Chapter 283

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 283

Chapter Title: Reorganizing the Troops

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From what I heard the commander saying, it seemed like he was suggesting we divide up tasks among everyone to boost the efficiency of our troop operations.

Those with good stamina who could shoot well and fight hard would be used as combat troops,

those skilled at repairing items and such would serve as repair depot staff,

and since it wasn't practical for frontline combat troops to go back and forth for supplies every time, soldiers who weren't quite up to frontline duty would handle logistics.

It looked like he was proposing a systematic division of labor like that, so I told them to handle it themselves.

I guess it was because last time I'd thrown all the adult men and useless women into the meat shield and frontline combat roles.

"So, how exactly are you planning to reorganize the military structure?"

"Out of the 3,000 troops, we'll keep about 1,500 with top physical fitness and combat skills as frontline combat forces. The remaining 1,500 will be split into three support units. Support Unit 1 with around 700 for specialized farming teams, Support Unit 2 with about 100 for specialized repair and maintenance crews, and Support Unit 3 with around 700 for specialized supply teams."

"Hmm, I see."

"We'll also specialize the combat forces by dividing them into finer units. Right now, it's all haphazard—infantry handling mortars after some quick training, doing recon, dealing with flying zombies for air defense, you name it. But now we're specializing."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Recon teams will focus solely on recon, resting up to recover from fatigue for peak performance on the next one. Artillery will stick to their core duties, infantry and anti-air units to theirs, all specialized."

"Right, that all makes sense and sounds solid. Go ahead with it."

"Yes, sir. We'll make it happen, my lord."

I skimmed through the rest of the documents, but most of what I knew I already knew roughly, and the stuff I didn't, I just let slide.

After all, the commander and his staff, who were blindly loyal to me, were already racking their brains to execute operations. No need for a non-expert like me in military matters to meddle.

I'd just mess it up if I stuck my nose in.

I was better suited to jumping into combat myself for some points... or fucking women.

With this briefing, I figured I had a decent grasp of how things were going, so I told the commander why I'd come.

"...Yeah, everyone's doing great. ...But anyway, the reason I came here is something else..."

"Gulp. ...Is, is there a problem with how we're running the military units, my lord?"

"Nah. Why so tense? It's nothing like that. Just like last time, I wanna grab a gun and smash some zombie skulls myself. Sometimes I get the itch to kill zombies hands-on. You get what I mean?"

"...Ah, that's what it was. Whew... I thought you'd spotted some flaw in how I'm running the units..."

"No, you're doing fine. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Relax. ...Anyway, where's a spot packed with zombies right now? I need to head out. Oh, not alone—I'll take a combat unit with me. Figure I'll watch how my men fight up close."

"Yes, sir. Please hold on a moment. I'll check right away."

The commander stepped away from me and barked orders at his staff. Soon enough, a combat unit was assembled for me.

"This is a military op with the lord personally inspecting. Give it everything you've got!"

"""Yes, sir! Understood!"""

About 100 troops, sharp as tacks with discipline, set off with me toward the target zone.

I rode in a Hummer-like vehicle, while the soldiers piled into military trucks they called two-and-a-half-tonners.

After a long drive, we reached the spot. The commander and soldiers started dismounting, and soon he came to report that preparations were complete.

"My lord, the unit is assembled. Please give the order to attack."

"Yeah, good work. Attack. ...By the way, the road was wide open the whole way here. Did our troops clear it?"

"Yes, sir. Some soldiers have experience with heavy machinery, so we assigned them to it and cleared all the roads in this area for traffic."

"Nice. Good job. Roads need to be open for anything to get done."

I got out of the vehicle, stretched, and watched the soldiers prepping to assault the zombies.

'Man, this is kinda boring. Nothing for me to do. Should've brought some pussy sluts along.'

Unfortunately, I hadn't thought that far and came without any women.

The commander and soldiers acted like this was routine—they set up mortars in spots and got to work.

"Where are you setting up mortars like this to hit?"

"...Ah, yes. Drones spotted about 3,000 zombies about 1.5 km ahead, led by what we think is a Zombie Lord. We're targeting that."

"Got it. But we'll just mortar 'em and call it? I came to shoot too."

"No, sir, it's not over. Mortars will take out most, but survivors need infantry cleanup. That's when you'll join the infantry."

"Alright. But when we fire mortars, I'm in on it."

"Pardon? You too, my lord?"

"Yeah. I know how."

Thanks to Weapon Mastery, I did.

I'd gone wild solo in the Tower's third floor, the Absolute Dick World.

- Boom!

- Boom!

- Boom!

Eight 60mm and 81mm mortars roared to life, hurling ferocious shells at the 3,000-strong zombie horde led by the Zombie Lord.

- Kaboom!

- Kaboom!

- Kaboom!

Explosions boomed from about 1.5 km ahead.

I pulled a telescope from my Subspace Storage and watched zombies dropping dead.

Notifications flooded in for zombies I'd killed and those taken out by my subordinates, now flagged as comrades.

Wanting a closer look at the zombies dying, the commander beside me smartly pulled out a tablet PC showing the mortar strike zone.

"This the drone feed?"

"Yes, sir. With the military recon drones you provided, we get real-time feedback for precise strikes."

"Those Zombie Lords... they look dumb like this. Out in the open like that, they're just food for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠us."

"Exactly, my lord. All thanks to you. The drones you gave us have made wiping out zombies way easier."

"Hahaha. Damn right. My doing."

Back when I played Project Zombie World on my computer, it wasn't like this.

A Zombie Lord leading 3,000 zombies was a catastrophe in itself.

Only evasion and running away worked.

'But now I've got an organized army. Complete with military drones and mortar units.'

I grinned ear to ear and kept firing mortars.

The commander monitored via drone, adjusting targets or angles mid-fire, letting us rack up points sweet as honey.

"Great work, my lord. Thanks to you, the zombies are pretty much swept clean."

"Heh heh, this is nothing. Sweet gig."

"Truly impressive, my lord. I had no idea you handled mortars this well. Did you train in the artillery branch?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Just picked it up. Heh heh."