Chapter 832: Bloody Wengen River (3)

"Waaagh!!!!!!"
Lame roared, and the speed of the war truck was forced to exceed its design limits.
The three-kilometer-wide queue ran through the ground like a flood in the order of the old roar, and rushed to the outer trenches and protective walls built by humans temporarily.
The roar they made during the charge shook the sky, and all human facial muscles twitched in unison.
There are only less than 60,000 troops on the frontal defense line, and they are facing the same number of Oaks as they are. The one-to-one comparison looks promising.
But so far, humans have not defeated the same number of Oks on plain terrain.
The crackling sound of artillery fire, rockets, and machine guns burst into the air soaked in dew.
Boom~~~!
The heavy artillery on the human side took the lead and created a shocking wave of death in Oak's queue.
The originally dense queue suddenly became sparse, but it was soon filled up, and the boys, including the enthusiasm of the war, stepped on the bodies of their compatriots and continued to charge.
But passive beating is not a lame character. He has already figured out the position of the human artillery position. For this reason, he concentrated the artillery on hand. After the charge was launched, he waited for the gap between the human shooting and then flooded the enemy artillery position with volley. .
Thirty-odd Oak guns of various calibers triggered a ruthless and dense explosion. The overlying bombardment smashed the fixed enemy positions and shattered the defensive forces into silence.
In the battle, the explosive power of Ok is amazing. Normal people need to run the distance in three minutes. They crossed in forty seconds.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
Despite being ravaged by artillery fire and machinery, the line-of-arms forces continued to penetrate the enemy's defense line unabated, dispersing the dense crowd, and pushing the opponent back in the mud and smoke.
Explosion sounds everywhere on the line of fire, and Oak rushing into the position quickly entangled with the defenders in the trench.
Boom~!
A bunker firing continuously on the side of the defense line disintegrated in a loud noise.
The war trucks followed the slamming boy, they passed through the rain of rain and the whirl of the wolf smoke, and thousands of humble shots flashed on the armor plate and exploded, the futile whipping of the machine gun like a soft band in the wind weak.
Although these trucks are far less robust than dirty truck tanks, pre-war mechanics have strengthened their defenses in various ways, turning them into fierce mobile fortresses.
"Tumble them!"
The war fortress that reached the front line began to shoot artillery fire at the second trench of humans with external and built-in launchers. The shining death light and the trembling blaze penetrated the boiling smoke and bite the ground, washing it with flames and storms. There were melting scars.
The jumpers leaped forward and ran across the queue with small short legs, and they quickly and reliably killed the passage from the enemy ground forces, leaving behind a broken limb and corpse fragments.
This assault was cold, overwhelming, and almost torn the senses—
Because it is too fast.
In the civilized world, all the principles of war and all tactics are lost in such a situation. Only the most primitive beasts can win.
Lame, the leader of the Split-Tao Legion (self-styled), is fighting in the center of the fierce battle surrounded by hundreds of bodyguards.
He is not afraid of fighting alone, but often comes to the front.
Like any Oak, he was extremely obsessed with melee fights, the euphoria of glandular soaring.
After all, their gene coding level has a belligerent nature.
"Kill! Kill them all!"
His pistol spit out fire, incinerating the swooping enemies with their faces, and his arm wielded a heavy war knife, constantly cutting off his head, hands and feet.
The jet of blood spattered all over his body, making him look particularly terrible, like a wicked ghost emerging from hell, and he especially liked to put the head of the fallen enemy on his face with his feet.
As a result, his men followed suit.
For a time, the battlefield was full of flying heads and rough laughter.
"Say into Tyre! Kill all shrimps!!!"
Lame screamed happily. The adenosine produced in his body filled his body with rage, but his brain remained extremely calm and focused during the battle, constantly analyzing the trend of the surrounding battle.
An easy-going boss may win many battles, but only those who are cunning enough and can always observe during the war can laugh to the end. This is the truth he realized.
The strength of the two warring parties is in fact equal.
Despite the unexpected offensive attack by Ok, humans have stabilized the front with terrible toughness.
Lame estimated that the number of enemy troops under his control was not as high as that of himself. He pondered quickly, feeling that it was not difficult to win the battle, but he might have to pay a certain amount of casualties.
If the troops defending the forest can be transferred, then the battle will end quickly and save more power.
This is nowhere near Van Gili. They are lonely soldiers. There is no possibility of supplementing their strength. If the kid hits one or one less, if the casualties are too serious here, then Tyre may not be able to eat it.
In the gap he was thinking about, a bodyguard on the left staggered back, his head melting and burning in the heat.
A team of wizards is going straight across the battlefield here~EbookFREE.me~ Apparently they have found the leader of Ok and want to behead once.
"Destiny!"
A grumpy badger warrior took the lead in a difficult situation, a jump, and held the war sword up towards the limp.
"Stupid!"
The quasi-warlord was not afraid, and stepped forward to fight. After elbowing the opponent's gorgeous broad sword, he snapped it, cut the man in half from the waist, and then turned back to count the guns and prepared two sneaky sneakers. The spell-casting wizard shot down.
The other enemies quickly retreated under this anger.
At this time, the terrible appearance of Lame is like a product specially designed for combat.
His armor mimics some form of predator in the sea, with a prominent back flag flying behind him, blood-stained breastplates inlaid with huge corners on both sides, and a fresh human skin decorating his strong shoulders, crimson steel The edge of his helmet was spiked and raised, and an unclear green light flashed in his eyes. He also raised the back of the Sigog braid to make him look more terrifying.
The pale skull and thigh bones are the most ornaments on his body, as well as the sharp teeth of many beasts, making him more like an authentic chief.
"Get rid of these bastards!"
Seeing the wizards who failed to act quickly jumped into the ditch at the rear, limping jumped.
However, the enemy troops have not collapsed. Although they have been suppressed by the attack of Ok, they have remained relatively intact, and they have also played very tenaciously.
This is the toughest and most tenacious enemy encountered since Lame landed.
"Let them hurry up! I pierced the front!"
Finally, the lame man, determined to make a quick decision, issued an order, and the more than 30,000 boys who had been standing still on the side of the forest began to move quickly towards the front.