Chapter 1000: Battle of Dunwich (6)

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A burst of energy and pressure suddenly sounded, and subtle electromagnetic oscillations came simultaneously.
In the blink of an eye, a thick beam of scorching energy cut through the dense fog and hit the dirty car tank.
The shock shook the armor weighing more than a hundred tons, like shaking a metal toy.
In a flash, it bounced off the ground and slid to the side. More than a dozen fangs were killed by this huge body that was suddenly displaced.
The beam of energy made a loud noise when it hit the tank, and the large armor plate flew around and ejected into the air.
The damage was so terrible that half of the turret was annihilated, black smoke spewed out, and then slowly flowed outward from the damaged location.
The tank trembled, and Ruben could hear it trying to restart the main engine that had been shut down due to the damage to the car body. He could hear bursts of roar from the engine that used multiple fuels.
Boom~!
The same bright second beam of energy penetrated the dense fog and hit the tank several meters away.
It hit the ground, instantly dug a high-heat melting ditch, and burned more than 20 green skins.
Unfortunately, the farts near the target area screamed, and the second burn ignited the ammunition they carried.
The third beam of energy that followed immediately completely killed the tank.
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
It was in the middle of the car body, hitting under the turret, and the tank exploded suddenly.
Within a millisecond, it is like a firecracker or a firework.
The internal explosion followed, violent and bright, hot and violent, and the twisted tank outline suddenly disappeared.
"this is……"
The two rover mechas rushed out of the dense fog, and the fog circulated on their cobalt-blue armor.
The emblem of the Citizen's Temple in white and gold shone in the smoke.
Tankelron, the heavy shield guard, appeared with a loud bang, followed by three tank destroyers, followed by a whole company of soldiers.
As they opened fire, they marched from the north to the attacking forces of Ok, passing by the dark pit grave of the tank, and two or three armored vehicles roared behind those tanks, raising a torn soil.
The Oak forces in the foothills were struck by two sides, and they were at a loss.
Some of them jumped into the trenches full of corpses to avoid the fierce firepower, the rover mecha continued to fire into the dense fog, targeting those high-value units-such as rocket launch vehicles.
The main weapon of their arms screamed out an energy beam, penetrating the thick mist.
The objects in the dense fog exploded violently, and the flames burst into the sky.
The taste in the air has changed, just like midsummer and autumn.
For the first time since launching the offensive, the Oak side was forced to adopt a defensive posture. This sudden mobile unit caused them heavy casualties.
The morale of the frontline boys was defeated, they stopped roaring and started running away.
They ran south along the trench, or got into the thick fog, and the guys who stumbled along the trench drew fire from the top of the mountain.
The heavy machine guns of the defenders took the opportunity to open fire and put them down like sticks.
Some of them fled back and forth, suppressed by fire, and eventually died, and the body slid into the trench.
Ruben sent a signal to Janochevis to stop the artillery bombardment, and he hoped that the counterattack force could penetrate into the enemy position without hindrance.
"It's Captain Seth."
Jano Cives' adjutant pointed to a battle flag.
"Four regiments."
Janocheves nodded, and the emotion in his heart surprised him.
That is not just the relief of the rest of the life, but also the strong pride caused by the sense of belonging. This is their comrades and their troops.
The defenders watched the battle with limited vision.
Most of the fighting has returned to the dense fog, and the long-distance armored vehicles continue to tear the fog.
In the vicinity, the reinforcements finally entered the distance with those Oklah and started a brutal close combat with the elite soldiers of the Bloodfang Legion.
Jiaya Laguoran did not collapse in morale like those of the class, they still have a considerable number, and even if they were suddenly hit by a pinch, they still stuck to their positions.
Judging from the fierce offensive launched by the support force, the battle situation has probably entered the most fierce stage-and this is only three hours away from the war.
The head of the group suspected and feared whether the defenders in other directions were as tough and tenacious as they were. After all, this is not the main stage of war.
