The LeBron Division Detachment and Asura Unit clashed, and the battle between the Attack Helicopter Unit and the Armored Unit began.
In the arid region on the outskirts of the Arbitana Highlands, on a plain at the entrance to the road, Asura Unit, numbering over 700, and LeBron Division, numbering 1,400, clashed.
Marika-san, my commanding officer and the fastest woman in the world, stood up from her command seat and gave orders.
“Alright, let’s go. A mere two-to-one advantage in strength is too easy for us, but think of it as a picnic!”
The thugs chorused in agreement.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
Marika-san turned to Gen-san and said,
“Gen-san, I’ll leave Mai Shiranui to you.”
Gen-san nodded gravely.
“Leave it to me.”
Then, we proceeded from the bridge to the sortie hatch and leaped onto the battlefield.
The plain carried the scent of dry earth on the wind, but soon it would be filled with the smell of iron, oil, gunpowder, and blood.
“Kanata, this is your first time seeing a battlefield where a large army clashes on a plain, isn’t it?”
Marika-san, walking ahead of me, spoke to me.
“Marika-san, this is only my second time in actual combat. Of course, it’s my first.”
“That’s right. For some reason, I felt like Kanata had been with us for a long time. Perhaps it’s because you have such a strong character.”
“I thought I was the mild-flavored one in the First Squad.”
“What part of Kanata is mild-flavored? Humans really don’t understand themselves at all. Rimse, protect mild-flavored Kanata’s back.”
“Yes! I’ll protect the butt of the strong-flavored Sergeant!”
Huh? Rimse-san, you see me as strong-flavored?
“Vodka, be a shield for the silver-haired little one.”
“Yo, escorting the Princess is the Prince’s job.”
As the thugs of Marika-san’s direct command, the First Company, burst into laughter, the silver-haired little one protested.
“My Prince is the Sergeant! Besides, Vodka, do you really look like a Prince? Have you looked in a mirror?”
“I’m a Sergeant too. I look in the mirror every day, when I shave.”
“Hmph, lies. The moment your face appears in the mirror, it’s bound to break. That’s the law of physics.”
“………You still have a sharp tongue, Princess. Are you telling me to reflect my face in water to shave?”
“That’s impossible too. The moment your face appears in water, it will turn murky like a sewer.”
Vodka tried to retort, but was drowned out by the sound of the attack helicopter rotors.
Marika-san, with a defiant smile, ordered,
“They’re here. All troops, prepare to deploy Psyche-Barriers! We only need to withstand the first wave!”
A swarm of incoming attack helicopters approached. There were at least two dozen heading this way.
If the LeBron Division had any advantage, it was in the number of attack helicopters.
It’s difficult to equip Land Battleships with attack helicopters. It’s not impossible, but the number is limited and inefficient.
They always carry small reconnaissance helicopters with foldable rotors, but they are not deployed.
It’s a disadvantage to fight attack helicopters head-on.
The battle with the Hinkley Division was in a dense jungle, so attack helicopters had no place to operate. However, on an open plain like this, they could be effectively utilized and deployed without reservation.
Anti-personnel missiles rained down from the Nighthawk-type attack helicopters towards us.
Lilith, clad in custom battle dress, shouted.
“Thugs! Get closer to me!”
The obedient thugs formed a circle around Lilith.
Lilith’s silver hair rippled, and a dome-shaped Psyche-Barrier deployed.
The anti-personnel missiles hit and exploded, but the dome deployed by Lilith did not even waver.
As expected of a monster girl with a Nenshin Strength of 6 million n. The range and strength of the deployed Psyche-Barrier were incredible.
“I’m impressed. What a brave little one. It significantly reduces our burden.”
“Marika-san, this isn’t the time to be impressed. It’s bad to be chipped away at unilaterally from above. Did you bring rocket launchers?”
“No need. They’re within Curtis’s range. It’ll be over soon.”
Marika-san gestured with her chin towards the 6th Squad deployed in the rear.
The 6th Squad was deployed about 200 meters behind us.
Their appearance was the most bizarre of any unit I had seen so far.
I zoomed in on their figures using my ocular magnification function.
