The battle began suddenly. A large group of well-trained rebels pounced on the nuclear plant under the cover of tanks.

They first fired a round of accurate mortar fire preparation, which stunned the government soldiers.

"Fight back!" The commander of the garrison factory hurriedly called out to his men, set up machine guns and bazookas, and prepared to counterattack. At this time, another round of mortar shells came, and thick white smoke rolled up in front of the positions of the government troops.

"Smoke bombs! They are obscuring our vision. The government soldiers shouted, changing positions to gain the range of attack. When they finally got out of the smoke, rounds of accurate tank guns came to the rescue, beating these unstable government troops to the ground.

"It's a really well-organized offense." The Emperor praised: "Although the weapons in his hands are rudimentary, the artillery bombardment is very accurate, and the attack is orderly and layered. The level of training of the rebels in this country is quite good. ”

"It should be because of the guidance of a master." Xiao Yan also felt that this attack was quite good, and he was even more determined to watch from the side for a while, "Don't worry, there must be a backhand on the government army's side." ”

Just as everyone wanted to ask him what his backhand would be, several anti-tank missiles suddenly fired from inside the factory. The missiles came with a long trail and burst into one M60 tank, causing the other tanks to panic.

However, the level of use of anti-tank missiles by the government army was not good, and several valuable missiles went to the rebel infantry, killing and wounding many infantrymen, but several other tanks were able to locate the missiles.

"Boom, boom!" A dense burst of tank shelling neutralized the missile positions, and the rebel commandos shouted to attack again.

A few government soldiers who had survived the shelling struggled to get out of the rubble and saw tanks rumbling towards them. The soldiers frantically returned fire, and the bullets from their rifles clanged on the tank armor and were useless.

Seeing that the attack had no effect, the government soldiers got up and tried to flee. The rebel infantry, who followed the tanks, fired a dense rain of bullets, and the government soldiers were immediately knocked to the ground.

Three M60 tanks of the rebels stormed the dilapidated factory wall and fired their rooftop machine guns at the government forces behind the lines, which were already in disarray.

"It's already on the wall. Lord Thorn. A rebel commander reported to the black-robed man sitting in the headquarters.

"Boom!" Before the words fell, an M60 burst into the camp and exploded into a ball of fire.

"The infantry keeps up." The commander screamed, and the ruins of the outer wall blocked the infantry from advancing and distanced them from their tanks. Tanks that had just crossed the ruins of the wall were randomly fired at by anti-tank missiles from both sides.

Two of the three tanks that broke into the camp were destroyed in an instant, one of which was hit by a missile through the right side of the hull, detonating the ammunition in the car, and in an instant it turned into a huge fireball, and even the turret flew 30 meters away.

The commander of the M60 in the middle was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and an RPG shot hit the tank in the face, blowing up a piece of reactive armor.

"Reverse! Reverse! The captain yelled at the driver, who was also terrified, and fell straight onto the small slope of the ruins.

"Boom!" An RPG flew in, and it was supposed that it would not be able to penetrate the frontal armor of the tank, but the tail of the two reversing tanks had been warped to the ruins, and there was an angle of 30 degrees to the ground. This RPG hit the driver's canopy of the M60 and pierced through the not thick cover, and the unlucky driver was beaten into a mess of minced meat on the spot, and the tank stopped.

The commander jumped out of the roof hatch and collided head-on with his own infantry, and before they could stagger their bodies, a fiery hail of machine-gun bullets swept them in two.

"Oh." One of the contractors jumped in anger as he watched his infantry and tanks strewn across the field in front of a not-so-tall ruin, "Let the madman fight!" I can't take it down until it gets dark. ”

The Contractors of the Arcane Magic Society don't know if the Federation has come to support here, they only know that they must take the power plant as soon as possible, and then go to the damned white-robed mage to receive a hefty reward.

An old man with a hunched body appeared on the battlefield, his skin was the color of dead gray, his eyes were sunken, his lips were sunken and his teeth were barely visible, and he was at least 80 years old.

One of the government snipers took aim at the old man, but if he left it alone, he seemed to fall to the side of the road and die. The sniper pouted, letting his observer look for another target.

There are three slashes on the wall next to him, indicating that he has killed three enemies today. Observers quickly found a fourth target, a rebel infantryman desperately fleeing.

"3 o'clock direction, 200 meters away. Wind speed none. The observer quickly pointed to the target, and the sniper immediately put the sniper scope on the hapless man.

"Phew!" After missing a shot, this deserter was very experienced, changing his speed and angle from time to time, so that the sniper's first shot missed.

"Cut," the sniper spat out the grass roots in his mouth, estimated the route of the deserter, and held his breath for another shot.

"Phew!" The deserter fell in response.

"Let you run." The sniper triumphantly drew another slash.

"It's weird." The observer muttered.

"What's the matter?"

"The old man is gone, just now it was not far from the direction of 3 o'clock."

"Hmph, most likely a madman, he fell in the sand halfway through."

"No, it's just a moment." The observer muttered, shifting his vision around. His high-powered binoculars and scopes are able to clearly spot hidden enemies in the vicinity, and he is responsible for guarding and searching for targets while his companions are sniping.

The observer hand turned his vision again, and suddenly a face like an old tree root appeared in front of the camera, and lifeless eyes stared directly at him.

"Ahh The observer was startled, and the telescope was thrown to the ground.

"What's the situation!"

"He's here, he's still in front!" The observer shouted in panic.

"You're all right." The sniper looked at his companion impatiently, wondering if he was crazy. Suddenly, the observer jumped up, pointed at the sniper's back and opened his mouth wide.

"What are you going to say?" The sniper turned his head to see the face of an old man as if it had been buried in a grave for 1,000 years, withered like tree bark, staring at him.

"Ahhhh The sniper screamed in fright, and subconsciously turned his body to aim the sniper rifle at the monster behind him.

A powerful force came, and the sniper felt that the barrel of his gun could not move at all, as if it had been stepped on by a war elephant. An off-white arm squeezed the sniper's throat with lightning speed.

"Click!"

The observer picked up the submachine gun next to him and fired angrily, the bullet struck the sniper's body full of blood, but the gray old man grabbed the sniper's neck as if nothing happened, and devoured his flesh and blood.

"Devil!" The observer threw his rifle and turned around and fled from cover.

(End of chapter)