Chapter 51: Tell Those Cavalrymen—the Times Have Changed!

"Cavalry company, charge!!!"

"Hahaha, I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"

"Forget about Zhao Zilong, your grandma is calling you home for dinner!"

A bunch of cavalry players dashed out like unleashed hounds, riding their warhorses at a gallop. Mixed among them were motorcyclists driving erratically, practically flying across the ground.

Although Andrei did not run to the front lines to take risks with them, looking through his binoculars, he watched these wild fellows' reckless antics, feeling as though the apes on both banks could not stop crying.

"Captain Vorontsov, your men certainly have a lot of vitality!"

Before he knew it, Lieutenant Unere had walked up to Andrei's side.

Glancing at Andrei's soldiers—who looked like wild horses broken free from their reins—and then back at his own troops, who were prepared to die heroically yet wore grim expressions, he couldn't help but feel the stark contrast in their mental states.

However, he was curious: where on earth had Andrei gotten these horses and motorcycles?

Why hadn't he noticed them before?

When he posed this question to Andrei, the latter frowned slightly, but merely waved vaguely toward the back of the town and said,

"Reporting sir, I have no idea either. My men found a stable at the back, with a batch of motorcycles parked right next to it!"

"We are at war after all, and I didn't see anyone around, so I took the liberty of requisitioning these supplies!"

Just as Andrei's summoning of players drew no particular attention, these extra vehicles similarly seemed to go unnoticed by anyone else, as if due to some sort of world-line correction.

Hearing Andrei's explanation, Lieutenant Unere didn't find anything amiss, merely assuming he had been careless earlier and failed to notice such a place at the rear of the town.

"No matter, Captain, you requisitioned them well!"

"I suppose this batch of contraptions were probably toys belonging to the local lord. Some idle nobles just love riding horses and racing motorcycles!"

Having said this, Lieutenant Unere seemed to recall something. He glanced at Andrei and quickly added,

"Er, Captain Vorontsov, I only meant certain noble lords, not you!"

Andrei blinked. He still hadn't quite adapted to his suspected identity as a noble lord, but he simply gave a carefree wave and smiled.

"It's fine. I must admit, some noble lords are indeed very boring, and I happen to dislike riding horses or racing motorcycles!"

At least he didn't like it right now! How dangerous were those things anyway?

After a brief exchange, Andrei quickly checked an item within his system, a faint glimmer of eager anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He reviewed his redemption list. Most of the other items weren't particularly useful and wouldn't yield major results in the short term, but he had his eye on something exceptionally helpful: Semi-Player Body Modification!

After redeeming this item, although Andrei's physical sensations would remain entirely normal like any other human, upon suffering trauma, he would manifest player characteristics, with damage calculated according to a health bar.

This meant that with this trait, his vitality would be vastly enhanced. He wouldn't die instantly from a single gunshot; after taking damage, he could simply use a medical pack and immediately bounce back to full vigor.

Beyond that, with this trait, a medic's syringe could also be used on him, directly granting him an on-the-spot resurrection.

Even more importantly, just think about the carrying capacity of soldiers in Battlefield, along with the ability to switch to elite soldier loadouts—all of which made Andrei green with envy.

Unfortunately, the Influence Points required to redeem the Semi-Player Body Modification project amounted to a full 100,000 points!

Counting all his previous kills combined, plus the Influence Points brought by various events, he still couldn't scrape together 100,000 points right now. He would need to fight through at least one more wave to gather enough.

With this thought, Andrei couldn't help but look forward to the battle at the front lines, hoping the players would wipe out more enemies for him swiftly so he could accumulate more Influence Points.

Meanwhile, at the front, the players charging forward like wild boars had reached a distance of five kilometers away in the blink of an eye, leaving their comrades far behind in the dust.

There was no help for it. Setting aside how fast the players could push their motorcycles, the perpetual-motion warhorses alone were equivalent to normal, premium-quality steeds capable of maintaining an endless, uninterrupted charge.

Driven by such ferocious sprinting speed, the group of players flew low across the ground, naturally moving with extreme swiftness.

The infantry unit, left far behind by the players, was only just beginning its march. Looking at these "flying" men, they didn't know what to say for a moment.

They were all soldiers of the Cambrian Empire, yet they couldn't help feeling they had brought shame to the Imperial army.

Could it be that troops returning from the front lines were always this ferocious? Were these the legendary veteran soldiers?

At the bridgehead freshly erected by the bridge-laying mech, a troop was breaking through from the opposite bank at breakneck speed, rapidly establishing defensive positions on the other side.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Move those machine guns up!"

"Those in the rear, set up the artillery! Let the armored units through first, the enemy is about to arrive!"

Across the river, an infantry officer was anxiously urging his soldiers to build up the defensive line.

He wasn't entirely certain how long it would take for the enemy to reach this location, but when they had fought here previously, they happened to run into an enemy reconnaissance detachment that had somehow wandered over.

Although they had eliminated the detachment with maximum speed, the radio transmission had ultimately exposed their position.

Fortunately, their first batch of armored vehicles and infantry had already crossed and were quickly forming defensive positions backed by the armor.

Judging by this trend, unless they happened to stumble upon a Cambrian Imperial army equipped with heavy artillery, wresting this bridgehead away from them would be nearly impossible!

Just then, however, the officer who had been busy directing the deployment of the defensive line suddenly raised his head to gaze into the distance.

"Company Commander, it looks like enemy cavalry! I can hear some of them shouting!"

An infantryman looked nervously into the distance, while the nearby company commander put away his binoculars, nodded, and said,

"No need to worry, gentlemen. It's just an enemy vanguard cavalry unit. There are only twenty or thirty riders in total, completely insignificant!"

"Never mind the captured armored vehicles; those two tin cans will be dealt with by our own armor!"

"Set up our heavy machine guns well and let them taste the power of our armored units. It's time to tell these barbarians that times have changed! The era of knight lords has been thoroughly swept into the dustbin of history!"