Orc Tyrant

After a wave of indiscriminate bombing, Mangul's regiment attacked the defenders around the northern entrance and exit of the city with a wedge composed of three hundred tanks.

At its tip, the seven war fortresses rushed into the bullet-proof plate like an iron fist made of armor, and rushed into the line that the defenders were still building.

Some defenders tried to resist these super-heavy armors. Their artillery fired at these giant machines, but they had no effect. Those anti-tank guns were tickling the solid front of the war fortress.

Moreover, in pursuit of absolute defense, the design of war fortresses highlights all-round defenses. Even the rear is covered with heavy armor plates, which reduces their mobility, but allows them to avoid major battles in street battles. The threat of some weapons.

In the face of the defenders' counterattack, the giant artillery mounted on the war fortress quickly responded, pushing the artillery shells through the buildings and armor.

Boom~~!

Black smoke clouds bloomed in the air, gradually spreading and splitting, exposing the flames inside.

Smaller vehicles followed closely, killing those half-dead or seriously injured vehicles. Rocket launchers and mortar-carrying vehicles launched dead iron rain to the front of the advancing queue, overlapping explosions like scattered flowers. Bloom.

The line of the defenders began to bend, and the troops still gushing out from the entrance of the Shibei Railway Station intertwined with the troops who had retreated from the main attack of Ouke, forming a chaos within one kilometer of the entrance.

In the southern part of the city, the rover mechs dispatched by the Citizens Temple and the army of the New California Republic stood firm together. Two two-legged machines clad in black iron and burnt marks strode through the previously hidden location, as if in ruins Patrolling monsters in the labyrinth.

The energy shield gleamed under the fire and rain, and after a period of time, the two roaming mechas would stop, and then they would launch a salvo.

White-hot energy beams hit the ground, and continuous shells and rockets fell like raindrops on the edge of a storm cloud.

When the dust from their last salvo fell, the first towering machine rushed out of the front line.

One hundred meters behind it, its companions are following, and its head and weapons swing as the pace accelerates.

They have achieved enough records-hundreds of elite guards, and a tank squad with a dusty shell.

Those are simple prey, not worth mentioning for machines like them.

On the head of the roaming mech, its crew listened to the signal from the city.

Thousands of reinforcements gathered in the city to try to strangle a beast trapped in a rope net.

It doesn't matter, victory is only a matter of time.

Da Da Da~~!

Without warning, an intermittent line of fire rose from the ruins and hit the headed rovers.

The seemingly strong energy shield instantly collapsed, and the exploded projectile hit its head.

The mecha shook its head like a dog driving away a group of bees attached to its fur, while firing back blindly.

Plasma and shells poured out of its weapons, turning the surrounding ruins into dust and hot steam.

Subsequently, the mysterious attacker fired on the roaming mech again, this time with only one shot.

Boom~~~~~~~~~~!

A strong beam of light pierced its head like an ancient knight's helmet accompanied by a scream as the metal evaporated.

Then, the roaming mech fell down with the scream of broken metal and the shedding gear.

The last subpoena from its driver was a warning to his companions.

"Ok carries a powerful energy weapon!"

The signal screamed, but at this time another piece of steel had fallen.

Tank Raman felt his eyelids start to tremble and wanted to close.

Among the small hills of gravel, the paving stones have been crushed and blackened by artillery fire, but relative to the chaos around it, they still appear quite calm.

Here, they are staying in the front line, defending against the enemy's attack, but if there is no noise in the communicator and the flashes of fog that light up in the distance, he might think they are alone here.

Soon after they arrived at their assigned location, the adrenaline faded away, and fatigue returned.

Damn it! I just want to sleep now.

He thought of it this way. As a newly promoted tanker, his actual combat experience was less than 30 hours. It stands to reason that he should first arrive at the frontier of Dunwich with his crew, and then undergo the temper of war there. .

However, halfway, he and his troops were ordered to turn around.

Ouke's continuous armored group crossed the Dunwich front in a weird manner, and fought directly to the rear.

Such an action, if it were placed on a human force, would definitely be suicide.

Staying away from friendly forces, from supplies, and behind enemy lines, any of these is a fatal mistake for a normal army.

But Ouke’s army has absolutely nothing to do with the word ‘normal’.

No one dare to say how serious the consequences of allowing such a force to wreak havoc in the rear. The hinterland of the New California Republic has not experienced war for hundreds of years. Once people find that death has followed, it will inevitably lead to a violent society. turmoil.

This is something that the military leaders and the presidential palace are unwilling to see.

So Oak must stop here and can't go deeper. This task is not easy.

Beside him, the young and even immature main gunner was trying to stretch out on the main gunner's seat he hadn't been familiar with.

A few minutes ago, a mortar shell hit the square. The dull cracking sound really scared them, but nothing followed the shell.

To the north of the city, the Oukes are advancing vigorously, the south seems to be well secured, and the middle seems to be forgotten, at least this is what he can judge from the microphone.

But the war is clearly taking place-the fog is hissing with flashing lights, and trembling furiously, but these are a little far away from here, looking at the calm square, he feels like a piece of glass covered in inverted glass Insects in the cup.

"Is there something?"

The sound of another tank in the squad came from the microphone, and they were all driving the standard Shield Guard 2.

"No."

As he replied, Raman was looking at the square from an observation hole on the top of the turret.

The thermal imager is not turned on, but it doesn't matter, there is nothing to see anyway.

Two tanks are hiding behind the ruins of a building on the west side of the square, only their two vehicles cover the square and guard a half-kilometer distance.

At first there were other tanks here, but they were later unplugged to other locations.

Such ambush tactics seem to be very effective for Oak, after all, they are such reckless creatures.

The worst part, however, was that he was fairly certain that the others in this part of the defense left without order.

They are newcomers who have only recently enlisted in the army. They want to see the real war, get their hands dirty, and get a few more kills.

Raman almost wanted to laugh when he thought of this.

But he has to stay here, now there is only a half-manufactured team, he knows he should be troubled by it, but he finds that he really, really doesn't care.

If it’s been kept quiet here, it’s good--

boom--!

A thing roared across the square, and a wave of air pushed away the fog in front of it. Before it returned to the ruins and disappeared, Raman saw the savage lines and crimson armor.

In the next second, the reverberation when it passed slowly faded.