Chapter 69 Open the eyes of the old men

"Aunt Leah?"

Ruger always felt that he had heard this name somewhere, and asked curiously.

"Huh? Didn't Tia tell you? Aunt Leah is her mother, a descendant of an ancient alchemist school..."

The female warrior was about to say something, but Ruger had to interrupt her, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and rushed forward.

"What happened? Did Tia's pet disappear?"

"We lost contact with Tia?"

Minerva asked hurriedly.

"No, they stopped." Ruger replied.

"Those patrol bees, arrived!"

It took nearly 20 minutes to run at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, and it ran about 26 or 27 kilometers.

Even though those flying insects did not fly in a straight line and went around many bends, Ruger almost went through half of the underground caves in this trip.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy as much as possible, Ruger kept the distance from the straight line in front at least 2 kilometers, sometimes even up to 5 kilometers.

Although this increases the risk of losing the opponent, it allows him to choose a shorter and better route when the opponent will also take a detour, which saves more time.

This time is no exception.

He bypassed two ghost military stations in the middle and rushed to the place where Tia was imprisoned in just a few minutes.

Before coming here, Ruger imagined many possible looks of this place.

What caves at the foot of the mountain.

A castle built of soil or even biological tissues like ghosts.

Or a stone fortress built by digging underground stones.

But he never expected that this place would end up like this.

This is neither a cave nor a fortress.

It is basically a modern military camp.

No, no, no, not modern modernization, but modernization in the World War II era.

This place is like the military camp in the urban legend of World War II where the mustache moved into a cave or underground cave under the pressure of the Allied attack.

Yes, an underground arsenal.

The entire area is based on a corner of the mountain valley.

It is surrounded by rocks on three sides and a steel wall on one side.

The walls were covered with heavy firepower, all of which were classic weapons from World War II.

Even Ruger could see the famous 88mm anti-aircraft gun.

It was a prototype of the 88mm anti-tank gun in a sense.

Although the two guns of the same caliber were actually products of two companies competing against each other.

The winner of the victory became the 88mm anti-aircraft gun.

The loser went back to improve it, and after referring to the advantages of the former, he created the 88mm anti-tank gun.

Ruger was shocked to see so many human-operated weapons here for the first time.

The most terrifying thing was that the thing he had always been most worried about came true.

That is, the weapons were no longer operated by insects, but humanoids.

The forces that created these biochemical beasts really had no intention of sparing humans.

They could equip caterpillars with heavy machine guns, so would they still care about transforming various mammals into humanoids?

No.

Now the combatants and even the logistics personnel inside and outside this underground military camp and arsenal are a group of half-beasts with different prototype races but all hairy.

They were not the green-skinned orcs of Oak, but half-human and half-animal, biologically modified humans.

Lions, tigers, leopards, bears, pigs, and dogs.

They were of different heights and sizes, and therefore equipped with different weapons.

Ruger lay on a nearby hill and looked out for a long time, marveling at the sight.

It was not that this military camp was difficult to capture, after all, it was just an old factory from World War II.

It was mainly the intelligence of these orcs that made Ruger sigh.

It was not that they were too high to scare him.

But...

It was too low.

These guys just looked like humans, and their brains were their own.

Ruger watched for a while and found that only a few trained orcs could follow orders like lions and tigers in the circus.

But most of them could only passively accept orders, but were extremely rigid when executing orders, and in most cases, they could not hide their beastly nature, and mostly just slacked off.

The dog-headed men who were operating flamethrowers and light machine guns as cannon fodder on the front line almost fired bullets several times while playing with their companions.

If it weren't for the bear commander who was supervising them around and slapped the "dog in question" to death with a slap, I'm afraid that the dozen dog-headed men nearby would have died under its gun.

Seeing them like this, Ruger also understood why the orcs' ghosts only exist here.

Or, why other places have been sparing no effort to "produce" those insect ghosts.

Compared to letting human ghosts with insufficient IQ use guns and weapons like humans, it is better to directly use those insects that have been specialized for some guns and guns.

"How is it? Have you come up with a solution after looking for a long time?"

"Tia is still waiting for us!"

The female warrior urged beside her.

"Don't worry, I'm waiting for a reply."

"Well, it's here!"

As he spoke, the old noisy man who had returned to Tia before came back again.

"Is Tia okay?"

Ruger asked.

"Don't worry, with me here, how could anything happen to the master?"

"Is she ready?"

"No problem, the silk cocoons and other things have been dealt with by the master."

"She won't be killed by the ghost now."

"But the terrain there is complicated, and it's hard for her to cooperate with you."

"No need." Ruger waved his hand, "As long as she is safe, we can let go."

"Then, let's start."

As he said that, Ruger climbed down from the top of the mountain.

"Hey, what should I do?"

The female warrior asked behind him.

"Wait for my news, I will give you a signal, and then you will rush over directly."

"What about you?" The female warrior looked at Ruger strangely, who did not get into the cockpit but ran to the back seat.

"Hehe." Ruger laughed, "I'll say hello to these grandfathers."

"Let them see what the younger generations have achieved decades later!"

"Grandfathers? Are they those beasts that look like humans?"

The female warrior had no idea that the so-called grandfathers in Ruger's mouth were not people at all, but those ancient Lost Ones weapons - guns and cannons.

In fact, the development of later weapons has not changed much in the theoretical structure of the weapons themselves.

To use a metaphor, these old guns and cannons from World War II are like the earliest internal combustion engine cars of mankind.

The weapons of later generations are like sedans or sports cars developed in the 21st century.

Yes, today's sedans and sports cars have various comfortable functions, and even automatic driving.

But in the final analysis, its engine, chassis, brakes, etc. are not different in nature from the earliest internal combustion engine cars.

However, even if the essential principles have not changed fundamentally, the technical progress in the details has accumulated little by little, and the final effect may be very different.

For example, the new artillery of Ruger with a caliber of 88mm can quickly fire 5 shells within two seconds.

This is not something that the grandfathers in World War II could imagine.

There were such fast guns in World War II, but the caliber could not be so large.

There are guns with such a large caliber, but they cannot be so fast.

It is not impossible to have both, and the gun body can be enlarged several times or dozens of times and loaded on the ship.

It is really a foolish dream to have this, this, and this, and do all of them.