Orc Tyrant

Noisy~!

A scream of energy and pressure suddenly sounded, and subtle electromagnetic oscillations came at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, a heavy beam of scorching energy cut through the dense fog and hit the dirty car tank.

The impact shook the armor weighing more than a hundred tons, like shaking a tin toy.

It bounced from the ground in an instant and slid to the side. A dozen or so Jiaya La died under the huge body that suddenly shifted.

That beam of energy made a loud noise when it hit the tank, and the large armor plate flew horizontally and ejected into the air.

The damage was so terrible, half of the turret was annihilated, black smoke gushed out, and then slowly flowed outward from the damaged location.

The tank trembled, and Ruben could hear it trying to restart the main engine that had been shut down due to the damage to the car's body. He could hear the roar of the multi-fuel engine.

Boom~!

The second beam of equally bright energy penetrated the dense fog and hit a few meters away from the tank.

It hit the ground, instantly dug a hot molten ditch, and burned more than 20 green skins.

Unfortunately, the farts who were near the target area screamed, and the ammunition they were carrying was ignited by the second burn.

The following third beam of energy completely killed the tank.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

It hit the center of the car body and hit the bottom of the turret, and the tank suddenly exploded.

Within a millisecond, it is like a firecracker or a firework.

The internal explosion ensued, swift and bright, hot and violent, and the distorted tank silhouette suddenly disappeared.

"this is……"

Two rover mechas rushed out of the thick fog, and the mist circulated on their cobalt blue armor.

The emblem of the Citizen Temple draped in platinum and gold gleamed in the smoke of gunpowder.

The heavy shield defender Tan Kronlong appeared humbly, three tank destroyers, and then a whole company of soldiers.

As they opened fire, they marched from the north toward Okker's offensive forces. They passed by the dark pit grave where the tank was smoking. Two or three armored vehicles whizzed from behind the tanks, raising a ravaged piece of mud.

The Ouke's troops in the foothills were attacked on both sides, immediately at a loss.

Some of them jumped into the trenches filled with corpses to avoid the fierce fire, and the rover mecha continued to fire into the dense fog, targeting those high-value units-such as rocket launchers.

The main weapons of their arms neighed and fired energy beams, penetrating the thick mist.

Objects in the dense fog exploded, and flames rose into the sky.

The smell in the air has changed, like midsummer and autumn.

Since launching the offensive, Oak was forced to adopt a defensive stance for the first time, and the sudden appearance of the mobile force caused them to suffer heavy casualties.

The morale of the boys at the front was ruined, they stopped yelling and began to flee.

They ran to the south along the trench, or got into the thick fog, and the guys who staggered and fled along the trench attracted fire from the top of the mountain.

The heavy machine guns of the defenders took the opportunity to open fire and put them down like wooden sticks.

Some of them fled back and forth, were suppressed by fire, and eventually died, with their bodies slid into the trenches.

Ruben sent a signal to Janovich to stop the shelling, and he hoped that the counterattack could penetrate the enemy's position without hindrance.

"It's Captain Seth."

The adjutant of Yanochwiss pointed to a battle flag and said.

"Four regiments."

Jano Chives nodded, the emotion that surged in his heart surprised him.

That is not only the relief of the rest of the life, but also the strong pride that aroused by the sense of belonging. This is their comrade-in-arms, their troops.

The defenders watched the battle with limited vision.

Most of the battle has returned to the dense fog, and long-distance battles of armored vehicles continue to tear the fog.

In the close vicinity, the reinforcements finally got into the distance with the Okla, and launched a brutal close combat with the elite soldiers of the Bloodfang Legion.

Jia Yala did not have the morale collapsed like the other classmates, they still had a considerable number, and even if they were suddenly flanked, they still held their ground.

Judging from the fierce offensive launched by the supporting forces, the battle situation has probably entered the most fierce battle-and this is less than three hours from the start of the war.

The head of the regiment wondered, and was also afraid, whether the defenders in other directions were as tough and tenacious as himself, after all, this place was not the main stage of the war.

