The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 280 The big blue bird watching the live stream was overjoyed.
"Oh no! The colonel's dead!"

"It's over, our leader has been sacrificed to the heavens again!"

"Colonel, how can I live without you..."

Although the players made no sound in the speakerphone, they remained mostly silent.

However, in internal communications, especially in their guild communications, a group of players relentlessly mocked the unfortunate Colonel Yurten.

There was nothing we could do; the colonel had charged so far ahead.
If it gets cold, you can only say it's your bad luck!
"That's enough! It's just that my game character died, stop wailing!"

"Hurry up, armored units on both sides, get out there and flank them! What are you doing blocking the way? Are you causing a traffic jam?"

Just then, Colonel Yurten suddenly appeared in the chat area again. While quickly directing the players' armored units to relocate, he couldn't help but complain:
"The game's restrictions are really troublesome. If I want to recruit armored units, I have to specifically find a factory with a heavy production line. I wonder if there is one in the city of Volkhov..."

"If I didn't have it, then the distance I'd have to drive the tank would be much longer!"

However, Colonel Jurten need not worry, because there are indeed factories in the city of Volkhov.

In its original history, this city housed Soviet aircraft manufacturing plants and inland waterway barge manufacturing plants. In this world, Volkhov is an important airship manufacturing base, and also has a shipyard.

Therefore, as long as players can quickly enter the city and occupy the factory, they can replenish their armored forces there.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that some players have already parachuted into the city and are preparing to take over the factory. However, the situation in the city seems to be a bit chaotic.

There was no time to worry about that. The colonel quickly took command of his armored units, instructing them to encircle the enemy as much as possible.

He overestimated the players' combat awareness. If he wasn't careful, these guys would all let themselves go when driving tanks.

Even though many of the players here are veterans of World of Tanks, they used to only play against a few tanks in World of Tanks.

The sudden influx of hundreds of armored units, coupled with relentless artillery fire, quickly threw the player's armored forces into chaos.

Of course, while the player's armored forces are in disarray, the Black Hawk Empire's armored forces are in a similar state.

They were shocked by the Cambrian army's reckless fighting style!
"Are you kidding me? Have they gone mad?"

A Black Hawk armored soldier, hiding inside his mech and listening to the constant explosions outside, felt his entire mental state was off.

Without even thinking, he knew from the deafening roar that it was another enemy rocket attack.

Although their Black Hawk Empire also has rocket artillery, they don't like to use their rocket artillery directly to launch a fierce attack on the enemy in war.

More often than not, the Black Hawk Empire would choose to use rocket launchers to clear mines or lay mines in a certain area, but they had never used rocket launchers in such a concentrated manner as this.

Perhaps it's because their rocket launchers carry smaller, less powerful rockets, or perhaps it's because they prefer more precise strikes.

He couldn't understand what these Cambrian soldiers were thinking. They were already locked in a fierce battle, yet the artillery behind them still hadn't stopped firing!
Under such indiscriminate bombardment, they themselves would die as well. Don't they understand this?
At least for him, if he were charging forward at the front and the artillery behind him dared to do the same, he would turn back immediately without the slightest hesitation!

If their artillery dares to cause such trouble, let's see if he'll go all out and execute the artillerymen first when we get back!
"Damn it, get out of here right now! Don't get entangled with them! These guys have gone mad!"

Over the radio, the commander of the armored regiment also gave orders to the others. Clearly, this armored commander of the Black Hawk Empire was also frightened by the enemy's relentless artillery barrage.

"Watch out, they're trying to escape! Stop them right now!"

"Charge! Bit them! Kick their asses! The armored units flanking them, move faster! What are you all busy doing?"

The colonel revived as an infantryman. While busy directing the battle, he found a suitable position and set up a huge anti-tank rifle.

This time, he chose the Tank Hunter profession, partly to make it easier for him to sneak up on enemies from the shadows, and partly to make it easier for him to have a comprehensive view of the entire battlefield situation.

