Orc Tyrant

John de Witt witnessed the defeat of his soldiers. Their offensive was like a wave crashing on the reef, smashing to pieces.

Oak’s counterattack was much more fierce than expected, but it was not the most critical one. What’s more deadly was that a large number of harpies appeared above the wave of charging people. There were tens of thousands of them, covering the sky and the sun. Sweeping across the sky, while dropping dangerous explosives.

The soldiers had nothing to do with the threat from the sky. Although their shots could also shoot down some big birds, it was still a drop in the bucket. The entire assault step had been disrupted. The front and back troops collided with each other, and the scene grew more and more. The more chaotic.

Seeing that the offensive was ineffective, Wade could only order the withdrawal of all offensive troops, but this caused another disaster.

In the end, after thousands of corpses were left, the offensive troops broke away from contact with Ouke, but the morale of the entire troop has been severely hit.

The night is approaching, and the lessons learned before. Wittur pays special attention to the security of the camp. There are hundreds of secret and bright outposts. At the same time, each machine gun position must be shifted throughout the night. When it is busy until the middle of the night, most of the soldiers To be able to rest.

But Wade couldn't sleep, he had been waiting for someone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there is a problem with the logistics transfer, it's delayed, it's delayed."

The temporary command post where candles and red wine had been set up, the apologetic Major General Jacopo Devers walked in. Weed, who had been waiting for him for two hours, did not speak, but only helped him fill the glass.

"Logistics matters, leave it to the chief of logistics staff to do. I want you as a military commander to worry about it."

"Be safe, be safe."

The two casually touched the edges of the glasses, and then sat back on the chairs.

"I heard that General Wade launched an offensive today during the day?"

"Ok."

He just responded vaguely, and then filled his glass again.

"Oh, so is Ben Lier. If the mess we made is not cleaned up, let's wipe his ass."

"Don't talk about these useless words. Tomorrow our two armies will jointly launch an offensive. We must take down the Grey Mountain. Walter seems to be unable to hold it."

"It's not so fast, right? A military, it's only a few days, I think he is a little exaggerated, at least sticking to it for seven or eight days is no problem."

After speaking, Major General Devers poured himself a glass of wine.

"A hasty attack will only cause the soldiers to bleed in vain. We need more careful planning, such as those harpies, we have to find a way."

"Don't think about it, the headquarters will send out support tomorrow."

"This is best, but..."

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Weed stood up anxiously, walked to the map, and stared at the situation of foe and foe marked by the red and blue lines.

Suddenly, an idea came out.

He turned around, came to Devers, put down the cup, and said:

"In this way, our army will contain Ouke here, and you will take your troops around from the west, bypassing Ash Mountain, and go directly to Vader to support the Second Army."

Weide’s idea is very simple. Since we want to avoid big losses, then this plan is the best choice. It just happens that the Third Army has not suffered any losses so far. The soldiers are on the strong front, and there is a chance to rescue the Sixth Army. When the time comes, the north and south will attack, and it will be useless for the defenders of Grey Mountain to fight.

Major General Devers frowned and remained silent for a long time, then shook his head.

"Is this... Isn't it the enemy? It's too radical."

"I'm here to help you squeeze the green skin of Grey Mountain to death. Why are you afraid of being attacked?"

But Major General Devers still rejected this plan, and Wade, who could not help it, could only change his mind.

"Okay, then you are here to hold Ok at me, and I will lead the troops to roundabout support. Is it okay?"

But to his madness, Devers was still shaking his head.

"The headquarters ordered our two armies to support the Second Army together. If we separate, in case... it's too risky, too risky, it's better to be safe, take the Grey Mountain down, and then advance step by step."

Finally, the unbearable Weed flicked the cup to the ground and left the command post with bloodshot eyes. He only left such a sentence before leaving.

"I'm afraid, so I'm afraid! Okay, whatever you want, when Oak cleans up Walter's bones, I see how you explain to the headquarters!"

The meeting of the top officials of the two legions ended in unhappy.

By the next day, the two armies once again put on an offensive posture, ready to take down Ash Mountain in one go.

Wade and Jacopo simply divided the scope of the offensive. The Fifth Army was responsible for the east side, and the Third Army was responsible for the west side. As for other more coordination, it was naturally completely absent.

It was the same steps as yesterday, first a few rounds of fierce shelling, and then a large number of infantry rushed to Ouke's position in batches.

It is also similar to yesterday's script. Oak once again cunningly avoided direct human fire. When the smoke had not dissipated, their counterattack fire followed one after another, and at the same time, a dense flock of birds appeared in the distant sky.

Weed has been waiting, waiting for Admiral Greek to send him support.

"Sir! They are here!"

The communicator carrying the radio transmitter quickly ran to Lieutenant General Weed's side. He grabbed the receiver and heard a hearty voice amidst a burst of chaotic electric current.

"Porco Rosso Squadron, salute you! Sir!"

A humming sound similar to the flapping of insect wings came from the east, and the soldiers raised their heads one after another, looking at the place where the sound was made.

I saw in the cloudless blue sky, more than a dozen arrow-shaped squares composed of hundreds of black dots flew toward the gray mountain line.

When they reached the sky above the battlefield, they suddenly dived down and fired a series of dense bullets at the circling harpies. At this time, the soldiers finally saw what was coming-the double wings driven by the nose propellers. fighter.

This is the first time that the New California Republic has put aircraft into combat. Although this machine has been born for nearly two decades, it has always been a leisure activity for a few wealthy people.

Until the far-sighted Admiral Myers saw the war potential of this machine, there was the first air force in human history-the first task aviation division.

Today, they will show their fangs for the first time, and the target is the Harpy that has plagued the border of the New California Republic for many years.

"Disperse! Disperse!!!"

And the harpies who are also facing the enemy's space weapons for the first time, from officers to soldiers, all seem at a loss. They used to play the enemy with the advantage of the sky, and now this advantage no longer exists.

What’s more troublesome is that due to the need of flying, the physique of the Harpy is much worse than that of other intelligent creatures. Their light bones and elegant posture also mean that the gravity is very poor. In order to carry grenade explosions. Objects, they didn't even bring bows and arrows.

A few officers have pistols, but this thing and the extremely fast plane can't help it.

As a result, the next ten minutes or so turned into a unilateral massacre.

The banshees are like poultry being driven out, dashing from left to right, without rules, while the humans form a team and shoot them down with rounds of neatly strafing them.

Blood was sprayed to the sky, wailing echoed endlessly, and feathers of various colors shrouded the battlefield in a magnificent "heavy snow".

The banshee army, which had a normal morale, suddenly fell apart. They abandoned their original mission and dispersed in all directions. For the first time, human beings regained the sky from their hands.

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