Chapter 764: Hearty battle (middle)

These monsters understand this very well. Whether it is intuition or experience from years of fighting, the act of rushing directly to the guns in the fire is not a brainless move, but a manifestation of innate and terrible brute force.
On the clogged sharp terrain, the unparalleled vitality they released turned into a heavy wave, slowing the pace of the war with the pressure of the familiar consumption war.
Silas witnessed this scene, roaring in frustration, beheading a large alien warrior with a single blow.
Even before its stinky head rolled off the ground, three more filled the vacancy.
"We can't accomplish our goal, sir."
A simple voice of a blurred blade came from afar through an audio channel.
This is not to be criticized, it is just a statement of facts.
They have been fighting the green skin for too long without any victory, and the attempt to break through the trench protrusions has not been questioned.
Silas said nothing but continued the battle in a gloomy manner, marching forward with pure perseverance.
His soldiers are with him, but the front has been uneven, the speed of the right-wing armor has slowed down, and he has been involved in the counterattack of heavy armored infantry. Even the orderly firing of heavy artillery can only be vacant. Fight for a few seconds before being filled.
"We will not lose the assembly point."
Silas roared through the channel, turning his ankle as he reversed the tip of the knife into a rushing green leather chest, pulled out a sharp blade before the other charged him, and the thick blade twirled in the splash of sparks.
"We can't hold here."
The voice on the communication channel mumbled, and his voice showed signs of exhaustion.
The huge front is gradually dissolving into thousands of static confrontations. The green skin seems to be rushing out of the land, joining the battle with the iconic roar of tearing the crystal everywhere.
"We can hold it!!"
Silas roared back, pouring out his anger.
He chopped wildly, cut the tendons, cut through the armor, and advanced a few meters before the formation gathered.
The second one requires a defensive zone looming to the right of him-a highland marked by a translucent geodesic on the map is easier to reach and easier to defend than Saddle Mountain, but it is located to the south of the original assembly point A few kilometers.
The bitter battles in the trench network have consumed too much military power, and now they are paying the price.
The red sun dropped a bit, gliding past the chaotic sky dome and sinking into the jagged eastern horizon.
"what!"
Suddenly, Grande was knocked down to the ground by a heavy blow from an Ok, and the ground beneath them cracked.
Silas also heard a scream after a tank hatch was broken, and the crew was slaughtered by all the monsters that entered it.
He continued to fight with his head down, chopping down the orc that knocked him down and squeezing into the next frontline.
Grande stood up, ignoring the smooth blood on the breastplate, killing with a little shame.
But the war can no longer be continued. If Ouke works harder, this raid will collapse into a massacre.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
As Silas hesitated to retreat, a terrifying voice rose from the rear of the battlefield, which made his soul tremble unconsciously.
The defeat of the C3 area began.
"It's Guck!"
Silas spoke to his escorts, followed by the commander of the Imperial Army’s field, and finally the many soldiers under his command.
With his voice, a storm swept from the west side of the front, where the resistance was quickly defeated and fragmented in the violent power of Mao's war.
"Repeat! It's Guk! All units will retreat immediately, and it will fall before the sun sets!"
They immediately responded, and each fighter was waiting for an order, only guessing when it would arrive, and responding without hesitation.
The squads of the Blurred Blade advanced to the right and fought back from the previous position under the cover of a short-range mortar.
The light tank cluster turned east and retreated to the original starting position.
The imperial infantry maintained a stance of resistance and retreated along the road. Although this will lengthen their front, they now have less ambitious ambitions, and soon their wings will be defeated, losing their Titans. Shield, they don't have much chance in front of Mao.
"The Overlord is coming!!!"
The green skins also noticed the change in the center of the war, and their roar went further.
The daylight that the world is about to lose has become light green, mixed with a deeper orange, and the green skins know that they have the opportunity to crush this defense, and the attack will increase in intensity.
Somewhere in the hinterland of the herd, unnatural screams pierced the commotion, and then, a string of glittering emeralds tried to cross the storm.
"Withdraw! Retreat now!"
Silas plunged into the battle, waving his sword with both hands.
His eyes swayed along the front and his muscles twitched. Only the contempt of the monster gave him strength. It was a blind fury that was almost as blind as the green skins who rushed towards him, becoming stronger and stronger. Endless rampage.
"For the Empress!!"
He shouted, slightly bitter, and the loudspeaker temporarily enhanced the battle roar to a level comparable to the surrounding sonic walls~EbookFREE.me~ for the queen! "
The echo of the soldiers came and temporarily dominated the battlefield, before being overwhelmed by the battle zeal that devoured everything.
Silas barely looked up, sweat flowing on the inner wall of the helmet, becoming salty due to dehydration.
They must reach the ridge before night falls, they will strengthen and hold it-they can do it.
However, he promised to Yushkin that the target position he was holding was afraid that it would not be completed.
"Well!"
A strong mental shock spread on the battlefield, he spit out a sip and tasted it when it ran down the communication grille.
His breathing hammered his ears, and his heart pounded.
A good enemy-if there is no such violent energy.
Silas remembers the sentence he said in Cusconal five years ago. It was like a dream, or a semi-forgotten joke, some kind of nonsense in the sky, and everything is possible.
He continued to fight, clenching his teeth to resist the pain, wading in the quagmire formed by Oak's growl until it became stronger and stronger, and finally even the madness became free.
"Waaaaagh!!!!!!"
Suddenly, several warriors of the Blurred Blade in front of Silas flew up, thrown into the sky like a toy bored by naughty boys, and then fell back into the crowd.
Fear spread with it. A pale giant beast wrapped in metal, striding at the heavy steps of the war, waved a powerful warhammer and rushed straight towards Silas.
The opponent's speed was so fast that Silas had only time to block with a double knife.
Boom! !
In the blink of an eye, the weapons of the two sides collided in a burst of burning energy, and the battlefield within a few hundred meters was illuminated by their violent energy.