According to the information he knows, Ok's main direction of attack should be positions on both sides of the Po River. Their area is more of a cover for the flanks.
If everyone can fulfill their duties, there is still hope for this war.
He believed that this was indeed the case.
He believed that Ok could not simply kill this great kingdom.
These savage creatures dare not fight in an upright manner, they seize all the advantages that raids, tricks and traps can bring.
They intend to kill the enemy before they realize the hostility.
But this did not work.
The Republic is wounded. In the past three days, the heavy-armed group on the Scatterson line has been hit hard, so that it may never be able to recover, and will always become a weaker combat force.
But Guk failed to complete the kill as expected.
They messed up, or underestimated the power required to do so.
They left behind a mess, but they still had a wounded opponent who was still able to fight-a opponent who was badly wounded, but was pushed by pain, hatred, revenge and fierce anger.
Make sure your enemy is dead.
This was the first course Jano Civis had in the military school.
If you must start a war, you must kill all the resistance.
If they are still alive, then you are in trouble.
"Did you say anything?"
The adjutant suddenly looked at Janochives.
But he was not sure himself.
"No."
He replied, put a few rounds below, and wipe off a stain from the damaged goggles.
"I am back."
Ruben walked into the command bunker, and most of his uniforms had been worn away.
Similarly, the Wolverine wizard Axel also walked in with Ruben's help. His body was covered with scratches and pits, and his gorgeous armor was covered with blood and mud.
All around, scarred and exhausted, the soldiers all over the dirt gathered and looked at the brutal battle across the trench.
They stood side by side with their arms hanging down.
The remaining black smoke lingered from the position, and the assault of the armored vehicle shook the ground, shaking the gravel from the bunker.
A handful of medical personnel seized this precious ceasefire time to take care of the wounded, almost every defender was injured, and bandages and medicines were not enough to distribute to all.
"Is this a win?"
Ruben stared into the distance, whispering softly, as if talking to himself, not Jano Cives.
"not at all."
The impact of the armored vehicles during the battle was so strong that the thick smoke on the west rolled like a rough sea.
The blazing light beam suddenly flashed in the dim environment. An OAK troop carrier was blasted off by a rather violent explosion, and emerged from the mist like a whale jumping over the sea.
It then turned over and fell back into the misty ocean, debris falling from the burning debris.
Near the edge of the thick smoke, the hunting squad waged a white-blade battle with the soldiers and Ouke-both sides showed no mercy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ruben put a pistol on the pistol and checked the sword.
"I want to fight again."
He told Janochives.
"Defense well here."
Janochives just wanted to speak, and suddenly heard a buzz in his left ear, responding instinctively before he knew it.
"Sir? This is Little Dome Mountain."
"Janochevis?"
"Yes."
"I am Mountbatten. Your mission is well done. Now... lead your soldiers to retreat. I have sent reinforcements to meet you. They should have arrived."
"Reinforcement-yes."
Janoch Vevis froze for a few seconds.
"But retreat..."
"Retreat and meet at the meeting point within ten minutes."
"Sir, we are ordered to guard..."
Jano Civis's heart was suddenly cold, he had guessed it, but he couldn't face it.
At the other end of the communicator, Mountbatten's voice was very low.
"Barstow and Orff are over. It is meaningless to defend here. We need to save our strength to do something that really makes sense."
"understand."
Janocheves signaled that he had received it. He did not ask Mountbatten what was a "meaningful thing", but turned to face Ruben and other officers.
"change plan."
He said, his face calm as water.
"The headquarters ordered to abandon the position and retreat."
"what!"
Ruben almost didn't jump, but Janochives ignored him, turned around and strode away, walked through the gate, and stepped over the cratered traffic trench.
The smoky smoke swirled in the air, and a pungent smell of fuel came from the artillery position.
He used to have hope.
But for the first time today, Jano Civis's heart was filled with deep despair.