Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 263 - 263 43 Escape

263: Chapter 43 Escape 263: Chapter 43 Escape Long, long ago, “besieging a hero” was considered a matter requiring a great sacrifice.

As long as the power disparity between both sides wasn’t too desperate, a hero always had a chance to break out from the encirclement.

It wasn’t for any other reason than that a hero could rely on absolute individual superiority to carve a broad path through the enemy lines.

When a hero slayed an enemy soldier, all he needed to do was to wave his hand, and this action didn’t impact his forward speed at all.

At that moment, his charge through the entire army was as effortless as if he were passing through a no man’s land.

It’s easy for a nail to be damaged when trying to puncture an iron plate, but when piercing tofu, the nail almost feels no resistance.

Wear and tear can be ignored.

Within the army, there were martial studies experts lending support.

But there weren’t many of these experts.

They couldn’t cover the entire defense line and could only wait in fixed positions for orders.

Of course, for a hero to achieve this, some environmental advantages needed to be created.

“Disrupting the information command system” and “blocking vision” were foremost.

The former could prevent military martial path experts from forming military formations, creating the effect of “the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.” The latter could prevent oneself from being overwhelmed by endless firepower.

Once this effect was achieved, what remained was the simplest “charge.”

The most primitive impact was enough to turn the world upside down.

Jader was running forward with all his might.

Everyone knew that as long as they broke through this blockade line and re-entered the sandstorm, they would be safe.

The first vehicle in the convoy exploded right in front of them.

As Jader had predicted, the vehicle had crashed into the Protector’s fortification.

The explosion blew open the fortification, creating a path.

The heroes were greatly invigorated.

However, after crossing the fortification, there was still a tide of enemies surging toward them.

Even without the geographic advantage, they showed no signs of depression—perhaps they never harbored the emotion of “depression”?

It all happened in an instant.

The vehicle driven by the Firearms Path martial artist Chai Lao and the hero who had studied the Path of the War Chariot charged too eagerly and too far ahead, thus, three martial artists seized the opportunity and flipped the vehicle.

The two heroes didn’t just sit and wait for death.

They immediately opened fire at full power, clearing the surrounding enemies and opening a path for their companions.

Jader wanted to help the two heroes.

But the reason why the enemy was able to flip the war chariot was that they employed wrestling tactics, using force skillfully and flipping the vehicle with its own momentum.

Jader’s prosthetic body couldn’t muster the strength to flip it back right away.

If it had been another time and place, giving Jader a chance to move slowly, he could have used the hydraulic power system to lift the chariot gradually.

But the enemy martial artists and soldiers would not give him that chance.

The Underground Pixiu, driving a war chariot, crossed the vehicle with everyone else.

As Jader twisted to break an enemy’s spine, he saw the hero who had studied the Path of the War Chariot slip out of a side door.

But that area was already tightly surrounded by infantry.

The hero fought valiantly and killed more than thirty enemies before being overwhelmed.

Jader couldn’t bear to keep watching.

The remaining heroes advanced another few dozen meters.

Then, a violent explosion came from behind.

The shockwave stirred the aerosols.

“Shit!” Jader couldn’t help but yell out.

But he couldn’t stop.

—Just need to break through…

He casually chopped down two soldiers.

—Just need to break through…

He dodged an anti-tank missile coming straight at him.

—Just need to break through…

With Tan’s help, he snatched a cavalry general’s long weapon.

—Just need to break through…

Why haven’t we broken through yet?

For a moment, that emotion flashed through the hero’s mind.

In the heat of the battle, his self-consciousness seemed to become merely an input and pointer for the Martial Arts Algorithm.

He couldn’t remember how he had made it through the last stretch at all.

When he came to his senses, he was running through the sandstorm following the last vehicle.

This last vehicle was originally the best armored.

But now, “paltry” was the only word to describe it.

The reactive armor had all exploded.

This kind of armor, equipped with explosives on the outer layer, would detonate upon a heavy strike, pushing away the enemy’s attack.

Each explosion of the reactive armor symbolized an attack that could have penetrated the external armor being repelled.

Besides that, bullet holes and cracks covered every part of the war chariot.

“I’m still alive…” Jader murmured.

Looking at the endless yellow sand around him, he said, “We made it out?

We…

We made it out!

My God!

We succeeded!

Hero Tan, we…”

Jader wanted to find someone to vent his overwhelming joy.

But before he could finish, he stopped.

His footsteps ceased as well.

He remembered.

It seemed that during one of the onslaughts, Tan was swept away by the infantry formation.

There might…

be no hope for survival.

“This…” he looked around, “I also took a stick of his junk mints.”

