Chapter 1093: Chapter 354: Don’t Want to Be a Rare Breed? That’s Not Up to You! (3)

This is because the players don’t want to waste too much time chasing here, otherwise no one would get away.

"Disarm the wounded soldiers and lock them in the house, dismantle the cybernetic bodies of the dead quickly."

Sword Saint issued the orders methodically, not feeling happy despite the battle victory.

After all, running the same instance over ten times would tire anyone out. If the enemy’s setup weren’t different each time, and increasingly challenging, he would have lacked the drive.

A wounded Cuban soldier being pushed along couldn’t help but speak to Sword Saint as he passed by,

"Bro, why don’t you just take us as prisoners straight back instead of leaving us here? The heartless logistics will just give me a new cybernetic body and send me back to the front line."

"You’re trouble, and we’re troubled too."

His voice brimmed with grievance. He had been captured seven times by now and was so familiar with Sword Saint and his team.

During the battle earlier, he simply threw his gun to the ground, waiting to be captured.

Embarrassment is better than losing a life.

"..."

Sword Saint wanted to say that this way wasn’t feasible, as he didn’t have the time to escort this batch of prisoners back.

Returning wounded soldiers could disrupt the enemy’s logistics, but now the enemy didn’t care about these wounded at all. With fully industrial cyberneticized soldiers, their recovery was too fast.

The easiest method would be to kill them all, but this would result in future battles where the enemy refuses to surrender and chooses to fight to the end.

"Aren’t you afraid we might kill prisoners?"

"Do you think what you’re doing now is any different from killing me directly?"

The soldier glared at Sword Saint, whispering,

"Yesterday, I heard about your actions. Didn’t you also capture the Chaotic Blade Association members in the United States without killing them?

If you were going to kill us, you would’ve done it by now. I’ve been captured and released by you seven times."

More and more people began to search Horizon Corporation’s data, and as a training ground, Dragon Field couldn’t keep many things secret.

Most importantly, in previous battles against other drug lords, after a fight, they would exchange prisoners. It might be rough with some beatings, but at least they could go back alive. These comparisons made the situation here seem similar.

Seeing the veteran’s cheeky expression, Sword Saint felt speechless. For these enemy NPCs without much hostility, even curious players would pause their attacks to see what’s going on.

Sword Saint suddenly had a whimsical idea to let these captives surrender on their own by moving to the rear.

"Wait a moment..."

After contacting the rear command, he looked at the thirty-odd wounded soldiers strangely and said,

"How about this: you throw away your guns, then take them and drive south along the route I give you. Someone will meet you. How about you surrender and revolt?

I will upload a friend-or-foe identification program to you. On the way, if you see a green mark, don’t carry guns, don’t shoot, and don’t interact with them, or they’ll gun you down immediately."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The veteran nodded repeatedly, agreeing to anything said, finding it better to waste time in a POW camp than be killed on the battlefield.

What a situation...

Watching three trucks full of injured soldiers drive south, Sword Saint felt speechless, wondering why these people seemed similarly equipped to Netherworld Dog but with much weaker battle resolve.

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"Sure enough, the European Community aid supplies have reached the front lines."

Wildman took over the AI-gathered war report, speaking in an astonished tone.

"Not only Sword Saint and his team, but other squads also encountered many drones of all kinds, and a lot of electronic equipment is being distributed, but none of it is new. They’re probably using Cuba to clear out old inventory."

"They’re acting faster than we thought. How long has it been since the fighting started and they already disregard any face..."

Family Joy’s voice carried a sense of helplessness. It was three months faster than they anticipated.

They thought one would have to wait until Cuba showed weakness before intervening. The war’s justification and declaration were fully loaded here, yet they hardly cared about public opinion before jumping in.

"Isn’t this normal?"

The Commander-in-Chief said,

"Back in the day, the old Americans could just declare war holding a bottle of laundry detergent. They didn’t need any face, but what about those POWs? What’s your plan for them?"

Throughout his life, he had read many World War records but had never seen anything like prisoners voluntarily running dozens of kilometers to surrender.

"They’re excellent propaganda material, being locals with considerable value for united front work."

Wildman pointed at a place on the map.

"I suggest building a POW camp in the rear to detain them, then selecting some for ideological work and creating a local army."

Compared to the distant Night City, the local area was the best source of soldiers. But the key was doing good political work to facilitate mobilization. At least wait until the first batch of new recruits in three months hits Cuba to have enough strength.

Family Joy waved a hand,

"This can wait, no rush. The immediate task is to deal with the European aid situation." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"How do we deal with it?"

Tactical Pig shook his head thoughtfully,

"Are we supposed to ask Brother Dao to stir up public opinion to stop their aid? As if! The United Nations can’t even sway Israel. How are we going to sway Europe?"

"Wrong. It’s not about stopping their aid but finding a way to increase it, forcing Europeans in Cuba to bleed more."

Family Joy presented their plan.

"Regardless, it’s an inescapable fact that the Havana organizations aren’t formal government bodies. Their armies rely on decades of accumulated prestige and survival costs to bind soldiers into combat, but these soldiers lack the will to fight, unable to handle adverse battles. They’re just holding on by past foundations.

Sword Saint encountering those voluntarily surrendering soldiers is the best proof. Without the government as a historical stamp of approval, they lack legitimacy.

The result of missing legitimacy is that they must rely on interests to bind officers. These officers will then use various means to make money, affecting equipment, logistics, and even soldiers’ pensions. The rank-and-file troops are also just killing time.

Now, the European military aid is a rare opportunity for some of them. We need to get someone to infiltrate, penetrate deep into their rear, find ways to accelerate their corruption pace, making their officers rich, and very rich, enabling them to lead others towards wealth, spreading across the hierarchy."

His idea was simple: to dismantle Cuba’s combat capability and will internally and externally.

By then, no matter how much military aid Europeans send to Cuba, it will ultimately benefit the players.

This intends to lead Cuba down the same path as the Guo Faction and Ukraine.

Of course, this was a side move, even if it failed, there would be no real loss, since players wouldn’t really die. Three days later, they would be back in action.

But who should go?

Family Joy suddenly saw someone sending him a player’s profile along with a forum post suggesting they might receive a hidden mission.

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