According to the information he knows, Ok's main attack direction should be the positions on both sides of the Po River, and their area is more of a cover for the flanks.

If everyone can fulfill their duties, there is hope for this war.

He believes that this is indeed the case.

He believed that Oak couldn't simply kill this great country.

These savage creatures did not dare to openly fight, they seized all the advantages that surprises, tricks and traps could bring.

They intend to kill the enemy with one blow before they realize the hostility.

But this did not work.

The Republic is wounded. In the past three days, the heavy troops on the Skassen line have suffered so much that it may never be able to recover and will always become a relatively weak combat force.

But Guk failed to complete the kill as expected.

They messed up or underestimated the power required to do so.

They left a mess, but there was still a wounded opponent who was good enough to fight—a badly wounded opponent who was pushed by pain, hatred, revenge, and fierce rage.

Make sure that your enemy is dead.

This was the first course that Janochwes took when he was in the military school.

If you must start a war, you must kill all resisters.

If they are still alive, then you are in big trouble.

"Did you say something?"

The adjutant suddenly looked at Jano Chives.

But he was not sure about it himself.

"No."

He replied, put down the circle table and wiped a stain from the damaged goggles.

"I am back."

Ruben walked into the command bunker, most of his uniform had been worn out.

Similarly, the wolverine wizard Aksese also walked in with the help of Ruben, his whole body was full of scratches and pits, and his gorgeous armor was covered in blood and mud.

Around, all scarred, exhausted, and dirty soldiers gathered around and watched the brutal fighting on the opposite side of the trench.

They stood side by side, their arms hanging down beside them.

The remaining black smoke lingered from the position, and the assault of the armored vehicles shook the ground and shook the rubble from the shelter.

A handful of medical personnel seized this precious ceasefire time to take care of the wounded. Almost every defender was injured, and there were not enough bandages and medicines to distribute to everyone.

"Is this a win?"

Reuben stared into the distance blankly, whispering softly, as if talking to himself instead of Yano Chives next to him.

"not at all."

The impact caused by the armored vehicle in the battle was so strong that the thick smoke to the west rolled like a rough sea.

A blazing light beam suddenly flashed in the dim environment, and an Oak personnel carrier was lifted by a rather violent explosion, emerging from the fog like a whale leaping over the sea.

Then it turned and fell back into the misty ocean, and fragments were scattered from the burning wreckage.

Near the edge of the dense smoke, the hunting squad fought hand-to-hand with the soldiers and Ouke—both sides had no mercy.

Reuben replaced the pistol with bullets and checked the sword.

"I want to join the war again."

He told Jano Chives.

"Good defense here."

Jano Chivis just wanted to speak, suddenly heard a buzzing in his left ear, and responded instinctively before he understood it.

"Sir? This is Little Dome Mountain."

"Janovich?"

"Yes."

"I am Mountbatten, and your mission has been completed very well. Now... Lead your soldiers to retreat. I have sent reinforcements to meet you. They should have arrived."

"Reinforcement—yes."

Jano Chivis was stunned for a few seconds.

"But retreat..."

"Retreat and gather at the assembly point within ten minutes."

"Sir, we are ordered to guard..."

Jano Chivis's heart suddenly chilled, he had guessed it, but he couldn't face it.

On the other end of the communicator, Mountbatten's voice was very low.

"Barstow and Orff are over, defending here is meaningless, we need to save our strength to do real meaningful things."

"understand."

Jano Chivis signaled that he received it. Instead of asking Mountbatten what a "significant thing" was, he turned to face Ruben and the other officers.

"change plan."

He said, his face was as calm as water.

"The division ordered to abandon the position and retreat."

"what!"

Reuben almost didn't jump up, but Jano Chives didn't care about him, turned and strode away, walked through the gate, and stepped through the traffic trenches filled with bomb craters.

Gun smoke swirled in the air, and a pungent fuel smell came from the artillery positions.

He once had hope.

But for the first time today, deep despair arose in Jano Chivis's heart.