75: Chapter 75 Battlefield
"Rumbleβ"
Before the eyes of the Nomads, large sections of dark red rock walls collapsed like an avalanche!
Thousands of tons of boulders and soil, with a terrifying momentum that could destroy the world, crashed down the steep slope!
The thousands of greenskins at the very front didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly buried under the rubble.
"Holy crap! This physics engine's destruction effect! It's so freaking shocking!"
The players shouted excitedly while dodging flying debris.
Dozens of greenskin vehicles, running at full throttle, couldn't brake in time and crashed head-on into the rolling boulders, resulting in instant destruction and a towering inferno.
The landslide lasted for a full minute, forming a pile of rubble over ten meters high in the center of the riverbed.
However, the greenskins' fanaticism was devoid of any reason.
As soon as the landslide stopped.
The massive wave of orcs surging behind didn't even spare a glance for their kin screaming under the rocks.
They stepped over the corpses and wreckage of their companions, shrieking as they climbed over the rubble, continuing to pounce toward the players' line like rabid dogs!
"Defensive line ready! Brace for impact!" Liver Emperor pulled the bolt, his eyes burning with fanaticism.
The two sides engaged directly.
"Whooshβ"
Under the cover of the rubble, the player [Paratrooper One] suddenly unfurled huge, bat-like wings, shooting into the sky like a black arrow, reaching hundreds of meters high.
He skillfully dodged the haphazard anti-aircraft fire from the greenskins below, hovering beneath the clouds.
From high above, the entire battlefield was visible at a glance.
Paratrooper One flipped down his tactical visor and quickly locked onto several high-value targets behind the greenskin charge formation.
"Greenskin Mekboy Heavy Artillery Vehicle spotted! Coordinates: 25 degrees North, distance 2.5 kilometers! Wind direction Southwest!"
"Found three Killa Kans and one heavy vehicle! They're providing fire suppression on the left flank!"
Through the public channel, Paratrooper One shared the precise firing coordinates in real-time with the artillery positions in the rear.
"Coordinates received!"
On the high ground of the safe zone, eighteen artillery players were sweating profusely as they cranked the elevation and traverse mechanisms of the cannons.
"Battery One ready!"
"Battery Two loaded with High-Explosive shells!"
"Battery Three locked on target!"
The temporary artillery squad leader, a science student wearing glasses, looked at the wind speed and ballistic data flickering on the terminal. He took a deep breath and suddenly swung his arm down:
"ReadyβFire!!!"
As the artillery squad leader swung his arm down, three gunners pulled the firing lanyards hard.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three 150mm Smoothbore Field Guns roared simultaneously, tearing through the earth.
The thick hydraulic recoil rods made a piercing metallic grinding sound, and the massive recoil pushed the heavy steel carriages back half a meter, their deep spades plowing three thick furrows into the mud.
The muzzles spat out dazzling orange-red flames, and the scorching muzzle blast instantly cleared the surrounding dust, forming a visible transparent shockwave.
The Nomads standing on the distant high ground felt their soles go numb, and even their hearts skipped a beat.
Three high-explosive heavy shells streaked across the sky, carrying the shriek of the Grim Reaper, and accurately slammed into the rear of the greenskin charge formation.
"Boomβ!!!"
A massive fireball soared into the air at the center of the greenskin heavy fire position.
The shockwave, carrying high heat, instantly shredded the enemy's armor.
Two Killa Kan mechs, cobbled together from scrap metal, were blown apart, their thick steel plates flying through the air like scraps of paper.
The heavy artillery vehicle modified by the Mekboy even triggered an ammunition cook-off, and a small mushroom cloud of black smoke rose from the ground.
The violent chain of explosions completely disrupted the greenskins' charging rhythm.
The Orc Boyzs charging in front were knocked over by the blast wave, while the greenskins in the rear were so frightened by the explosions that they fired blindly. The dense formation instantly collapsed into a chaotic mess.
Before the smoke had even cleared.
In the high sky, three planes dived down with the hum of propellers, following the tail end of the explosions.
[ikun True Fan] pushed the control stick hard, his wooden biplane piercing through the black smoke.
He pressed the firing button firmly with his thumb, and the autocannon at the nose spat out half-meter-long flames.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"
Large-caliber shell casings rained down from the belly of the plane like a storm.
The large-caliber bullets plowed two bloody alleys through the crowded greenskin formation, and a dozen Orc Boyzs were instantly turned into minced meat.
"Artillery fire extending back! Infantry, move up!"
The temporary Commander, Pi She, held his PV, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse amidst the booming artillery,
"Push through the flanks! Surround them for me! I want a pincer movement!"
On the ground, the real meat grinder began.
Liver Emperor stood on a raised rock and quickly set up his large-caliber Heavy Stubber.
He took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger.
The gun body shook violently, and a waterfall of golden shell casings bounced off, piling up into a steaming mountain next to his combat boots.
The barrel quickly turned red-hot, emitting a pungent smell of burnt engine oil.
The dense metal storm mowed down rows of greenskins trying to regroup like wheat.
Under Liver Emperor's fire suppression, the assault team cut into the battlefield from both sides.
[Miracle Walker] lay behind a fallen rock on the flank, calmly firing long bursts.
With the support of high Perception and high Agility, his reaction speed far exceeded that of the Orc Boyzs.
Every time the muzzle jumped, an Orc leader trying to raise a gun to return fire was sure to have its head blown off.
