Four Split Personalities

It must be said, even without any unit to restrain it, the damage the "Kirov" inflicted on the mutants was indeed excessive. If one were merely to look at the data, it would even seem somewhat like child’s play.

Over in the Hodir Mountain Trail, the main forces of the joint troops had to rely on the right time, place, and people, nearly half a month of pre-war preparations, and nearly half the casualties to successfully annihilate all mutants.

In front of the two long bridges of the Twin Cities, the combined naval forces from Cordova, Xia Lian, and Scarlan managed to kill four thousand mutants.

Yet the "Kirov," being merely a single unit on the battlefield, took away more than a thousand in the first round of bombing in the city of Savar, and then during the chat between Motan and Ger, another thousand mutants were obliterated in under ten minutes altogether. This daunting achievement even made the joint forces’ previous sacrifices seem rather worthless in comparison.

But this wasn’t something unreasonable...

Just like a mortar battalion achieving ten times the results of an infantry battalion and only incurring one percent of the casualties, this could simply be due to misfires. Such occurrences are actually very common and no one would find them amiss.

Different roles have different casualties and outcomes, which is perfectly normal.

What was abnormal, however, was that in conventional battles, mortar battalions would be targeted by the enemy, getting struck heavily by planes, missiles, or another set of artillery. But in Misha County, there was only one "Kirov," and the only people who could harm it were their own forces. The mutants, even if ten times their number came, were helpless against this lightly-armored but large-cargo airship.

So, this indeed made the situation seem somewhat like bullying.

Yes, bullying, which to Motan, was the essence of war.

His commanding principles were quite simple, which were to exploit his side’s advantages to the extreme and target the enemy’s weaknesses to the extreme. He would try to place all his forces in the most suitable positions, then think about how to create advantages, and think about how to convert these advantages into winning positions, making every element as simple and lethal as possible...

If the enemy couldn’t think, then target their intelligence; if the enemy couldn’t target air units, then consider carpet bombing. Essentially, that was the idea.

The astonishing results of the "Kirov" were the ultimate manifestation of this philosophy in this war.

Because the mutants were blocked at the bridgehead, their concentration even exceeded that of their kind buried in the Hodir Mountain Trail, and the aerial assault team of the "Kirov" could calmly calculate from which angle dropping air-dropped bombs would kill more, maximizing the power of each group of ’fusion bombs.’

Never underestimate this small team of engineers, most of whom had almost no combat capability. These guys had an almost instinctive sharpness in mastering the scale of explosions and damage estimation; otherwise, they would have been killed by those experiments that seemingly explode for no reason but do explode anyway.

"Shift five degrees to the east, increase the output of the third group auxiliary engines!"

Ford • Bombdrill, serving as the captain of the "Kirov," held a monocular with Eagle Eye Technique, looked downwards, and shouted loudly, "The monster density in the current bombing area has already reduced by 40%. We need to fly to a position where we can blast more heads!"

Not far behind him, the dwarf engineer Aojin • Rivet Wheel was also stretching his neck and shouting at the deck’s active hatch, "Stop the drop immediately, don’t waste firepower, open hatch number four, drop two boxes of rejuvenating powder down, and get hatch number seven ready. Once that idiot finds the right angle, immediately clear all the stock in Storage B-1!"

"You’re the idiot!"

Bombdrill shouted back without turning his head, put down the monocular, rubbed his eyes hard, took a deep breath of the air filled with the literal scent of gunpowder, and after the Kirov slowly passed over a group of somewhat affected mutants, he yelled, "Drop the rejuvenating powder! Get hatch number seven ready, I’m going to make some noise!"

Two boxes marked with green little leaves were forcefully pushed down by a bearded dwarf, rapidly falling through the airship’s active hatch number four, and then exploded into fragments in the dense group of mutants below. This powder, mixed with gunpowder, not only made these monsters more concentrated but also effectively increased their burning duration after the air raid.

Bombdrill paused for three seconds, then shouted together with Rivet Wheel nearby, "Drop the bombs!!"

Hatch number seven was kicked open, and more than ten boxes of mixed bombs containing God-knows-what crashed down, the arising flames and the rapidly spreading small-scale explosions suddenly increased the visibility around by fifty percent, cutting another large wave of mutants’ numbers from D to B.

"Observer team, how many did we kill!"

Bombdrill didn’t admire the stunning explosion below, but instead frowned and listened carefully to the ’squeaking sound’ mixed with the rumble, calling out to several dwarven youngsters on both sides of the deck, "Hurry up and tell me, I have a bad feeling!"

"Give us ten seconds!"

An observer on the port side shouted, then ran to the right side with a piece of parchment, murmured with a few others for a while, then turned his head and shouted loudly to Bombdrill, "Roughly killed two hundred, the effect of the rejuvenating powder hasn’t worn off yet, the next round of bombing could kill at least twice as many monsters!"