While anti-tank rifles aren't that effective against Black Hawk Helicopters' mechs, it depends on what you're fighting.

If you choose to shoot directly at the frontal armor of the Dauntless mech, then this thing is basically impenetrable.

However, if you find the right angle and shoot at the weak points on the side of its mechanical legs, or even just shoot at its side armor, it is still very likely to deliver a fatal blow.

In actual combat, gunners do not need to completely destroy enemy armored units; they only need to damage certain key parts of the armored units to temporarily disable them.

The same applies here. If you disable one of the Black Hawk mech's mechanical legs or cause a problem with its rotating structure, the mech will be unable to continue fighting.

Although doing this won't earn you kill rewards, you'll still get merit rewards for injuring enemies, just not as much.

"No, something's not right!"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the commander of the Black Hawk Empire's armored regiment managed to make out the general situation, and a bead of cold sweat involuntarily trickled down his forehead.

"The Cambrian armored forces are not simply going crazy; they are definitely up to something else!"

He strained to make out his surroundings, trying to make out the chaotic battlefield.

However, the battlefield before him was so chaotic that he couldn't understand it no matter how hard he looked.

The continuous barrage of shells exploded between the two armies from time to time, with Cambrian Empire armored vehicles being blown to pieces on the spot, and Black Hawk Empire mechs being flung away like rags.

His soldiers, wielding massive three-meter-long bayonets, were charging forward with all their might. These Black Hawk armored soldiers were almost using mech combat techniques to their fullest extent for the first time, piercing through one armored vehicle after another with their desperate charge.

But that's not enough, that's far from enough!
The enemy has more armored vehicles that are constantly charging forward, and at the same time, other armored vehicles are not sitting idly by.

Although the Dauntless mechs are agile and flexible, they can easily get around to the side of the enemy's armored vehicles and then force their bayonets in.

Although the combat of these mech units was chaotic, they were not completely disorganized. They knew how to cover each other, and from time to time, shells fired at point-blank range would hit their mechs!
Of course, the most troublesome thing was the constant stream of shells falling from above.

He simply couldn't understand how these Cambrian soldiers managed to do it, why they didn't show any signs of retreating in the face of such artillery fire.
This is clearly a blatant betrayal. Don't they feel resentment towards the Cambrian Empire?
Just as he was thinking this, a radio suddenly came through from the mech he was in:
"Commander! Something's wrong! So many tanks!"

"The enemy has a large number of tanks... They've appeared from our flank!"

The sound was like a bolt from the blue, instantly waking the previously confused commander.

Yes, that's what he was thinking. How could the Cambrian Empire's armored forces keep fighting head-on like they are now?

The opponent must have used other tactics, but I just didn't notice them!

He quickly looked into the distance, even risking his life by sticking his head out of the tank just to get a better view.

When he saw some of the enemy's fastest-reacting armored vehicles flanking them from both sides and simultaneously aiming their turrets at them, his face turned deathly pale.

"Quickly! Get out of here! Retreat!"

He shouted desperately, trying to get the radio operator inside the mech to communicate with the other mechs, but a rocket that suddenly landed nearby drowned out his voice.

The rocket hit a Hunter mech next to him. Although the Hunter mech had strong defenses, it still couldn't withstand the direct hit from the rocket.

The massive explosion tore a huge hole in the back of the mech, and the 75mm cannon was blasted away, flying high into the air before slamming into another mech next to it.

A piece of shrapnel flew horizontally toward the battalion commander, and before he could react, he felt a cool sensation on the side of his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, a burning pain suddenly shot through his face, leaving him speechless.

"Commander, how are you?"

Seeing their commander covered in blood fall into the mech, the soldier responsible for transmitting the radio quickly pulled him up, and then he saw:

Their regimental commander's ear and half of his cheek were sliced ​​off by shrapnel, exposing his bare bones, and large amounts of blood gushed out.

