Chapter 999: Battle of Dunwich (5)

The blood flag Legion Black Flag Jiaya La launched a third wave of offensive against Little Dome Mountain.
Ventanus, Janochevis and Ruben jointly maintained the defense line and guarded the main peak and the circular defensive circle. However, most of the small dome mountain has been gnawed by gunfire and the whole mountain is flattened. A few meters.
If it had not already built a large number of anti-blast holes and underground bunkers, it might have been untenable, but Janochevis also moved the command post underground.
The second offensive almost broke through the final defense and pushed them back down the mountain, but the fierce counterattack fire of the Civic Temple Hunting Team finally turned the tide.
Janochevis understood that the third wave of offensive is bound to be the key.
He has been able to see that a group of storm kids swooped towards the top of the mountain where the two sides had been fighting for a long time, and the other group detoured to the south, bypassing the frontal defense and attacking. Their intention must be to launch a surprise attack on the artillery position.
Janochevis is determined to fight to the end, but he understands that the line of defense will eventually collapse, which is foreseeable and unavoidable.
This is only related to the quantity, it is a very practical possibility.
But he still clings to a glimmer of hope, and clings to the news from his division-don't let that be another lie or trick.
If that is not a lie, let them hurry up, let them move quickly, and let them arrive here before it is too late.
In addition to commanding, Janochevis is praying.
He knew that the offensive was coming.
Ok came to the position again, and the roar became so loud that Yanocchivis felt that the vibration of the sound and the breathing of countless beasts were enough to disperse the dense fog.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
The enemy used rockets, mortars and medium artillery to launch more violent bombardments on the small dome mountain.
The shells made holes in the already soft soil, or fell into the trenches, allowing soldiers to escape.
There are reports that hearing the sound of the tracks in the dense fog means that part of the shelling came from enemy tanks or self-propelled artillery.
But Janochives heard nothing: he has been in a fierce battle situation, and his hearing has been dulled by the roar of the battlefield.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
The storm boys screamed again, and their rocket backpacks spit blue flames.
Under the charge of Yamak, the destroyed fortification stepped on his feet. Some bunkers exploded and collapsed in the flying dust and gravel.
The defenders are ready to meet the shock.
"Are those reinforcements dead!?"
Ruben cursed, his golden hair covered with blood.
A dirty car tank resembling a scarlet monster emerged from the thick fog outside the trench, turning the muzzle to the western line of defense, and a large number of black flag armored animals surrounded the huge body of the tank.
The super-heavy tank was aimed with a siege weapon. The artillery clank was slamming. Its side baffle and armor were painted with ugly Ok smile and large pieces of things that looked like twisted text.
"Damn..."
Reluctantly, Ruben understood that the balance of the battle finally leaned heavily towards Ok.
But the close combat had already begun, and there was no time to worry about the tank.
He was busy fighting back two storm boys, one of them stabbed his thigh and the other rushed with a tomahawk.
The relatively narrow space limited the range of the tomahawk's swing, but the green skin still killed two soldiers and an officer.
A Wolverine Wizard covered him behind the War Witch and blocked the Tomahawk with a weathered metal shield. The decoration on the shield had been completely annihilated, leaving only countless scratches, notches and bare metal.
Reuben immediately rushed up, the sword stick collided with another Oak's hammer, and the Wolverine wizard swept across the face of the enemy holding the battle axe with his long sword.
The two enemies were temporarily forced to retreat, but Ruben did not relax at all.
He keeps an eye on the tank.
"what!"
Suddenly, with a low growl, the wolverine made a move.
Tomahawk bypassed his battle shield and cut it on the shoulder armor. Although it failed to bite through the armor and tear the flesh underneath, the damage was still serious, affecting the movement of the entire arm.
The Wolverine wizard tried to remedy it, but he lost his balance.
As the enemy withdrew the battle axe, he fell involuntarily to the side.
So he failed to avoid the second attack that swung to his chest.
"Well……"
In an instant, the wound was bloody, and the ferocious force knocked him to the ground, as if the entire axe blade was buried in his chest.
Reuben couldn't withdraw to protect his fallen comrade-in-arms. He was entangled with another guy, and the storm kid with the tomahawk was about to step forward to solve his opponent.
"Go away!!"
Grevas, the captain of the fifteenth squad, appeared in time, striking the head of the Oak with a flashing iron fist from the side and smashing the helmet like a tin foil box containing rations.
Then he dragged the fallen wolverine up and took a moment to pull the battle axe out of the wolverine's heavy armor, but his injuries could no longer continue the fight.
Ruben noticed all this, but he was more focused on killing his opponent.
Fury directed his blade, and after splitting two phantoms to deceive the opponent, he used the long sword hole to wear the helmet of the storm boy and cut the right half.
The green skin fell to the ground~EbookFREE.me~ His head resembles an anatomical example.
"Ha...ha..."
Lu Instinct felt that his body temperature was boiling like a high fever.
Since the start of the battle, he has suffered eight injuries, including a cut on the right thigh muscle, a fractured forearm, and a broken pinky finger.
Others are bruises and bruises.
But more seriously, the mental depletion, the witchcraft he uses today, is more than the sum of the past three years.
His metabolism has been greatly improved, trying to make up for the battle, trying to suppress or delay the pain, trying to maintain the peak physical performance, trying to accelerate healing and repair.
But the huge amount of energy consumption has caused his body temperature to rise a few degrees, quickly burn the body's fat reserves, and those drugs that have just been taken.
He knew he would soon need additional analgesics to maintain a good combat state.
He glanced at the tank again, a little surprised.
Why didn't it fire? why--
Suddenly, the tank started a powerful engine, spewed a black exhaust, and began to reverse quickly.
Lu Benneng heard the sound of the track, the huge body trembles, the main turret began to turn to the left, and the artillery gradually lifted.
Large groups of fangs gathered around in a hurry to avoid being crushed to death by the tank's urgent displacement.
What is it doing? Is it turning? Is it turning?
Ruben noticed something in the thick fog, which came from the northwest.
Boom~~!
The tank fired its dead gun, and a violent impact came from the muzzle, shaking up a large dust around it.
The next second, the shells penetrated into the dense fog, leaving a spiral path that slowly dissipated.
But Ruben didn't hear it hit anything.
Then he heard the sound of counterattack.