"Melee group! Charge!"
[Makabazi] put away his empty large-caliber shotgun and, relying on the Minotaur's massive 2.3-meter frame, lowered his head with horns forward and performed a Savage Charge.
With a Strength bonus second only to Lin Li in the entire server, a single headbutt sent the foremost veteran Orc flying over ten meters with a shattered sternum.
[Wanna Sleep with Slaanesh] knelt on one knee and blasted an off-road vehicle with an RPG.
He casually tossed aside the hot launcher, pulled out an axe, and rushed into the enemy ranks with the main force, shouting wildly.
In the center of the battlefield, a humanoid meat grinder was operating efficiently.
Flash carried a glowing hot-melt greatsword, weaving flexibly through the chaotic army.
A strong greenskin raised a cleaver to strike down, but Flash didn't retreat; instead, he slid forward to get close and swung the greatsword upward.
"Sizzleβ"
The glowing red blade met no resistance, directly severing the greenskin's wrist.
The thousands of degrees of heat instantly carbonized the wound, so not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Immediately after, Flash pierced its heart with a backhand thrust.
On the other side of the battlefield, an odd duo attracted many gazes.
A Crocodileman player over two meters tall, covered in hard green scales, named [I, Lu Bu, a Loyal Minister of the Han], held a terrifyingly shaped crescent blade in both hands and wore heavy metal armor.
An orc's iron hammer struck his shoulder heavily, but Lu Bu didn't even blink. He swung his blade back in a horizontal sweep, cutting the Orc Boyz in half at the waist.
Blood splattered across his ferocious face.
Just as the Crocodileman drew the aggro of a dozen surrounding greenskins.
A small figure silently slid in from the greenskins' visual blind spot.
The ratman player [Playing Valorant Is Too Noisy] held a short spear with a reverse grip and precisely stabbed it into an orc's knee pit. As the opponent knelt down, his dagger smoothly slit its throat.
"Brother Crocodile, you're awesome! Your tanking is top-notch!"
The ratman shouted excitedly,
"I'll handle the backstabbing and looting! We split the points!"
The Crocodileman kicked away a lunging Squig and said coldly, "Don't get in the way of my positioning."
Although the greenskins were numerous, their numerical advantage couldn't be used in this narrow terrain.
The rubble caused by the landslide not only blocked their vehicles' charge but also forced them to huddle together, becoming sitting ducks in the players' crossfire.
In the rear, within the Nomads' position.
Only the sound of the north wind blowing across the sand could be heard.
Talos's hand, which had been tightly gripping his large-caliber rifle, had loosened at some point.
He didn't even realize his lower lip had been bitten until blood dripped onto the sand from his chin.
The six hundred Nomad warriors behind him, who had been prepared to die, were now all like wooden or clay statues, staring blankly at the battlefield ahead.
They heard the earth-shattering roar when the cannons fired, and they saw the flying machines in the sky spitting out tongues of death.
But what shocked them the most were the human soldiers charging at the very front.
This wasn't a war at all.
In the eyes of the Nomads, those people in crude exoskeletons didn't have the slightest fear of death; instead, they were like a group of lunatics attending a wasteland carnival.
They were hacking and slashing at the terrifying orcs while shouting crazy things that were completely incomprehensible.
"I tagged this low-HP mob first! No one steal my first kill!"
"This leg is sturdy, quick, quick! Chop off the legs of these greenskins, we'll give them to Lao Ba as ingredients tonight!"
"Don't block the line of sight in front! Manage your vision! Lure that BOSS with the big axe over here!"
When facing a greenskin tide that would make any wastelanders tremble with fear, these people's first reaction wasn't fear, but evaluating the value of the materials on the monsters with glowing eyes!
Someone even pulled out a cube-shaped device in the middle of the chaos and kept posing with the greenskin corpses.
Talos felt his soul receive a violent blow.
He had originally thought these people were novices who hadn't seen blood, and he had thought his death today would be the noblest sacrifice on this wasteland.
But now, looking at this group of humans who talked and laughed in a sea of blood and viewed death as coming home, an unprecedented sense of awe welled up from the bottom of his heart.
His despair and pride were crushed to pieces in the face of absolute fire suppression and this bottomless madness.
"What... what is this??"
Talos murmured to himself.
At that moment, his desperate belief that he only intended to use his life to stall for time collapsed.
In its place was fear and curiosity toward this mysterious force and the lord in the Red Power Armor.
Meanwhile.
Behind the war-torn front lines, in a safe zone hundreds of meters away, there was a scene of bustling construction.
The roar of artillery and the vibration of pile drivers were mixed together.
"One, two, three! Lift!"
A construction player, shirtless and wearing a yellow hard hat produced from the Matter Constructor, waved architectural blueprints.
Several natives were operating crude electric pile drivers, pounding thick alloy steel pillars into the foundation of the dry riverbed.
The mixer made a rumbling roar as large amounts of sand, stone, and cement were mixed together.
"Pour it! Fast! While the brothers in front have the mobs stuck, build up the wall foundation for me!"
Under the reflection of the war flames, a heavy cement wall foundation was rising from the ground at a visible speed.
Everything seemed to be moving in the best direction; the greenskin offensive was contained, and the prototype of the fortress was emerging.
Lin Li, sitting on a heavy electric motorcycle behind the lines, looked at the battle reports constantly coming in on his terminal. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a sound from the sky.
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