Without any hesitation, he quickly took out bandages from the box next to him and wrapped them around the commander's face as fast as he could.

Because of this, he did not hear the order given by the commander, and the commander was also unable to speak due to the pain, and could only stare at him intently, shouting continuously.

That tiny time difference sealed the fate of the Black Hawk armored unit. As a large number of T-34 tanks circled around to the rear, the Black Hawk armored unit suddenly found itself surrounded by the enemy!

"This is impossible! How could the Cambrian Empire launch a pincer attack on us?!"

The deputy regimental commander, who had taken over command, was completely stunned by the chaotic scene before him, his mind going blank.

In previous battles, they always used their most proficient pincer attack to outflank the Cambrian Empire's army time and time again. But they never expected that their day-to-day hunting of geese would end with them being pecked in the eye by the geese themselves!
This time, they were actually outflanked and wiped out by the enemy!
The crossfire from the side destroyed their mechs at an alarming speed. The enemy artillery seemed to stop bombarding and turn their fire to extend further into the distance.

The colossal tank in front of them, which appeared to have been damaged but was still not destroyed, pressed down on them like a mountain!

One of the Fearless mechs raised its bayonet, seemingly about to launch a desperate charge at the vehicle, but before it could get close, a 128mm cannon at the front of the vehicle easily blasted the mech in two.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, the massive tank slammed down on them, crushing their mechs into flat iron discs on the spot.

It's too late, it's all too late.

Even if they wanted to retreat, it was impossible now, because the enemy had already formed an encirclement!

The Black Hawk artillerymen, positioned at a distance, were hesitant to act rashly in the face of the current situation, and their massive cannons dared not continue firing.

At this very moment, their two massive Belshall cannons over there are rapidly relocating, or rather, doing their utmost to relocate.

By Black Hawk Empire standards, the relocation speed of these two giant cannons was already quite fast.

In just three minutes, the two giant cannons were packed up and then trudged away into the distance with heavy steps.

Including the weight of the entire mobile machine structure, it must have been at least several hundred tons of artillery. It slowly drove away into the distance, completely ignoring the other howitzers on this position.

In comparison, packing up those towed howitzers was much slower; they were still busy unfastening the bolts and packing up the gun mounts.

Only the Wasp Artillery has the fastest retreat speed. These artillery pieces attack while running, and they can also leave the battlefield at the fastest speed when retreating.

But it was all too late, because the Katyusha rockets had already unleashed a devastating barrage.

In order to hit the howitzers over there, Andrei even ordered the player's artillery to advance a bit further, almost putting his side on an extreme adventure.

It's important to know that the Black Hawk armored forces on this battlefield haven't been wiped out yet; their own armored forces are currently engaged in a meat grinder-like melee with the enemy's armored troops.

If you're not careful, your artillery could get destroyed by enemy mechs.

Fortunately, both the player's armored units and infantry are very capable in combat.

The first wave of Krieg infantrymen to charge had reached the forefront. They charged forward under their own fire, each carrying a spiked grenade, silently displaying a doomed attitude.

The repeated explosions not only meant that these Kriegs were blown to pieces, but also that the enemy's mechs were destroyed on the spot.

When the Black Hawk soldiers saw this group of men in black military coats silently charging towards them with a long-handled weapon that could explode, they were completely dumbfounded.

They couldn't believe their eyes at all; how could Cambrian soldiers have such a belief?
A Black Hawk officer was desperately shouting to the surrounding infantry, hoping they would quickly hold off the enemy, but they retreated.

Although these Black Hawk soldiers underwent extensive brainwashing at home, making them feel honored to sacrifice themselves for the emperor.

But when faced with this group of enemies who had charged out of hellish artillery fire, many of them covered in flames, yet still silently launching their attack, hoping to perish together with them, they truly wavered.

You can't fight a madman, especially a group of madmen who don't care about their lives.

They considered themselves human beings, not yet reckless beasts, so they dared not confront such an enemy head-on.

