Orc Tyrant

The commander of the 53rd Infantry Division, Lincoln, took the remaining half of the regiment to a town two kilometers south of the battlefield.

They are all exhausted and disgraced.

Although after half an hour of fierce fighting broke through the surging enemy group, the position has been lost and the troops have been defeated. The huge casualties are enough to make people cry.

The rumbling of the battlefield made them ring in their ears, and Lincoln knew that he would not be the only one who could not calm down and stop his hands from shaking.

The other two sloppy companies on the 34th Division’s position nearby also withdrew here. There were also twenty or so gunners from the 6th Regiment who were forced to abandon their artillery positions to escape. Lincoln put them under his command. He saw with his own eyes that the position of the 34th Division was engulfed by Ok's turmoil, and he also knew that the newly formed Normal University had probably been removed.

Because of the terrain, they are almost unlikely to retreat.

This war is too desperate. The enemy has used absolute numbers and firepower to crush their defenses.

And because the traffic in the rear was damaged, they didn't have much ammunition to supply, and the soldiers could only go up to fight in the end.

Needless to say...

Lincoln can now only let his officers make sure that the fainted soldiers have weapons, even if it's just a bayonet or a broken rifle.

From his binoculars, Lincoln could see a fan-shaped piece of armor coming across the stream from the west, and their rolling tracks lifted up their respective dirt.

That was the full strength of the Third Armored Division, advancing from the assembly position in the Suen Depression.

He wondered why they seemed to have reservations. Major General Dave was accustomed to piercing fast-armored troops into enemy groups like heavy cavalry, and now they have clearly gathered enough numbers to turn things around.

But they seemed to have been standing still one kilometer west of the enemy.

The reason behind this behavior then appeared.

"Sir! Look!"

Amid the exclamation of the soldiers, Lincoln moved his binoculars and saw a huge dim figure appearing in the yellow sand to the east, slowly rising from the fallen position.

Those bright behemoths are like gods-Ouke's Mao brother has come to the front.

There are three of them.

Although their bodies are huge, the dust whizzing by is so heavy that their distant bodies have disappeared from sight several times.

Lincoln could hear the occasional metal screams of their large and heavy racks. They stepped unstoppably across the front line, looking down at the heavy tanks and self-propelled artillery regiments in the distance, and then in a large number of Ouke infantry and tanks. With cooperation, they marched side by side to the third armored division.

Soon, one of them opened fire.

Huh~! !

Lincoln put down the telescope with a twisted face, and the pulsating light from Ok's giant robotic arm weapon was dazzling, leaving a bright afterimage on his retina.

"Holy Father Bless us..."

Large and radiant energy beams shot out from their muzzle, followed by huge meteor-like light balls, and black heavy artillery shells.

Those machines seemed to be smoking from head to toe, but it was just the dust falling from them-the dense tremor produced by the recoil of the weapon array shook the heavy sand and dust that had previously accumulated on their huge steel-clad bodies. Go down.

Boom~~~!

Lincoln could hear the scream and roar of their energy weapons, and the short thunder of the artillery.

Those sounds rolled out of sync with the flash of explosion.

He had witnessed the Ouke machine participating in the war, and the sight has always made him awed.

He has always been surprised by their amazing shooting speed and the colorful beams that gush out from their arms and shoulders like a torrent.

The ground in front of their slow pace began to waver and twist, giving birth to clumps of forest-like scattered yellow sand, flying dirt and tumbling fireballs.

The tremors and flashes of destruction spread out in front of them like a carpet, sending dark smoke and vaporized sand into the pale clouds that followed the Third Armored Division.

Lincoln could feel the ruthless explosion caused by their strong attack shaking his internal organs.

The earth was trembling too.

The soldiers around him began to cheer and shout, but Lincoln could feel their panic. This kind of scene is not something that anyone can watch without fear.

He wondered how many screaming soldiers disappeared in the first second, second or third second.

He couldn't see clearly even in the telescope.

He could only see the tumbling smoke and dust, the crazy impact without stopping, and the sudden burst of chain fireballs spreading and overlapping everywhere, burning everything.

In an instant, he caught a glimpse of a turret that might be a Shield Guardian heavy tank rising from the flurry of blasting, and then crashing down like a sunken sea ship.

The smell of gunpowder smoke has disappeared, replaced by the pungent smell of ultra-high temperature gas, tank fuel, molten sand and charred flesh.

The Ouke engines continued to advance, stepping across the scorched earth left by their devastating firepower, like a few people walking in a low-hanging mist.

Their bombardment did not stop in the slightest.

Behind them, Oak's armored forces also began to advance, and Lincoln heard the distant roar of the tank's main gun fire.

Soon, the Ouke engine came to the edge of the cloud group raised by the armored division and stepped into the pale cloud.

The mask began to roll and shrink, as if the three huge war machines were a gust of breeze from the desert, slowly blowing away the dirty clouds.

"It's over... everything is over..."

Lincoln hugged his head in pain, he could imagine the terrible destruction of the Third Armored Division.

They are the most elite force in the Republic, but they are still vulnerable. So what else can stop Ouke’s army and their steel behemoths?

Will Guk's claim of annihilating the Republic in a hundred days become a reality?

"Sir! Yes... there is an unencrypted message!"

Suddenly, the communicator ran over, and the radio station he was carrying was ticking.

Lincoln took the receiver and found that it was full of disordered electromagnetic noise-since the start of the war, this situation has become more and more serious, and direct contact between various units often has to rely on soldiers to communicate verbally.

"Soldiers... we... don't stop... give up..."

"Adjust the channel, I need to know who is talking."

The correspondent got to work quickly, but fortunately his technique has always been tough, and he quickly found a suitable channel.

At this time, Lincoln knew who was talking.

"I am Alexei, the drifter's pilot, soldiers! We have come to support! Don't despair! Don't give up! Behind you is your home! Your loved ones! Let's show these green **** a little bit more! Long live humans!!"

This passage was played repeatedly, obviously it was recorded audio, but it also conveyed a signal.

"The drifter...it's a Titan!! The Titan is here!"

As if to confirm Lincoln's words, a loud noise broke out in the clouds and mist, and then in the tumbling mist, a figure that was once dazzling slowly fell, dragging thick black smoke...