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At that time, Cao Cao used his reputation to throw another bait in the form of a deal. He offered the US Army the CERBERUS program, which would train soldiers into perfect warriors.

The deal was that the US would open opportunities for their veteran soldiers to volunteer in this program. Those who passed would need to work for Astral PMC for two years before being free to choose to continue or return to the US Army with elevated ranks, along with free cybernetic augmentation and advanced power armor.

This solved Daniel\'s immediate problem, as he didn\'t have a highly elite force that matched this world. All he had were warrior or swordsman cards, or knight cards, which weren\'t great when it came to adapting to modern warfare. Yes, they could be trained to some extent, but their mindsets were still rooted in their era.

For example, a knight had better physical capabilities than a normal human, but his mindset was stuck in the Middle Ages. When he fought, he preferred using a sword, failing to adapt to modern battlefield maneuvering.

Another example is the Spartans; they didn\'t integrate well with non-Spartan warriors. Daniel could train them, but the investment wouldn\'t be worth it.

It\'s important to note that actualizing these people required points, which were crucial for Daniel and his goals. He couldn\'t afford to squander them. That\'s why Cao Cao\'s campaign quickly solved his problem.

While Daniel is reading the report he got another report coming in from the PMC troop that are on sweeping duty. The call entered into the console in his study and Daniel quickly picked it up.

"Yes? Penthy? What did you find?" Daniel asked, recognizing the number as one of his wives\', Penthesilea.

"My Lord, I discovered a large pipe that channels blood to an underground tank through the town\'s secret sewer system. The pathway seems to stretch longer than 20-30 kilometers, but I don\'t know its exact length." Penthesilea reported.

Meanwhile, Penthesilea was with Ragnar underground, investigating traces of magic and deciphering any ritual or magical traps they encountered.

"Do you want me to send more reinforcements?" Daniel inquired.

"No, My lord," Penthesilea declined with a smile. "The secret passage isn\'t that spacious; I\'m concerned that more people would make it harder to retreat if something were to happen down here." She explained her reasoning.

"Alright... Just let me know if you need help, okay? Don\'t keep it to yourself, or I\'ll get upset," Daniel cautioned.

"Yes, My lord. Thank you very much," she replied warmly.

Penthesilea and Ragnar continued their search within the long tunnel, with the Astral PMC troop following closely behind. Their caution was at its maximum, as these tunnels were not registered in the town\'s data. It was clear that this tunnel had been built secretly.

Judging from the materials and techniques used to construct this tunnel, it was safe to say that it was built during the modern era when access to modern tools and machinery was available.

However, the strange mist obscuring their vision ahead indicated that this tunnel might have been built under the orders of a mage or a mage family with influence.

As they walked along the tunnel, Ragnar held several runestones floating on his palm, indicating detections from the surroundings and areas not visible to the naked eye. The runes did their job by dispelling the mist within their range.

"Be cautious! Undead approaching!" Ragnar warned as he and Penthesilea retreated to the back line, while the Astral PMC troop stepped forward, aiming their guns at the mist.

The tunnel echoed with hungry cries and animalistic roars mixed with human voices as a horde of undead surged through the mist towards the firing line set up by the Astral PMC Troop.

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The rapid sound of gunfire and the thundering blasts of large-caliber guns echoed through the ranks of the undead horde. A rain of bullet shells and casings showered toward the ground, with the troop showing no concern for ammunition expenditure, thanks to their reliable support and logistics team ensuring a steady supply.

Bullets mowed down the undead ranks effortlessly, sending various types crashing to the ground, either returning to their lifeless state or, for those with enough vitality, attempting to crawl toward the troopers.

Advancing with heavy flamethrowers, the troopers began incinerating any undead in their path, the holy fire from the flamethrowers cleansing them and reducing them to ash.

The hail of bullets continued for over ten minutes before gradually subsiding, marking the thinning of the undead horde and leaving only a few stragglers, easily dealt with.

Once the gunfire subsided, the soldiers changed their magazines to fresh ones and refueled their heavy flamethrowers, preparing to march forward and investigate what lay at the end of the tunnel.

On Daniel\'s side, he was looking at the screen from the safety of the mobile HQ command room. He sat in a chair, sipping tea, while Pride sat beside him, happily munching on a double cheeseburger and watching the screen showing the feed from the troopers\' helmet cameras like it was a movie.

"Pride…" Daniel called out.

"Hmm?" Pride responded between bites of her cheeseburger.

"Why are you here, exactly? And please, don\'t reply while eating. It\'s rude," Daniel said, his voice flat as if addressing a disobedient child.

Pride gulped down the cheeseburger she had been chewing on and then replied, "Why can\'t I be here?" avoiding the question.