“Although he carried a variety of flavors, he himself actually preferred the mild ones,” said the voice from the Underground Pixiu inside the carriage over the loudspeaker.

“Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I see,” Jader nodded, “We did survive, at least.”

“Indeed…

we survived.”

If Baiman had been here, according to their original battle plan, the final breakthrough wouldn’t have come at such a great cost.

But history doesn’t entertain ‘what-ifs’.

Had Baiman not been at that point directly assaulting the main forces of the Protectors, everyone here would have been caught in a pincer attack between the main forces and the blockading troops.

This was already an acceptable outcome.

The noises Jader made, as well as the sounds coming from the speaker next to his auditory organ, woke Lucius from his faint.

Lucius was in incredible pain.

A bullet had gone through his spine.

Such physical pain was something cybernetically enhanced people seldom experienced anymore.

Thankfully, the damage was relatively low on his body.

He quickly realized there was a hand holding his neck, fixing him atop the war chariot.

“You’re awake too, Young Master Lv.”

The tone from the Underground Pixiu was unusually calm.

This didn’t seem like its usual demeanor…

Lucius thought out of the blue.

“You’ve lost your lower body…

be careful when you release the hand around your neck,” said the Underground Pixiu.

“What…” Lucius pried the hand from his neck, supported himself with one hand on the war chariot’s external armor, and then turned to look.

A dead man.

Xing Yi had been dead for a while.

His head had been grazed by a firearm, nearly emptying out his cranial fluids.

“Ah…

What is this…

Ahhh…” Lucius was stunned.

“Brother Xing Yi?” Jader came over.

He organized his muddled memories from a moment ago.

It seems that in the latter half of the rush, Lucius had a leg severed by artillery fire, greatly affecting his speed, causing him to be targeted by the Martial Artists of the Firearms Path among the Protectors and taking a magazine full of bullets.

It was during this time that his spine was shattered.

Then…

it seemed that Xing Yi managed to grab the young hero at the last moment.

But apparently, Xing Yi had no chance to secure the young hero somewhere safe.

Holding Lucius with one hand and a firearm with the other, he fought until the last moment.

The Solo Kill King flicked the martial artist’s firearm, ejecting the last casing.

“At least he fired his last bullet,” said Jader as he spoke.

He patted Xing Yi’s prosthetic body, “Well done, old buddy.”

Before coming here, he had worked several operations with Xing Yi and was quite familiar with him.

Lucius’s hand unconsciously clung to a crack in the vehicle’s external armor, staring blankly at the hero.

“He said as long as he was here, he would use every last bit of his strength to protect us before he died,” declared the Underground Pixiu.

Jader removed Xing Yi’s body from the vehicle, carried Lucius inside, and returned to the vehicle.

He said to the young hero, “We’ll have to bury him in a bit.

Cheer up a bit, though.

At least he understood before he died that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

We nearly achieved all our objectives…

as long as Great Hero Baiman escaped too.”

The young man let out a suppressed cry, “I understand.”

…………………………………

Baiman pushed away the martial artists surrounding Xiang Shan with a wave of his hand.

The reason he descended was not because he was shot down by a sniper but because he realized that he had no chance to kill Fraser.

Fraser’s Vector Injector was clearly superior to Baiman’s.

When Fraser was determined to fight, the advantage wasn’t that apparent, but as soon as he began to flee wholeheartedly, the gap widened instantly.

Baiman, who was better at close combat and lacking in internal firepower, had no means to kill Fraser from a distance.

Chasing Fraser, however, would have made it easy for him to be targeted by snipers ten kilometers away.

If any part of him was damaged, the situation would reverse again.

So, he rapidly decreased his altitude and reached Xiang Shan’s side.

Baiman quickly killed a martial artist.

At that moment, Fraser once again closed the distance.

He planned to rely on his remaining firearms to fight the enemy.

Baiman decided not to prolong the struggle.

Xiang Shan had already told him, if it was impossible to continue, then Baiman had to come down, grab Xiang Shan, and take him along to escape.

Baiman’s huge palm, like a clamp, grabbed Xiang Shan’s waist.

Xiang Shan was thus accelerated to several times the speed of sound by Baiman.

Baiman instantly plunged into the aerosol.

The shock absorption capabilities of Xiang Shan’s prosthetic body were not so robust.

Or rather, Xiang Shan himself had not anticipated that he would be thrust into a battle with such terrifying acceleration so quickly.

It caused a concussion.

Xiang Shan’s consciousness started to blur.

He looked at his surroundings swirling in silver.

Exhaustion came up along with it.

Perhaps because the tense string had snapped, Xiang Shan fell into a coma.