relayed the message to Mu Xingchen, who was on top of the armored vehicle next to him.

"Tsk, alright then. It seems the enemy isn't planning a night breakout, but just cleaning up the battlefield. In that case, let everyone go back and rest."

Upon learning that the enemy was not planning a night raid to break through, Mu Xingchen was speechless and could only order everyone to return.

"Let's wait a bit longer, until the enemy troops have all withdrawn before we go back."

James did not agree to Mu Xingchen's suggestion, fearing that the enemy's collection of corpses was a smokescreen.

The real objective was to launch a surprise attack.

"Alright, then let's wait a little longer."

Mu Xingchen understood what James was worried about, so he agreed with James's idea.

So the people on the position waited for another two hours, until 2 a.m. before they went back to sleep.

It wasn't that the enemy was moving the bodies too slowly; in fact, most of those bodies were killed by artillery shells.

There were pieces scattered all over the place, and very few of them were intact.

The enemy troops cleaned up the battlefield and withdrew in less than an hour.

Just to be on the safe side, James insisted on waiting until all the enemy troops were out of sight before letting everyone go back to rest.