The War (Play to Live: Book #6) Read Online Free PDF

change much, might as well leave it for the future generations. It can easily make an impression. Simply having it in stock might make some hotheaded foes back off.
    I ordered: "Put the 500K GP back in the armory. Switch to droid rapid fire. Move it!"
    The loader ogres pulled the canvas off the pyramid of wooden crates. We had learned our lesson and now packed the robots in containers of medium strength to minimize the chances of droids opening friendly fire in midair.
    The cart wheels creaked nastily. The giant trebuchet jerked as the outrageously heavy crate with the droid was loaded into it. The officers stuck their thin arms into the openings that had been made in the crate on purpose. They inserted power supply units into the tight receptacles on the robots.
    "Ready!" a squeaky voice said.
    "Firecracker 1, fire!"
    The counterweight flew toward the stopper. The goblin quickly pushed the power button on the droid and tried to slide his hand out of the crate.
    Too late…
    Dang! The crate flew into the sky, the stump of the golbin’s wrist dangling from one of its openings.
    Crack! The steel trimming on the crate broke. The crate itself flew into a thousand pieces.
    Having destroyed its packing in flight, the droid stuck out its sensors in all directions, scanning its surroundings and classifying tens of thousands of targets.
    Its parachute flew open, and the droid landed softly amidst the enemy hordes. The enemies saw the scarlet marker on their maps. Without taking much time to think, the droid instantly initiated its primary self-protection program.
    Zoom! The robot fired overheated plasma into the tight enemy ranks.
    Bang! Bang! Bang! The heavy railgun released a whole series of tungsten shells which flew at the speed of no less than 15 Mach. The hard alloy slugs knew no barriers. They pierced dozens of bodies before finally sinking into the dunes.
    Slap! Slap! Slap! More mithril robots fell from the sky. Let the fun begin!
    The droids dealt a lot of damage. Their shots often got misclassified by the game environment which couldn’t resist foreign elements. How would a medieval world classify a lazer beam, an electrical discharge or a beam of severe radiation? However, every droid’s HP count was quite mediocre, just like one might expect from a level 300+ monster.
    Having recovered from the initial shock, the crowd covered my robots with a dense cloud of destructive magic.
    Our droid attack instantly turned into a game only millionaires could afford. True, every droid managed to kill a few dozen Lightsters and win us about thirty extra seconds. But that hardly changed anything; we’d live as long as we paid for it.
    Things finally took a turn when the lieutenant droid rose into the air. Wrapping itself up in protective shields, it instantly came up with a tactical plan for the battlefield and took command of the other robots.
    The assailant droids began a more organized attack. They covered each other when necessary, fired denser rounds into the more dangerous enemy zones, and asked for help when in trouble.
    The two dozens of repairmen droids we launched last turned out to be the icing on the cake and gave our diversion its final polish. At that point, we were all out of somewhat aggressive robots. Sending the fragile navigator droids or the armorless super-cargo ones along with the helpless workers was dumb.
    During the next half hour, the Lightsters fought desperately against the platoon of droids that buried themselves into the ground. The robots had nowhere to retreat. They defended their ground like the people’s volunteer corps might defend a hospital whose patients hadn’t had time to evacuate.
    The plasma illumination made us think that our droids would last long enough to give us a decent break. But soon, the fire began to die down. Finally, all the droids engaged in their final hand-to-hand combat. There weren’t many of them left by that time. Clearly they had run out of ammunition.
    The robots