Chapter 705.2: Elite Troops?!

Hearing this, the commander nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

So while they were still cowering in the trenches, the six guns General Alyang had given this idiot had already been blown up.

Attempting counter fire without forward observers to correct fire... He has to be insane or stupid.

Even if he guessed where the New Alliance artillery was, does this pig know where his own shells are landing?!

“Prince Dilip, if this continues, no matter how many men we have it won’t be enough...” the commander gritted his teeth and sighed, “Please allow us to withdraw first..”

Before he could finish, the man on the other end exploded like a rat whose tail had been stepped on, shrieking, “No retreat! You are soldiers of the Empire, this is the moment to show loyalty to His Majesty! Are your oaths nothing but trash?!”

“It’s only 600 meters! Charge! Before nightfall, I want to see our flag flying atop the Governor’s Manor!”

Hearing the utterly unrealistic order, the commander finally lost control and shouted into the radio, “Prince Dilip! This isn’t your backyard, it’s the frontline! The frontline! New Alliance machine guns are pointed straight at our faces! Forget 600 meters, we can’t even push through 60 meters Why don’t you come to the front yourself and see what kind of hell this really is?!”

“I said no retreat!” Prince Dilip screamed hysterically over the channel. He absolutely refused to believe such a short distance could stop an entire battalion.

To him, it was only 600 meters. Even if one man fell per meter, they could still push straight through. Once the New Alliance machine-gun positions were taken out, his remaining four battalions could surge like a tsunami and crush the defenders in the Governor’s Manor.

Not waiting for the commander to retort, he continued roaring, “And are you pigs?! Who told you to charge straight into their firing slits? Can’t you use your brains and infiltrate through side alleys, ”

“There aren’t any buildings left! The New Alliance demolished everything here! I’ve said it a dozen times, there isn’t a single house left! They even hauled away most of the rubble!” the commander roared back, no longer caring about rank or manners.

Morale had fallen to rock bottom. Soldiers lying behind cover no longer even dared to raise their heads to return fire.

If he ordered them to die like this again, he feared he would be shot by mutineers before his unit was wiped out.

Holding the radio, Prince Dilip stared wide-eyed, unable to believe either the insolent tone or the news he was hearing.

He wasn’t deaf.

From the very start of the battle, reports from the front had said the New Alliance evacuated residents near the Governor’s Manor and demolished their homes.

Yet in his original conception, even if no intact buildings remained, there would still be plenty of rubble and uneven earth.

They were not as good as trenches, perhaps, but surely enough to cover an infantry advance.

It should have been...

“How is that possible...” Prince Dilip’s voice trembled, an involuntary note of panic creeping into his carefully maintained tone.

The commander bellowed in fury, “What do you mean impossible! Artillery blasts, demolition charges, sledgehammers, even ropes to pull down beams, what kind of trash houses do you think those poor bastards lived in?! Do you think their dog kennels were poured with concrete like the Governor’s Manor?! Leave them alone and they would collapse on their own!”

“Those maggots, those cunning rats... how dare they, how dare they stand with the New Alliance! I’ll slaughter them!” A pained groan escaped Prince Dilip’s throat.

Even if that was his first time stepping from a sand table onto a real battlefield, he knew well that the emotion of defeat spread among soldiers like a plague.

Though he racked his brain and found no solution, he knew he could not hesitate any longer. He had to do something before his command collapsed.

If the line broke, the consequences would be unimaginable!

“You pull back first and switch in the second unit. Wait, hold on a bit longer before the second unit takes over. You must keep the line intact!”

Hearing that softened tone, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief, the heart lodged in his throat at last dropping back into his chest.

Though the man’s orders were vague, changing mid-sentence even, he roughly understood. As long as they could withdraw and regroup, everything else could be discussed.

Silently praying for the comrades who would take their place, he hung up, shoved the radioman aside, and shouted toward the frontline, “Hold on! Reinforcements will be here to relieve us soon...”

