BXBX NOVEL Chapter 137: Here comes the rain [2/2]
[I am glad you are pleased, my lord. Please prepare your plan on how to engage them. I have noted some good positions to use as bunkers, but due to the number of enemies, there is no one position that you can use for the entire battle].
"What do you mean?"
[I ran combat simulations, and at most you would take down a hundred before being overwhelmed. Once surrounded, it would become increasingly difficult to escape. {Rewind} may allow you to fight for a long time, but you will always be overwhelmed by the sheer number of undead.]
I could see what Aira was trying to say. Even against only two hundred in the Lone House, I had to rely on a bloody melee before I detonated myself. Fights with Joshua had me jumping over a cliff or fighting on narrow paths, but I was still mobbed.
The only time I was able to direct the undead and take down a large number of them without injury was in the Colosseum. I threw the {Honey Trap} Soulgear and sent a Corpse Eater missile to finish them off.
"Hmm. Then pick two points that cover each other, Aira. I can set my {Save} on the first and fight on the second. When I am about to be overwhelmed, I will rewind to the first. And use the {Honey Trap} Soulgear to lure them back to the second."
[An excellent plan, my lord. According to my calculations, this plan has an 80% chance of succeeding without injury. If you allow me to transport the {Honey Trap} soulgear, the risk to you will be further reduced by 7%].
"Wonderful, those are excellent odds. I will rely on you, Aira."
It was amazing that just one piece of hardware could add so much to my combat tactics. Some people might think it was dangerous to trust a machine with such power. But those were only people who had the option of not evolving.
"For those who live on the edge, there is no alternative. I will use whatever I can to win this war," I vowed seriously.
After a few minutes, Aira informed me that her preparations were complete.
[My Lord, the 3D scan of the zone is complete. Here are their locations. Most of them are concentrated in a camp in the center of the zone. I also found the bodies of the defenders.]
"Thank you Aira, then let the party begin."
[Understood My Lord, I will return the drone to your position. Please replace its battery pack so I can last a bit longer. I will keep an eye on the mini-map and keep you updated on the enemy's movements].
"Got it."
I moved to one of the spots Aira had marked and placed the {Honey Trap} Soulgear. It was a good thing that one of the Yuddha Rakshas returned it to me after the battle.
It looked extremely obscene. Its effect was still very useful.
"Note to self, I should buy some soulgear in the Production office when I get back."
With the plans in place, I dug a foot-deep hole in the ground and placed the {Honey Trap} Soulgear inside. I then sent souls into the {Honey Trap} and invoked its effects. The sweet scent that attracted the undead again sent my emotions up and down like a roller coaster.
Without waiting for its effect, I was on the move, running away at full speed.
"{Thief}. Aira how long?!"
[My Lord, the first wave of undead will reach the {Honey Trap} in less than five minutes. Please leave immediately.]
"Understood! {SAVE}!"
I sprinted as fast as I could and headed for point B. Point A and B were two places that overlooked each other. Point A was a valley, while Point B was the top of a small hill.
Kill zones and sniper perches naturally used elevated positions to leverage gravity instead of working against it. The distance between the two points was less than 300 meters.
This was the first time I fought with a plan in mind. Unlike the previous zones, which I entered blindly, with Aira by my side I was able to ease the strain on my body and mind by preparing for unforeseen circumstances.
[My Lord, the first wave of zombies has arrived at Point A.]
"Got it Aira, I am in position."
I slid to the ground and got into a prone shooting stance. Next, I shouldered the buttstock of the M60 machine gun. It was already mounted on a tripod and pointed at point A. All I had to do was pull the trigger.
"Here come the rain fuckers! DIE!"
My fingers pulled the trigger and the M60 began spewing lead rounds at 2,800 feet per second. Originally it had an effective range of 1200 yards, which was extended by another 100 yards by mounting it on a tripod.
The weapon's iconic ratatat resounded as the 7.62 NATO ball rounds made quick work of the zombies trying to claw their way to the ground. The hole was not that deep, but a zombie had to be on the ground to reach it.
Most of the undead were stupid, so none of them thought to kneel, and instead they all clawed at the ground while standing. With such awkward positions, my lead rounds tore apart not only their limbs, but their torsos as well.
Since they were all clustered around the bait-type soulgear, I didn't even have to aim, just fired around a small target group. Within seconds, the corpses began to pile up. Yet more were coming towards point A.
My weapon suddenly stopped firing when it ran out of ammunition. At a rate of 550 to 650 rounds per minute, a box of 100 rounds would last less than 20 seconds.
I quickly reloaded the machine gun with deft movements, knowing I had hundreds more to kill.