The Black Hawk soldiers retreated, and for many of them, it was the first time they had ever retreated in such a shameful manner, which filled them with a sense of humiliation.

Even when their honor was thwarted, they dared not turn back, for behind them was a group of demons who had rushed out of hell!
Compared to the things summoned by the abyss mage, the soldiers in front of them, dressed in black coats and wearing gas masks, seemed even more like devils as they charged forward in silence!
As rockets blanketed the distant hillsides, the Black Hawk Army's artillery deployed there suffered unimaginable losses in the blink of an eye.

That's brutal! It's the first time they've ever seen such firepower!

Hundreds of rockets landed on the hillside at the same time. Each rocket was over 150 millimeters in caliber, which was almost equivalent to being bombarded by hundreds of heavy artillery pieces at the same time.

Even in the largest battles they had ever experienced, they had never seen hundreds of heavy artillery pieces simultaneously bombarding an area. Such bombardment was truly no different from the apocalypse!
Amidst such artillery fire, howitzers were torn to shreds on the spot, and even the ammunition they had placed nearby was blown to pieces.

Although the rigid Black Hawk soldiers had already placed the ammunition and artillery separately to minimize the damage caused by ammunition explosions.

Under such firepower, they didn't need to worry about ammunition detonation at all, because the entire position turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"How is that possible? How could you give up so soon?"

Major General Bush was leading his armored grenadier division toward this side, but before he could get there, he learned that the infantry division here had been defeated by the enemy.

Not only that, but an armored regiment that had just moved forward also suffered a devastating blow, and even their two howitzer regiments deployed in the distance were almost completely wiped out.

Such an abnormal loss made Major General Bush hesitate for a moment.

The Black Hawk team has experienced large-scale losses before, but they have never suffered such huge losses in such a short period of time!
Damn it! Were all the Cambrian troops insane?

They actually fired cannons at their own men's heads in order to kill the enemy. Weren't they afraid that the soldiers would rebel?
"Wait! Halt the advance! Have our soldiers build a defensive line immediately!"

Although it was somewhat shameful to do so, and it was not in line with General Bush's usual style, he still chose to avoid direct confrontation.

In his view, these Cambrian soldiers had entered a strange state of fanaticism, whether from drugs or some other means.

Therefore, rushing forward now is pointless and will only make you part of the defeated team!

What he needs to do most now is to stabilize this line as soon as possible, preserve as much of his own manpower as possible, and wait for other troops to converge from different directions and surround them.

Only in this way could they ensure that the plan could be implemented smoothly, since an encirclement also requires enough people to complete.

According to his thinking, Andrei's troops could not maintain this state indefinitely. Once his troops were exhausted, he could slowly wear down the enemy.

When that time comes, he will definitely turn this battlefield into a blood grinder, slowly grinding down this Cambrian Empire's top elite force.

"What's the situation inside the city? Is the Thousand Sons Legion still launching attacks?"

Just then, Major General Bush suddenly thought of something and asked his adjutant beside him.

“General, the Thousand Sons Legion’s offensive seems to have come to an end, but I strongly suspect that they are very likely to launch some kind of larger offensive…” After hesitating for a moment, the adjutant voiced his thoughts.

He didn't think the Thousand Sons would suddenly give up the attack at such a crucial moment, after all, Andrei's side was fighting fiercely on the outskirts.

Since the enemy has chosen to suddenly tighten its defenses at this time, it must have some new intention!
"Never mind them for now. Just let the soldiers hold their positions. Taking out Vorontsov's troops is what we need most!"

Major General Bush waved his hand forcefully, slightly annoyed, feeling a splitting headache.

He knew the enemy had a conspiracy, but he couldn't spare enough troops to stop them.

Engaging in a meat grinder-like battle with the Thousand Sons Legion in the city is not a wise choice; they have already experienced this on many battlefields before.

