27: Chapter 27 The Dog System's Underhanded Tactics and the Contraction of the Battlefront.

The Tyranids' offensive was overwhelming. From afar, it looked like a pitch-black line, and the trembling ground left no doubt as to the sheer number and size of the enemy.

"Wait until they get closer to fire!"

"Almost there! I'll count down from three, two, one, and everyone fire together!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Fire!"

The barrage of laser beams almost filled the players' vision. Yet, this didn't seem to stop the Tyranids' advance; instead, it only made them fight more fiercely as they gradually pushed forward.

Seeing this, Yang Gao immediately shouted, "Bring up the Leman Russ Tanks!"

Dozens, if not hundreds, of tanks rushed to the front line like a dark cloud pressing down, bringing a sense of relief to the players.

"Fire! Blast the hell out of them!"

The Leman Russ Tanks fired in unison, overturning the Tyranids' formation. Yet, many Tyranids still broke through the defensive line and charged into the trenches.

"Holy shit! Brothers, so that's what they look like!"

"What are you standing there for? Fire!"

Countless laser guns struck the armored body of that Tyranid, sending sparks flying but doing little else.

"That's not right. Is the laser gun doing no damage?"

One player aimed at another player, "Brother, let's test how powerful this laser gun is."

The laser gun instantly melted through the player's chest.

"There's nothing wrong with it!"

"Brothers, try hitting the spots not covered by armor!"

Countless laser guns fired at the exposed parts of the Tyranid, and before long, the creature collapsed under the laser barrage.

"Holy shit! Brothers, look at the sky!"

Swarms of gargoyles swooped toward the ground, attempting to disrupt the defensive line and destroy logistics, but they were all blown to bits by the anti-aircraft guns in the rear.

"Brothers, don't save ammunition! Blast them to death!"

Countless shells whistled through the sky, and a steady stream of supplies was transported to the front line via the supply routes dug before the battle.

"This isn't working, Old Chen! Log off first and organize the brothers to log in! I don't believe it—can they really outnumber us?"

"Alright, Old Li, hold the line!"

At this moment, Yang Gao was using his psionic powers to continuously kill Tyranids, holding down the defense in one sector all by himself. Two automatic turrets were constantly reloading and firing, but the number of gargoyles was simply too high, and the turrets were gradually overheating.

Yang Gao shouted through the player group chat, "Brothers! Split the rear anti-aircraft guns into two groups! When one group overheats, the other takes over to give the first group time to cool down! While they're cooling, don't just stand around—help transport ammunition!"

"Got it, Brother Gao! Don't worry, hold on! Old Chen has gone to call for reinforcements!"

But at this moment, Chen Mo brought bad news, "I can't log into the game! Brother Gao, you can't do this! This, this..."

That damn dog system had come up with this dirty trick just to prevent him from winning; it was looking down on him.

To stabilize the front line, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield and immediately ordered, "Tell the brothers to shrink the front line and minimize losses! Artillery positions, pay attention—aim at the front line, and once all the brothers have evacuated, open fire immediately! We must make them pay!"

"Understood, Brother Gao!"

The players began to evacuate.

"Ready—fire!"

The whistling of shells tore through the sky, landing precisely on the enemy. Amidst the explosions, the Tyranids that had just charged into the trenches in pursuit were blasted to smithereens.

However, many players still couldn't evacuate in time and were heroically logged off.