The middle-aged man with a regents hairstyle at the front was “Iron Arm” Curtis.
I couldn’t tell from our communication, where only his face was shown, but the meaning of his nickname “Iron Arm” was immediately clear.
Curtis’s arms were literally iron arms. They were missile launchers.
Curtis’s subordinates also seemed to have similar heavy artillery mounted on their bodies.
Their mounted weapons all fired at once.
The attack helicopters that had been flying overhead as if they owned the place suddenly scattered, but were shot down one after another.
They desperately tried to deflect the missile trajectories by scattering chaff and flares, but it was all in vain.
The missiles fired by Curtis and his men pursued the helicopters like living things and mercilessly destroyed them.
So, chaff and flares are useless against the brainwave-guided missile system.
“Don’t get crushed by the falling scrap metal! That would be the most idiotic way to die!”
Marika-san gave a perfunctory warning, but there wasn’t a single idiot in the First Squad who would get crushed by a falling helicopter.
As the few surviving helicopters made a hasty escape, Curtis removed the missile launchers from both his arms with a clang.
Then, the 6th Squad members opened huge cases, took out Gatling guns, and equipped them to Curtis’s arms.
With Gatling guns mounted on both arms, Curtis calmly walked towards us.
“Yo, Marika. Long time no see. You’re still looking good. How about a date when we get back to the Garden?”
Hmm, is this middle-aged man also after Marika-san? An enemy, an enemy!
“I refuse. I’m not so eccentric as to go on a date with a robot.”
“That’s harsh. I’m not a robot. I’m a cyborg, a cyborg.”
A cyborg, huh? Will he accelerate if he clenches his molars?
I like the original, but I prefer the remade 009-1.
A work that should be called an adult version of 009, with sexy animation and great music.
I consider it a divine anime.
If I have any regrets about returning to my original world, it’s my anime collection, including 009-1.
As I was lamenting my original world’s anime collection and about to shed tears, the cyborg with the regents hairstyle called out.
“Hmm? Hey, you’re…”
How many times do I have to repeat this exchange?
“You’re asking if I’m related to Agito. Yes, yes, that’s right. I am the nephew of Kiba Agito, the hated one of Asura Unit, and my name is Amagake Kanata. Is that enough for you?”
“Such an impudent kid right off the bat. Do you have any grudges against me?”
“I’m tired of being asked the same thing by everyone I meet.”
Marika-san interjected with a laugh.
“It’s because you keep asking me out on dates that Kanata’s sulking.”
“What, kid, you’re after Marika? You’ve set your sights on a very difficult target. I admire your spirit. A man has to chase his dreams.”
Huh, he seems like a good person. I feel like I did something wrong.
“I’m sorry for my attitude.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just being Agito’s nephew probably causes you a lot of trouble. But it’s amazing that Agito’s nephew, who was your sworn enemy, managed to join the First Squad. I guess Marika has mellowed out.”
“I’ve always been known for my good character. Oh my, after helicopters, it’s tanks and armored vehicles. They probably planned to attack in coordination with the helicopters, but they underestimated the cyborg with the regents hairstyle.”
Tanks and armored vehicles, followed by armored grenadiers, advanced towards us from the front. The ratio was about one tank to three armored vehicles.
About 50 vehicles in total. This is troublesome.
“It’s standard procedure to strafe the enemy with helicopters and then crush the remaining forces with tanks. That’s the old way, though. I guess I did a bit too good of a job. You said your name was Kanata. You’ve got tobacco in your breast pocket. I’d like to have a smoke, so could you lend me a hand? I can’t manage with these arms.”
“I’ll lend you a hand, but I’ll be collecting interest.”
I took a cigarette and a lighter from Curtis’s breast pocket and placed them in his mouth, lighting it.
“Quite a sharp-tongued boy. Eight fingers are convenient, but I wish I could return to a five-fingered body soon.”
Are the “eight fingers” referring to the 8-barreled Gatling guns?
“Why don’t you spend your time at the Garden with your eight fingers? They’re stylish and suit you.”
“No way, I can’t even hold a knife and fork. Or are you going to feed me like a baby?”
“If you can do something about that group of scrap metal that’s getting closer, I’ll consider it.”