They didn't have enough artillery to continue suppressing them, and they couldn't bring in troops from other fronts. So, they could only let things take their course for now.

In the city of Volkhov, several players and Jeanne rushed into a ruin and dug out two still-functioning radios.

Jeanne watched in astonishment as one of the players pulled out a wrench, twisted it twice on the radio, and then began communicating with Andrei.

Although she tried hard to suppress her doubts, she simply couldn't help herself.

She looked at the other player next to her and asked:
"I don't understand, what strange things do your Cambrian Empire's pilots have to learn? How come they even know how to use and maintain radio equipment?"

Hearing this, another player next to him shrugged indifferently and said with a smile:

"What's so strange about that? Isn't it normal for pilots to be multi-talented?"

"What if we accidentally land in some godforsaken place while we're out there? That would be terrible! Learning radio repair and usage will at least allow us to contact headquarters later!"

The player was just spouting nonsense, but Jeanne looked thoughtful.

"is that so……"

She muttered to herself, feeling as if she had learned something amazing, yet also sensing that something was amiss.

But after thinking it over, she finally decided to give up, because the player on the other end had already tossed her the radio.

"...Hey, Jeanne? Have your legions tear a gap in the city as quickly as possible. I'll lead my troops in, then we'll hold the city for a bit, and then launch a counterattack!"

Despite the fierce fighting outside, Andrei remained confident, and his voice was full of energy.

Jeanne asked with some concern:

"General, are you sure you want to do this? Don't tell me you can't see that this battle is a trap set by the enemy!"

But Andrei's reply was full of confidence.

"I know, but what can I do?"

"Their traps won't kill me. These little tricks are nothing to be afraid of. Our mission is to protect this place and ensure that the Second Prince is not intercepted by the enemy. Just carry out the mission as usual!"

"When we turn back, we'll use the train station as a base to launch another counterattack and let them experience the power of the Cambrian Empire!"

Hearing Andrei's confidence, Jeanne, who had a lot of things she wanted to say to dissuade him, found herself speechless.

"Well, damn it! This is the first time I've ever seen someone like you, the ever-victorious general, so crazy!"

"Since you're willing to go crazy, then I'll go crazy with you too!"

As she was talking, Jeanne suddenly burst into profanity in excitement.

It's unclear whether she was infected by Andrei's optimism or felt that she had been suppressed by the Black Hawk Army for too long and was now finally given a chance to fight back, which made her somewhat excited.

Jeanne's emotions were instantly stirred up, and she became excited.

Just then, a Cambrian army suddenly rushed out from behind.

They arrived here led by a player, saluted Jeanne and the other players, and then said with a serious expression:

"Gentlemen, we are soldiers of the Volkhov Army Group. We have learned that General Vorontsov is attacking this area and preparing to launch a counterattack. We are ready to launch a counterattack at any time!"

Upon hearing this, the player's expression immediately became excited.

Although they could tell that the troops in front of them were not in very good condition, their uniforms were tattered and they looked quite tired.

But what good does that do? Players only care about leading their counterattack!
"Okay, where are the rest of you? Why are there so few of you?"

The player asked a question first, and then, before they could answer, the player casually waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, there's no need to worry about that. All you need to do now is follow us and figure out how to seize the two main roads in this city!"

"All we need to do is guard the intersection and wait for the general to bring the troops in. That's all we need to do. Do you understand?"

A group of soldiers nodded in agreement. Although they felt somewhat bewildered that they were under the command of a pilot, this pilot kept talking to them about the general's orders.

Their entire army group is now short of men, especially officers.

It's unclear whether Andrei's earlier report was effective, but almost all the university student officers in this unit have now been transferred to Moscow and sent to the rear.

This did allow them to retain a number of key talents, but it also led to a severe shortage of officers in their ranks, while a large number of elite troops were left behind to guard the train station.

So after all that fuss, despite the fact that they had about 2000 soldiers, the highest-ranking officer in their unit was actually just a captain.

