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Chapter 86
When calculating how many ambush forces should be deployed on Drovin 3 and 4, the conclusion given by the great sage Coster is:
Only 2 Cyberlux battle bodies, a small number of steel wandering soul fighters, and two cathar brigades led by technical priests and equivalent imperial guards are enough to deal with most of the harsh war situations.

The number of the advance reconnaissance troops of the Eldar clan will not be too many, and this level of strength is actually quite redundant, not to mention that the firepower output of the Cyberlux combat body is actually higher than that of a warrior-level Titan of the same specification.

But Russell still insisted on smashing a giant army of 90 Cyberlux combat bodies on each of the two planets. The reason was that the mobility of the Eldar troops was much higher than that of humans. If there is no absolute firepower advantage, even if we can win, we will pay heavy casualties.

For star bombers, try not to kill people if they can be solved with firepower coverage.

The great sage couldn't understand what he was talking about at all. How could anyone in the world think that human life is more precious than high-tech weapons? It's simply unreasonable.

And on the surface of the planet at this moment, the cyberlux combat bodies controlled by Musbell's technical priests and pilots are bombarding the surroundings indiscriminately.

There is no need to care about the treacherous figure of the Eldar rangers, and there is no need to waste time and effort to capture enemy targets with high mobility; what they are doing is just adjusting the trajectory in time to avoid accidentally injuring friendly troops, and everything else can be safely handed over to the overwhelming firepower of the Cyberlux battle body. The main thing is to hold down and fire without letting go.

In the face of the absolute killing range, all positioning is futile.

The dense virgin forest was destroyed by the destruction of the giant machine corps. The shocking continuous explosions threw the ancient trees up to [-] meters high into the sky together with the sediment underneath. Large areas of land were scorched and carbonized.

There were also a few rangers who wanted to escape to the foot of the Cyberlux battle body, and use this blind spot to avoid the frenzied bombing of the human empire. This is one of the few ways for guerrilla units to survive when they face Titan units, but in the end they were wrong.

Because of the cyberlux combat body's attack range, there is no dead angle.It even has multiple laser emitters on its toes.

The spirit army that undertakes reconnaissance and investigation missions is not equipped with many heavy vehicles. Before the second wave of attack by the giant machinery corps is over, more than half of the Fordola spirit ranger brigade has been killed or injured.

Only a few of the most elite fighters can rely on the excellent mobility of the Raptor motorcycle and the one-man jet motorcycle to continuously find the fleeting tiny cracks in the tireless and ferocious firepower of the Giant Machinery Corps.

This was completely one-sided crushing. The Fordola Rangers, who were on the edge of life and death all the time, were even unable to make any counterattacks against the Giant Machinery Corps. They didn't dare to devote even the slightest amount of energy, because if there was any slack, they would be overwhelmed by the brutal energy torrent together with their vehicles.

The tech-priest driving the Cyberlux battle body expressed emotional stability.

Although these Titan models provided by the star bomber are very different from the regular Imperial Titans in all aspects, and because there is no machine soul, the operation does not have the feeling of the integration of man and machine like other Titan captains. Actions and firing are a bit clumsy, but it doesn't matter.

His Plasma Destroyer could miss ten thousand hits, but one hit to these filthy Eldar would kill them.

There is no green on the fragmented battlefield, and the remnants of the Rangers, whose command system has been completely broken down, are losing staff every moment.

At the risk of being destroyed, they constantly sent messages for help to the star sail frigate hovering in orbit, hoping that the people staying in the ship could use naval guns to provide them with support.

Titans are the most powerful ground power, but only ground power.

After the painful loss, the Fordola rangers have already discovered that although the giant weapon corps ambushing here is huge in size and has terrifying firepower, they are not equipped with any air defense means.

Orbital bombardment and lance kills from spaceships are absolutely devastating to unsuspecting ground Titan units.

But the premise is that they have space battleships.

The indiscriminate bombardment of the giant mechanical corps is still going on, and their firepower is aimlessly splashing around. This tropical rainforest with lush water and grass has completely turned into scorched earth. There is no greenery in sight, and there is only a dark breath of death.

Until the 106-man Fordola Ranger Brigade was downsized to the last few, the support they called for did not appear.

The starsail frigates hovering in the orbit of this forest world have not responded to their distress signals for a long time, making the ranger squad leader wonder if he is asking for help from a fantasy starship.

In just this moment of trance, the body of the ranger squad leader was engulfed by the melta bomb together with the jet motorcycle he was riding.

"Report battlefield scan results: no additional life response."

"The battle is complete. Of the 106 members of the Fordola Ranger Brigade, 90 were annihilated and 16 were captured."

"The first task has been completed, and the reinforcement ship of the star bomber will arrive in Derovan one day later. I request that the ethnic cleansing of the planet Derovin 3 be carried out in advance."

"Accept the request."

After the order was issued to all combat units, each Cyberlux battle body shut down the already overheated weapon system.

The loud bangs that deafened the Eldar and the devastating cannon fire on the battlefield before seemed to be just an illusion. The Giant Mechanic Corps lined up in a neat formation, stepping on the pitch-black or fiery scorched earth, and began to march towards the indigenous tribe on the shore of a lake beyond the forest.

The battle on Derovin 4 ended later than on Planet 3. The vast plains of this planet provided enough maneuvering space for the Fordora rangers, and even a few rangers with a broken will abandoned their clansmen, fled the battlefield on jet motorcycles and hid in the mountains.

For such cowardly people, the choice made by the steel wandering warriors driving giant weapons is to blow up the mountain.

Under the crushing advantage, the ground war on the two planets ended without any suspense.

Neither the tech priests nor the steel spirits were worried about the orbital bombardment of the Eldar warships, because they knew that such things did not exist.

As early as the Eldar rangers had just landed on the surface of the planet, thinking they were condescending to lurk in the indigenous tribes to observe these lowly creatures, the Starsail II and III frigates staying in orbit received an urgent signal.

One, a distress signal from Star Sail [-].

(End of this chapter)