“It’s not impossible, but that’s Abby’s job.”
Saying so, Curtis pointed to the 8th Squad deployed in the front with his burly and menacing 8-barreled Gatling guns.
The 8th Squad, led by Sister Abby, advanced in a dispersed formation towards the tank corps.
The main guns of tanks are not much of a threat to us elite Bio-Metal soldiers.
We just need to avoid direct hits. And once we dodge one, the next shot won’t come immediately.
If we get close enough to be within the minimum range, the threat is halved, and if we get even closer and make contact, the threat becomes almost non-existent.
The problem is the powerful Gatling guns mounted on the combat vehicles. What’s their plan?
“Kanata, watch closely. Abby will show you how to kill tanks and armored vehicles.”
Immediately after Marika-san said that, the main guns of the tanks fired.
The 8th Squad seemed to have confirmed the firing line by the direction of the turrets, successfully avoiding direct hits, and their Psyche-Barriers deflected the shrapnel from the impact.
As they closed the distance, the Gatling guns roared, targeting the 8th Squad.
Three soldiers formed a squad, with the lead soldier deploying a Psyche-Barrier and the other two following behind.
After a barrage of gunfire, the second soldier moved to the front, and the lead soldier moved to the rear.
I see, it’s a well-thought-out formation. That way, the Nenshin Power consumed will be one-third.
This allows them to form a more powerful barrier.
“That’s a clever move. With that, they can deploy maximum capacity barriers and get close.”
“It’s not just that. They’re deploying the Psyche-Barrier diagonally, not to receive the bullets, but to deflect them. That’s a textbook example for dealing with heavy machine guns. If they can do that, then Curtis standing there is just a nobody.”
Curtis clapped with his Gatling guns on both arms, but protested upon hearing Marika-san’s words.
“Don’t call me a nobody! It’s true that those who take the bullets are nobodies, but those who deflect them are troublesome.”
Marika-san ignored Curtis’s protest and continued,
“And, according to Abby, armored vehicles have a simple but fatal flaw.”
Abby, up close to an armored vehicle, swung her pile bunker with immense force. With a tremendous metallic clang, the armored vehicle overturned.
“See? Just like a turtle, if it flips over, it can’t do anything.”
“No, no, no! I can’t imitate that!”
“I know, Abby says it so casually, but it’s something only a brute can do. She can’t flip over tanks, though.”
“What about the tanks?”
“You’ll see.”
Sister Abby bent the tank’s turret and then brutally bashed it with her pile bunker.
“………Smash it through brute force, huh?”
“That’s right. Well, usually the people inside are smashed before the tank is.”
…No wonder they call her “Abby the Destroyer.”
The division of roles in the 8th Squad is also well done.
The majority of the squad are bulky muscleheads in charge of combat vehicles, while the remaining slender muscleheads are dealing with the armored grenadiers.
Sister Abby, however, handles both vehicles and soldiers with equal disregard.
“Alright, about half of them seem to be scrap metal. Smart ones would retreat quickly, but…”
The LeBron Division did not choose the wise option.
The infantry soldiers deployed in the rear began to advance. From here on, it’s close combat, the time when the main forces of modern warfare clash.
“Here they come. They sent out the infantry before all the vehicles were scrapped. But it’s all a step too late. They should have deployed the armored units and infantry units simultaneously with the helicopters. They were probably worried about friendly fire in the melee, but there’s no time for such leisure when facing a superior opponent.”
“Can’t they just think that friendly fire is acceptable when facing a superior opponent? The biggest advantage of having more numbers is that if you kill each other in equal numbers, the larger side will remain.”
Curtis shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly.
“You say quite frightening things, kid.”
“Kanata has a rather dark mind. Now, dealing with the infantry is our job. Let’s go, boys!”
Marika-san took the lead, and we followed.
The battlefield was filled with the smell of iron, oil, and gunpowder. What was missing was… the smell of blood.
The reason given in the work for calling ninja techniques “arts” is a respect for Tenshin-sama from Bugei Jūhappun, a work by Futaro Yamada.
“Is that your art?”
The immortal ninja is the coolest.