The captain handed over command without hesitation, because he knew he couldn't possibly lead so many men back to the crossroads.

He could only trust the people in front of him and believe that General Vorontsov's soldiers would bring them a miracle.

"Very good. Next, you will roughly divide into these small teams and come with us to gather all the grenades and Molotov cocktails!"

"By the way, do you guys have machine guns?"

The player quickly assessed the firepower of this unit and discovered that they were truly impoverished.

The 2000-strong force had only two heavy machine guns and four mortars, but a large number of Molotov cocktails.

This thing is so easy to make. All you need is some high-purity alcohol, sugar, and a glass bottle, and then some strips of cloth to ignite it.

Although parts of the city have fallen, the largest brewery remains under the control of the soldiers.

It's unclear whether it was because the Cambrian soldiers had a particular fondness for alcohol, but they fought exceptionally hard in defending the brewery, even repelling the Black Hawk Army's attack several times!

Besides that, they found something very useful in this unit – the Heartless Cannon!
This thing is really useful. It played a significant role in the War of Resistance against Japan, the Chinese Civil War, and later the Korean War.

Get a large gasoline drum, bury the bottom half of it in the ground, fill it with gunpowder and explosive charges, and like an old-fashioned mortar, blast the explosive charges out, then you can attack the enemy.

Although this thing has a short range, is inaccurate, and is prone to barrel explosion, it is the best supplement to firepower when artillery is lacking!

Back in the day, our Party used this thing and it shone brightly in history, making it one of the early guerrilla weapons!

Of course, players who are not concerned about the quality of the cannon don't just want to use it as a supplement to their firepower.

More importantly, they came up with an extremely abstract strategy!

Seeing that the player had finally managed to squeeze a red-letter warrior into the Heartless Cannon after a lot of effort, Jeanne took a deep breath and asked with wide eyes:
"Are you kidding me? What kind of operation is this? Are you sure this will blast the red-letter warrior out?"

The player shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"Who knows? It doesn't really matter whether it gets blasted out or not. It would be best if it could get blasted out, but even if it can't, it's still an experiment."

"Anyway, the Red Letter Warrior isn't afraid of falling or breaking. Just think about it, when we attack the enemy's encampment building, if we send one of these Red Letter Warriors in, won't they just slaughter everyone indiscriminately?"

Jeanne was a little confused, feeling like her mind couldn't process what was happening.

Although the player's point was valid, she still found it difficult to accept such an abstract tactic.

She closed her eyes, trying to seek guidance from the Weaver of Fate, but the Weaver of Fate said it was fine to do so!

But then again, when she asked the Weaver of Fate this question, was her master laughing?
Why did she feel like she heard some kind of exaggerated laughter?
Located in the warp, an indescribable, chaotic blue figure sat atop a massive crystal throne, staring intently at the screen before it.

The two ever-changing demon lords struggled to hold up the screen, constantly pouring spiritual energy into it to make the image as clear as possible.

When the figure on the throne saw a red-letter warrior being stuffed into the Heartless Cannon and then blasted out by the player, He could no longer contain Him and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Giggle giggle giggle... That's it, that's the feeling!"

"Same recipe, same taste. Sure enough, that white guy always manages to surprise me!"

The two ever-changing demon lords looked helplessly at their master, who was laughing like a fool, feeling that their master was becoming more and more like a funny bird.

One of the ever-changing demon lords took a breath, as if making a decision, and looked up to ask:
"Great Lord of All Changes, are we merely placing a chosen one in this world? Isn't that a bit too small a move?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but the Plague Lord's apostles next door have already spread everywhere, and the other two are developing just as rapidly. Even that black Destroyer has made his move. This is probably very disadvantageous for us..."

Upon hearing this, the voice simply snorted indifferently and said:
"Superficial and vulgar! What's the point of continuing with such drastic and reckless actions?"

