Orc Tyrant

In the rear command center not far from the front line, the Benedict Empire Admiral Yushikin is trying to observe and command the war in a brand new way.

All sounds and images come from the portable information integrated command helmet worn on his head.

With this instrument, he felt that he was looking at the war from the perspective of God.

In the F2 area, the 83rd Infantry Division drove westward to hunt down the ruined enemy, and then greeted the second wave of enemies with a beautiful turn.

They are the first group to fight.

The light infantry divisions, which are far inferior in both numbers and firepower, rely on clever maneuvers to keep their distances. The harassment operations are carried out in the form of long-range artillery bombardment, with the farthest firing distance reaching 15 kilometers.

The opponent's main force seemed to have decided to go all the way to the east, and was not moved by the temptation to divide the troops to eat this force, although their counterattacks became more fierce as the intensity of the firefight increased.

In the C3 area, the second division of the Black Legion is moving in on foot at the fastest speed.

Within three hours, the first batch of ambush units had used the tunnels to penetrate the enemy's flank at high speed, and deployed in the northwest, waiting for the enemy to enter the ambush.

Infantry and armored units spread out in a six-kilometer horizontal formation ahead, and scans showed that a large number of ground troops were rushing here with the enemy's armored forces.

The 3rd Artillery Division continued to conduct long-range artillery bombardment for five hours, until the ammunition was exhausted and was forced to suspend support, but Yushikin noticed that their bombardment effect was not good. This is a point that needs attention.

In the C3 area, the opponent's main force then spread the formation from the moving dense forest of steel into a long snake formation.

When the enemy army approached the river valley boundary at a distance of five kilometers, the scanner finally gave an accurate result that the opponent had 162 super-heavy armors, which also eliminated many enemy aircraft that had been destroyed before.

The earth shuddered like a never-ending earthquake.

Opening the way for the engines was a large, crushed ground force, yelling frantically while advancing.

Even in the eyes of such battle-tested veterans like Yushijin, this scene is a scene that requires people to fight with all their energy.

The already ambushed direct-fire artillery began to saturate bombardment. Rows of devastating explosions bite the enemy’s tight alignment, the crying shells threw tons of mud and corpses into the air, and the enemy’s battle line flashed frantically. Exciting bright light.

The enemy's main force, pressing harder and harder, also started shooting.

The terrible firepower of the Legion level spread disasters, violently beat the defending troops, and smashed the first set of defense lines with violent anger.

Yushkin felt like he was in it at this time.

Jackson is still five kilometers away.

The Citizen's Temple rapid reaction force, which was coming at full speed to join his loyal men, began to project long-range artillery fire at the enemy's main cluster, and the tanks that followed began to assist and fire.

Everyone followed him, and even the Citizen Temple understood the importance of the C3 area, and followed Jackson to an enemy that was almost twice as large as his own.

At the same time, there was the god-like machinery, the stalwart creation called the Titan.

After the ghost spider went to destroy Ok's engine ambush circle, the drifter took his place and became the main force supporting the battle.

"Don't keep your hands."

Under his command, the drifter's shield was full, and the energy store and battery throbbed with fullness.

A new automatic loader is ready to be cleaned up, and the shoulder gun position and missile bay have opened a huge mouth.

In the distance, an awkward figure appeared in the gunpowder smoke. It was another Mao Ge. He was injured in the first two days and was urgently repaired, and he immediately went into battle.

Engine to engine.

No mortal can forget what he saw after witnessing this battle.

Jackson, who finally arrived, took the support troops to the front line three kilometers behind the Imperial Army battle line, and contributed his strength to the battle with the heaviest long-range artillery fire at hand.

Every time the turret of the command vehicle howled, or the floating tank of the Citizens Temple roared under instructions, Yuhijin, who knew that he was under the protection of layers, could not help but subconsciously cringe.

At the same time, the amount of information imported by the sensors is simply overwhelming. The relatively slow pace of the macro front does not mean that the speed of the battle will be equally slow.

Yushkin simply couldn't bear the non-human firing frequency, the fast angle of view switching, the dazzling flicker of the tracking signal, and the endless scream of the interactive code.

Only the reformed mind and the strengthened reflex nerves can correctly filter out information from such a large scale of information, and can maintain work efficiency under any circumstances. He finally understands why those Titan drivers are aging, but they cannot be replaced in time. The reason is up.

Comparing with the screaming code is the impact: the impact of light, the impact of noise, the impact of pressure.

Every weapon fired, every shield collision, every flash shot was enough to leave burn marks on the retina, the dazzling light that quickly changed like a neon light, the shocking high pressure, and the unimaginable super-high noise .

The most terrifying thing is actually physique.

Yushkin had never actually measured the entire body of the Titan engine with his eyes before. When he linked the imager to the drifter’s gun position, he suddenly felt that he had become a giant with an absurd height, as if directly from a fairy tale. Popped out, such a weight under every step

It almost makes people face the ground at any time.

An engine will have the muscle strength corresponding to its tonnage: the distance is wider, the impact is more blunt, and it can be called weird destructive power.

When he observes through his dizzy eyes, he must always remind himself that somewhere far away in its line of sight, under the tumbling smoke, the impact of the shield, and the razor-sharp light beams, the sentient beings under his feet are Comparably cruel fighting each other, that battle situation is enough to sing the leading role in any other battlefield.

However, this fierce battle for the entire desperate battle is only an afterthought. At the foot of the fighting beasts, Oak and their combat vehicles have all turned into tiny ants at this moment, running around and biting each other.

The amount of information is too great.

Yushkin took a few breaths, took off the imager and put it back into the console.

"Is this instrument working properly, General?"

The technician on the side asked.

Yuhijin shook his head dazedly.

"Too many...too many to bear, I don't know where to start..."

"It's very uncomfortable even for those who have been reformed, General."

The technician of the Citizen Temple smiled.

"Did human commanders in the past command battles like this?"

"Basically, especially the commander of the Titans."

"They need to process so much information?"

"Not at all, but the failure of engine warfare usually stems from a weak personal will."

"Where does this start?"