Chapter 772: Advance (3)

"ready!"
Turk, the head of the 11th Infantry Regiment of the Black Legion, shouted with a big horn.
"Those green skins are coming soon!!"
At this time, many soldiers had just rushed out of the tent, hopping and trying to put on their boots while running.
They could already hear that voice very clearly.
That kind of roar.
Everyone was a little caught off guard. Obviously the news I got an hour ago was that Ok was blocked in the B5 area, where the defenders were still tenacious.
However, no one expected that Green Peel was clearly going to make a center breakthrough this time. Mihir Hill is the core fulcrum of the entire canyon defense. Once it is breached, Ok can rush out from the weak points of some defense lines. And ran away to Tyre, thirty kilometers away.
The rapid loss of the B5 area makes this hidden worry gradually becoming a reality.
Beyond a certain distance, the battle sounds like a special sound.
The vibration of the ground, the roar of the engine, the roar of the weapon, the muffled blast, and the shouts of people are all intertwined into an ominous whisper, just like the barbaric growl of a monster that is gradually awakening across the hill.
Turk has heard such whispers many times in his life. It always shows the days when he was lucky to save his life, or the moments he will never forget.
Outside the tent, noon has arrived.
The camp was in chaos, the soldiers rushed to prepare for the battle, and the commander looked up at the sky.
The slowly turning clouds were stained with a layer of green, like running water seeping into the venom.
On the southeast side, there seemed to be a large creeping sandstorm that enveloped the front of the imperial army, and even the dark fortifications were engulfed.
Turk squeezed out of the surging crowd, shouting orders and demanding communication.
The captains scattered around him like fragments from a grenade, conveying commands in a clear tone, injecting a hard order into this unprepared group.
Turk yelled at the communications officer while dragging himself onto the ladder of an observation tower.
Halfway up, he looked down at the serviceman and shouted his name.
The other party immediately threw his telescope up, and Turk grabbed the telescope with one hand, took off the lid, and glanced southeast.
Beside their camp, another army was pouring out of the tent and barracks, carrying the same hesitation as their subordinates.
Farther away, yes, he saw it.
Under the thick smoke, the intermittent flash of explosion looked like someone shaking a sand mask in front of the signal light.
The blasting was as frequent as firecrackers, and he could hear the roar of heavy weapons and the low-pitched roar of artillery positions when he woke up.
There are also drum sounds, real war drums, wild and hasty drumming.
A few seconds later, heavy machine guns began to fire shining tracers from the southeast bunkers into the thick smoke to the south, adding their shrieks to the messy whisper.
Turk's eyes widened. He first saw something on the edge of the thick smoke that was approaching, and then distinguished the silhouettes and figures of rickets.
"Damn—"
He cursed softly.
In his childhood, Turk had witnessed a locust plague.
For centuries, as a granary of the empire, large areas of Gramatia have been planted with improved crops, and every few decades, ultra-high yields will induce excessive reproduction of insects.
Swarms of locusts that cover the sky can stretch for dozens of kilometers like rivers.
He has never forgotten the sound of a trillion flapping wings, the roar is like a whisper of war.
He has never forgotten that scene.
Now, he was forced to recall all that.
Large swarms of green skin rushed out of the rolling clouds. Charged infantry and rampant riders swept through the fortifications like locust swarms and landed on the front of the imperial army like a landslide.
The tall chiefs led the offensive, and their wielding swords and axe shone in the dim light.
The tide-like infantry followed, and under the cover of sand and dust, their dark green skin appeared black, like countless locusts surging.
Turk saw a flying flag painted with a white Oak skull, a battle flag made of leather waving like a fragile green metal, and many original symbols depicted on the towering totem pole.
They are unorganized and have no military discipline.
The Oak cavalry charged with a large group of infantry. He saw sporadic riders roaring on a bull-sized war beast. In the middle of the rider, the dark armored giants rushed out, and their broad backs were packed with farts. A platform for fine automatic weapons.
The primitive rockets driven by unstable compounds exploded like fireworks from the small group and exploded in the Imperial Army camp.
At that time the whisper was no longer a whisper, it turned into a roar.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
Turk jumped off the ladder and fell beside his men.
No matter which unit is stationed east of the infantry camp, it has been engulfed by the Ok storm, and Turk is also well aware that as the storm hits, more soldiers are waiting to be harvested, just like the improved Of the crops are swept by the hungry locust swarms.
Turk estimated that they would only have five minutes before Oak's offensive came to him.
"Defensive formation!"
He shouted to the captains:
"Six rows, the cannons are ahead! The mortars are placed on the ridge! Communicate the order! Communicate!"
The soldiers turned like a precision machine, arraying in the open area south of the fortification.
Two rows of alternating barbed wire and trenches reinforce the northern front behind the corral and toilet~EbookFREE.me~The gunners gritted their teeth, trying to move their heavy weapons, ammunition boxes, and tripods to new locations.
Soldiers with mortar barrels on their shoulders ran past them.
"Forward! Forward!"
Turk shouted at the soldier holding the rifle, and he waved his dagger over his head.
The deputy commander appeared beside him and tucked a communicator into Turk's hand.
"Division! Division! Division!"
Turk yelled at the communicator.
"Large invasion on site 88 and southeast of it! A large number of enemy troops have arrived! We are preparing to fight! Request reinforcements!"
"We already know."
The communicator answered this.
"Stay on, hold on, we are allocating troops to your position for the empire."
"Observe! For the Empire"
Turk said briefly, and then threw the communicator to the deputy head.
"Stand up the flag!"
After speaking, Turk looked back at the end that was about to devour them. He realized that he was not afraid of the huge and howling enemies, but the group appeared together, more than ten times higher than their fortifications. The looming silhouette in the distance.
Other people may not understand it, but for the Turk who has seen the Titan, it is like a mountain with a top.
To the best of his knowledge, the Titans of the Civic Temple have all been withdrawn for simple reasons.
They lost an experienced captain.
It is said that an old captain was hit by a stray bullet, and his entire lower body was torn. When he was rescued to the camp, he was cut off, and the civic sanctuary evacuated all the Titans as soon as possible.
So for Turk, the most terrible trouble is not the endless Ok, but...