"They have no idea what it means to subtly influence others. Change is a chain reaction; even the most inconspicuous little butterfly, flapping its wings, can bring about an unimaginable storm!"

"Enough! Stop disturbing my entertainment and focus! Your psionic infusion is so slow, have you not eaten?"

Upon hearing this, both of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lords rolled their eyes.

Good heavens, what does the Chaos Demon eat?

Located on the outskirts of Volkhov, in a heavy building next to an intersection, several Black Hawk soldiers are operating a heavy machine gun, firing fiercely at the street below.

"Hold on, don't let them get up there! Hans II, grab your sniper rifle and get over here right now!"

A Black Hawk sergeant roared at the soldiers behind him, and before he finished speaking, the soldier carrying the sniper rifle said with dissatisfaction:

"Sir, please don't call me Hans Number Two, my name is Hans!"

"You idiot, who told you to call yourself Hans? My name is Hans too, and without adding a number two, I feel like I'm talking to myself!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sniper named Hans easily killed a Cambrian soldier, then continued to reload, moving to the nearby window while re-aiming.

On the street, many Cambrian soldiers were firing in their direction, and a heavy machine gun was continuously firing in their direction.

In addition, Cambrian soldiers appeared to have set up mortars in the distance, attempting to fire shells into their windows.

But all of this was useless. Their building was impregnable, and the enemy could not break in using any means. However, they had already killed three Cambrian soldiers.

"Heh, seizing the intersection? Not so easy."

The sergeant, also named Hans, chuckled and was about to take out a cigarette to light when he suddenly noticed that on the other side of the building, a huge gasoline drum seemed to have been pushed out.

"What's that thing? There looks like there's something in the bucket?"

He couldn't understand what the other person was doing, so he decided to take a closer look.

But just then, the gasoline drum that had been stuck into the rubble suddenly made a loud noise.

A deafening cannon shot rang out, and the gasoline drum exploded on the spot, but at the same time, the contents of the drum were also launched out.

A huge blue lump slammed into the wall, smashing through the concrete slab with a deafening roar, and crashed in with an extremely twisted motion.
Both Hans were startled and looked at the clump of blue twisted dough on the ground.

They discovered that this thing appeared to be a tattered Fear Knight armor, which was almost shattered into pieces due to the violent explosion and impact just now!

But the two did not let their guard down. Instead, they were terrified and turned pale because they recognized what the thing was!
"Damn it, it's a Red Letter Warrior! Holy crap!"

"Someone come quick and help! Throw this thing out of here!"

The sergeant grabbed the red-letter soldier's shoulder and tried desperately to drag the heavy armored vehicle away.

But a strange psionic flame flashed by, and the armor that was originally riddled with holes and even incomplete became brand new!
As blue psionic flames ignited within the red-letter warrior's helmet, it flipped to its feet and drew its two-handed greatsword from its back.

Amidst the desperate screams of several Black Hawk soldiers, a gleaming sword flashed, and large splatters of blood sprayed onto the surrounding walls, creating a hellish scene.

Before long, the building, along with several other buildings in the vicinity, were all conquered by the players in this manner.

Even though Black Hawk soldiers had left anti-armor weapons in these buildings, they had no way to deal with the Red Letter soldiers who jumped right into their faces.

"Very good, it's time to bring the general's troops in!"

"But speaking of which... where did our general's troops go? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

After successfully capturing the area, the player listened to the cheers of the other Cambrian soldiers and discussed the situation with some curiosity.

Where did Andrei go?

This is a serious issue.

Meanwhile, Andrei's armored forces were rapidly advancing towards the city, but he needed to deal with some tricky issues first.

"Damn it! Where are all the air forces? Hurry up and wipe out the Black Hawk Battle Mage Corps!"

Andrei stared at the burning tank wreckage on the road ahead and the large green magic circle that had reappeared above his head, his face turning ashen as he cursed.

Just then, a large amount of artillery fire came raining down on this side.

(End of this chapter)