303 Military Politics (1/2)
”...ral! General! Can you hear me? The makeshift bridge has been placed!”
A soldier tried to catch his attention since earlier but upon noticing that the General was in aim assist, he decided to shake him up. Every veteran soldier has almost the same skillset, so they knew what kind of skills the other soldiers had.
It could be seen as a weakness and strength at the same time. An army filled with elite marksmen could kill their targets far away. Even if the enemy had unique powers, if they were unable to utilize it, it was still useless.
On the other hand, having the same set of skills would put everyone in danger once they meet something extremely dangerous. If a Hunter or Destroyer gets too close, it would spell certain doom to that small number of people.
Paul Celestine recollected himself and saw a crude bundle of lumber placed on the broken bridge. He wasn't sure if he could trust his life with the bridge, but with the vibrations, he could feel under his foot, he had no choice but to trust it.
”Mister President, let's go.”
Paul Celestine tried pulling Duforte's arm, but it didn't budge. Even though he didn't put much strength into it, he still has enhanced power and should be easily able to pull an old man.
Unfortunately, the president wasn't someone who hides in safety during the initial phase. Before the extraction group arrived, Rodriguez Duforte had already reached level ten by rescuing civilians and searching for supplies.
”Let the civilians go first. I'll hold off the enemy.”
”But Mister President?!”
Paul wanted to debate, but a fair-skinned PSG wearing barong blocked him.
Jerry shook his head before guiding the crowd of civilians towards the makeshift bridge.
Knowing the president's temper, Jerry knew what to do. He also hoped that the General assigned to extract them adjusts to the president's temperament.
Paul Celestine's group of six stayed to defend the uphill climb. The different modern guns echoed around the area as they endlessly fired. They even had to resort to using the vehicles as a ramming tool, which caused quite a destruction when going downhill. One vehicle even tumbled upon a corpse which caused it to overturn and tumble down and explode.
As they repeatedly used the tactic, the skyway entrance became a crash site and carriers couldn't get past them. The Evolved carriers were hunted down once they climbed up the wreckage making them easy targets for professional shooters.
”Please help me!”
Unfortunately, before someone could even run up to him, the makeshift bridge finally gave up and fully slipped. The man's scream echoed as he fell, followed by several thudding noises.
No one looked down. No one could.
In the middle of their stupor, Paul suddenly thought of an idea.
”Let's make another bridge!”
He quickly ran towards the lumber pile by the side of the road only to see wet and short pieces of cut lumbers.
The officer on the other side of the bridge shouted upon hearing him. ”We already used all the longer ones. The remaining ones couldn't reach this end. Do you have anything on your inventory that we could use?”
Paul searched his dimensional storage for anything useful.
”I only have a rope with me. I don't think we need to risk it. You guys head to the Southern Outpost, we'll go to the eastern one.”
Upon hearing the news, an officer from the other side of the bridge frowned but no one noticed it since he was on the back of the group.
Paul continued. ”The skyway should be pretty safe unless there's another unique on the other side. Just be careful.”
”Please take these.” The friendly officer tossed a rifle magazine, followed by a grenade. ”Let's hope you won't need to use it.”
”Thanks. Good luck to you too!”
Jerry calmed his other brothers on the other side of the bridge.
”Don't worry. I'll die first before anything can get close to the president.”
His friends didn't smile nor showed fear. They only left him some words of encouragement.
”Don't die. Let's drink once we meet again.”
With their farewells said, the two groups finally moved.