Chapter 50: Kill Box

It has been a very annoying few hours.

I came back to Orario, which meant Cipher couldn't play. So he's being a brat.

When I came back to Orario, the council, asked why I was back, I told them I'm setting up my kill box.

They didn't know what that was, so I told them, and then told them to fuck off.

The gods got touchy being talked to like that, so I killed some of their captains. Which in hindsight was not a brilliant idea, less meat shields.

Which leads us to now, Cipher is gnawing on some poor bastards' leg, while the rest of the cunts in the room are looking to Ouranos to impart justice.

I know he'll choose my side, he has to, I hold more technological advancement in my dumb Marine brain then all of them combined. And that's without a Chat Group to ask for help.

I really don't care so, "I'm leaving to setup my kill box. Keep your distance from the Northwestern fields. The Rakians are going around the Beol Mountains. Which gives us another few days. Use that to prepare."

"How dare you! After you killed my captain?" Some random bitch yelled out.

"I neither have the times or crayons to explain this to you." I responded. "Lord Ouranos, I will be taking my leave."

"Let's go boy."

With that Cipher bounded after me, holding a new corpse in his mouth.

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Setting up a kill box is both simple and hard.

The easy part, mark out an area on a map and draw where everything should go. The hard part is actually getting things set up so the entire area is under your control.

This is mostly a medieval clusterfuck, so it's back to the basics. Digging many ditches, making cheval de frise, pit traps, and overlapping arcs of fire.

I finally have a chance to use all the kit I tactically acquired in the zombie world, obviously I'm going to use it.

I'm thinking a column of Leopard 2A7+ on each side to box the enemies in. Some 88mm anti-tank guns, firing flak into the rear of the enemy formation. Ditches to the front, behind which will be my drones, in well fortified positions.

Finally comes the wing of helicopters. 60 UH-1Y gunships will be circling the entire force and firing indiscriminately at anything that moves.

I will obviously be gunning for Ares.

I will need to reveal that I am the one killing the gods eventually, why not sooner?

Also sends a message, that the smart ones will immediately understand, and keep away. The dumb ones will get a Darwin Award.

Note: Long term plan. A war in heaven.

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For those fortunate enough to not experience the fuckery that is soldiering. Let me, in simple terms, explain how a kill box is set up.

For starters, the term is pretty self explanatory. A kill box is and area of the battlefield, that is under your control and observation. It allows you to discriminate friendlies and hostiles and engage as you see fit.

Since I am working with drones/golems/robots controlled by a supercomputer I don't have to worry about the next part, but it is standard practice to setup a range card. It tells the people with the tanks and artillery where they can and cannot shoot. Usually given by the infantrymen, to said big swinging dicks.

My setup is a bit simpler. I am taking the fields outside as mine until the invaders are defeated. I say fields, but there are gently rolling hills to the West. The mere indication of the Beol Mountains. and to the East open plains.

The Rakians have had to cross the rivers and streams on the other side of the Beol Mountains. Which means their resources are going to be pretty fucking low when they get here.

To the average person, crossing a stream or river seems like an easy enough prospect. Now try doing that with an army.

Knock two percent (2%) off the fighting force due to drowning, sickness, injury.

So I have set up a grid. Facing the Rakian approach.

Simple chess board, [A-H, 1-8] layout. Helps targeting. It really is no pressure when you can just unleash 25 B-52s and rearrange the geography of wherever you damn well please.

I will carpet bomb the ever loving shit out of Rakia. These morons have given me a testing range, be a waste not to use it.

Now I just have to dig many ditches and place my units.

This feels like cheating. Like paying chess with 15 queens. But this is war. If you want to live, you fight dirty.

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??? POV

I have been observing the adventurer known as Cassius for the last few days. The man has done more in a week by himself then all of the Ganesha familia put together.

I hear he's already killed a few familia captains for being "dumb cunts."

When the fighting breaks out, I will have to make sure to avoid the area he's prepared. Only he knows to layout of the traps and pits he's been digging. Not to mention the strange golems he's placed at various places all around fields, hedges and hills around Orario.

*Helicopter noise*

*Helicopters fly past, practicing maneuvers*

What the fuck is that?!