Orc Tyrant

"what!"

Mountbatten woke up suddenly. He was soaked in night sweat and had a splitting headache.

Four days have passed since he encountered that dream in his military camp.

The chief occultist of the Citizen Temple described a terrible future for him, a future in which Ouke is raging and demons run rampant, and more importantly, the other party has bluntly explained that the blood worship cult has penetrated into the top of the Republic.

They are the leaders of this war, and they are brewing a huge conspiracy.

Mountbatten never thought of himself as a savior. When he was in Kwai Yuanling, he did so for a short while and regarded himself as a savior.

But reality told him ruthlessly that he didn't save anything.

He couldn't wave that scene from his head.

The Citizen Temple seeks to cooperate with him, but for an active soldier, cooperation with foreign forces is, in other words, "treason".

The other party claimed that this was to save his motherland, but he was not sure. It was difficult for him to fully trust the other party, even if they had the court as a guarantee.

Until they said he was taken to a destroyed altar, where the judges were dealing with a "thing".

It used to be a human being, and perhaps a soldier, but there is no doubt that some kind of force turned it into another existence.

At that time, Mountbatten was shocked and shocked.

He had been frightened in battle before, but the sheer horror and smell, that feeling brought by the monster he saw...has been lingering in his mind, no matter when he was asleep or awake.

demon--

"Well……"

Mountbatten staggered up from his camp bed and put on a brand new uniform.

The sun was shining outside, and he could hear a lot of people and vehicles coming and going.

He has a lot to do, and if he wants to remain vigilant at all times, then he can't let his mind and body idle.

Oak has captured the Twin Passes, and the troops besieged in the Haydes Forest have also been wiped out.

So far, official statistics show that more than 450,000 troops have been lost, accounting for more than half of the frontline troops. The entire theater of operations is already in turmoil.

To make matters worse, due to Oak’s full-line offensive approach, many troops were chained to the front line. The number of troops who really withdrew to the front line of Dunwich was less than 200,000. Together with the original troops, it was only 300,000. At least nearly one hundred thousand troops were trapped in the siege of Ouke.

And those people can hardly be saved.

Compared with the loss of personnel, the loss of equipment is more serious. In order to cover the retreat of front-line troops, the front-line air force, which has already suffered huge losses, has to take off frequently to counter the Okeuk air force with a disadvantaged number.

After several days of air combat, almost all the airfields in the rear were emptied. The original twelve aviation wings could only be reduced to five. The experienced pilots were almost killed, and only the recruits and instructors who were still training in the rear could be eliminated. Urgently transferred to the front line to fight.

In order to be able to evacuate quickly, many troops abandoned heavy equipment, and tanks became a burden. They had to be blown up or abandoned. The same was true for cars after running out of fuel, and artillery was abandoned from the beginning.

Most of the equipment stored in the secret bunker did not have time to use.

Half an hour after the battle began, a large number of giant rockets flew from the direction of the coast, destroying most of the bunkers with terrifying precision. The few bunkers that survived were also found by the Oukes one by one in the subsequent battle.

Only a few of the most elite armored divisions have preserved their armor strength under the order of priority evacuation.

Mountbatten's troops, because of the advance warning and response from the Citizens Temple, were able to move from a safe position.

He was also angry at that time. Why didn't such information directly inform the Dunwich command post? Why not tell the presidential palace?

But the chief esotericist told him straightforwardly.

"Any warning is meaningless, and this war is bound to break out."

Mountbatten did not inquire about the result, but he noticed something else from the twinkling eyes of his friends around him.

They obviously didn't fully tell themselves the truth.

But it was not important, because he knew that even with intelligence, the situation would not change much.

They all underestimated the strength of Ouke. Although they had a certain understanding of the growth of Ouke’s military power, they still did not really understand what “beyond common sense” means.

They can use wrenches and hammers to forcibly knock out a highly mechanized force.

Mountbatten told him in the first class at the military academy that in contemporary warfare, it is no longer wisdom and strategy, but real power.

It is technology, industry, and population.

These three things have always been the capital of the New California Republic, which has despised the nations of mankind.

Now, although reluctantly, Mountbatten must admit that all three of them have been surpassed by Oak. What's more frightening is that everyone, including him, doesn't think so...

With technology, productivity, and population lagging behind, he doesn't know how to win this war.

Perhaps with luck, they can win the next or two battles, but the overall situation cannot be reversed. This is what makes him most anxious.

He walked out and stood in pure sunlight, watching the troop trucks and delivery trucks rolling around in the mud.

Isn't the warm rain poured on the street at the right time? The nearby roofs and towers are shining, and sewage is flowing in the drain.

The troops have been prepared and are about to move to the front line.

As he walked between the roaring heavy transport vehicles, he kept calming himself, trying to calm down.

Mountbatten saw the group leader, Colonel Gross.

He was standing on a protruding hard soil slab behind the barn, supervising the loading of cargo on the transport plane.

The colonel seemed impatient and nervous.

Residents flocked around him, begging to take away more of their precious property, but this place will soon become a battlefield, leaving them only two hours.

Grouse noticed Mountbatten's arrival and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Sir, you can count it."

He murmured, then said to Mountbatten:

"These people are really annoying me. I just want to take them and their families and their basic assets out of here, but they are all too worried about their **** tillers and harvesters. I really want to Let you tell them how many Oaks are about to come here to eat up their whole family 30 kilometers away."

"Then it caused a massive panic?"

Mountbatten smiled bitterly.

"We haven't seen enough these days, all kinds of panic, it will not do any good except to create more chaos.