The unfinished latter half of the sentence froze in the commander’s throat. The instant he turned his gaze toward the flank, sheer terror was stamped across his entire face.

A gigantic crab four to five meters tall was advancing on metallic mechanical legs, skirting a line of collapsed ruins as it charged straight into their flank.

What the hell is that thing?!

Bewilderment was written all over the commander’s face.

Two thick, elongated barrels, or perhaps cannon barrels, extended forward from above the powerful claws, aiming from afar at a point not far ahead of him, the Wolffolk soldiers pinned behind the rubble, unable to move.

The scene was so overwhelming that the Y-2 drones flying tight to the giant crab’s sides, the Hellhound unmanned vehicles, and the dozen or so soldiers in exoskeleton fully armed to the teeth beside it all seemed negligible by comparison.

Before he could react, the twin barrels spewed long tongues of flame, pouring savage firepower onto his troops!

Bang, bang, bang!

There wasn’t even time for screams. Dozens of soldiers hiding behind cover were instantly crushed together with the cover in front of them, reduced to fragments and pulp.

Shell casings poured continuously from the breeches, clattering to the ground, and with them fell shattered bodies torn apart piece by piece.

Confusion turned into terror, not only for the commander directing his troops, but for every soldier firing from behind cover.

They had never faced something so damn scary!

The bullets fired from their rifles basically tickled it. They were utterly ineffective, while under the relentless output of those barrels, their cover was as fragile as paper.

Soldiers carrying rocket launchers were pinned down by concentrated fire, unable to raise their heads. Others were identified by drones screaming overhead and had their heads blown off.

The New Alliance had deployed far more than a single Emperor Crab, even though most people’s attention had been stolen by that conspicuous behemoth.

Six Emperor Crab amphibious all-terrain armors, each covering a mechanized infantry squad, launched attacks from six different directions.

In just a few breaths’ time, the flank of Prince Dilip’s first battalion collapsed like an avalanche, ripped open with a gaping hole.

Unable to restrain their fear any longer, soldiers crouching behind cover ignored their officers’ shouts and threats, throwing down their weapons and turning to flee.

They looked like rats scrambling blindly to escape.

“Ahhh!”

“Monster!”

“Devils! The New Alliance has summoned devils!”

What shattered was not only the defensive line beneath their feet, but also the deepest line in their hearts, the confidence and arrogance that had come from nowhere.

At that moment, they only wished the Wolf God had given them two more legs, so they could run even faster from the hellish place. The despair and terror carried by the fleeing rout crashed headlong into the second battalion, which was advancing toward the front with chests out and heads high.

No one could believe what they were seeing, until those ferocious Emperor Crabs chased the fleeing allies right into their faces...

...

Just as the Xilande Empire’s trump card unit was being beaten into a headlong rout, Prop Master, who was leading the third company to attack the flank, discovered that his six mechanized squads had turned from a flanking force into a front-line assault unit.

The troops whose flank they bit into barely put up any real resistance, throwing down their weapons and turning tail to run.

As a result, the ambush meant to envelop and annihilate that battalion came to nothing, and instead they slammed straight into another battalion rushing in as reinforcements.

Those Wolffolk soldiers were ruthless too, perfectly demonstrating what it meant to smash one’s head against a steel plate, charging headlong into firefights with New Alliance players in narrow alleys, utterly unprepared.

At first, Prop Master planned to pull his squads back, dragging these thick-headed Wolffolk toward the Governor’s Manor position held by the second company to harvest their lives. But these guys were just too bad. They dared to charge without even a single armored unit that posed a threat, and the moment they realized they couldn’t chew through the hard bone in front of them, they collapsed into another chaotic retreat.

They were practically feeding him kills. If he didn’t bite, he would be mocked by his teammates for a week.

Seeing the Xilande Empire’s reinforcements at the front also begin to rout, Prop Master pressed a hand to his helmet and roared over the team channel.

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