The numbered ones who had regained their strength went crazy, and while many of them were wounded by machine guns and tank guns, others managed to close in on the Contractors' chariots and began to open the juicy tin cans in various ways to feast on their prey. The straight-up energy skills aren't very good at dealing with the tank's armor defenses, but a variety of variants make up for it. For example, ignoring physical protection and directly acting on the enemy's spiritual magic and magic skills, penetrating long-range attacks, and corrosion attributes and tearing attributes such as direct armor piercing and other restraint methods, which make the contractors who thought it was very safe to hide in the tank suffer enough.

Hu Bin saw that a sturdy numbered man was actually carrying a big shield and an M4, and the most speechless thing was that the Sherman tank, which had at least 300 horsepower and was moving at full speed, was actually pushed back. Hu Bin estimated that the numbered person had a shield strike skill, as a practical skill, the warrior union would clearly mark the price of 50,000 gold coins, and Hu Bin might not be able to help but exchange it if it wasn't for his fighting style and not allowing him to match the shield.

The previous batch of reinforced tanks were staring at the battlefield, but they didn't expect to be beaten in front of the furious numberers. The people who have survived until now are all veteran numberers who have experienced at least five or six years of combat experience in the three mission worlds, and they are not at all quick cannon fodder who have been quickly promoted, and they have experienced at least one big scene, and they have no feeling of discomfort at all in frontal melee of such intensity, and they can even form a complementary combination with other numberers.

Behind the glamour there is also a heavy pay, and many numberers have been hit by enemy fire. Although with the ability of the senior numberer, even if he is shot head-on, he may not be killed, but injuries are inevitable. Magic and magic are most effective against enemies in tanks, but these weaker mages are tormented by those machine guns and have to focus most of their energy on their own protection, although they also have a lot of regular companions to help them, but they still have a hard time letting go of their firepower, and mana and magic power are also one of the conditions that constrain them.

Golem Ente's performance in the melee can be described as the most eye-catching. In some ways, he is more like a tank than a tank. The Rampaging Ente attack on the battlefield is simple but effective, using the enemy's body to block the gun line of other tanks for himself, then raising his hard, thick arms to resist the sporadic shells, then approaching the pre-selected target, and then using all kinds of brutal means to concoct it wantonly. The battlefield was littered with the wreckage of a torn, hammered, and overturned tank, all of which were the result of being close to Ent. Hu Bin was very satisfied with Ente's efficiency. Because the tankmen who fell into his hands never got out of the tank alive, Hu Bin's spatial prompts began to swipe the screen to reveal that the contractors and Allied tankmen had been killed.

However, Ente's efficient killing did not last long, and the Contractors who quickly reacted began to concentrate their fire on the massive Golem. And no longer shy away from the shielding of friendly forces. Soon Ente's arms were covered with warheads that were deeply stuck in them. And the cracks in the obsidian's arms are getting denser.

The contractors whose combat vehicles were damaged were not broilers waiting to be tortured, they were on par with the numbered ones in terms of physical fitness, and they also carried a large number of anti-tank rockets and grenades, which detonated the bits and pieces of their bodies when they were close to them. Some of the numberers who recklessly took up their ideas quickly enjoyed the baptism of explosives, leading to the later numberers preferring to use more energy and long-range skills than trying to get close to these madmen.

Stallone is too addicted to killing in this melee. As an Assassin-type numberer who is a follower of the Goddess of Deception and Lies, he can always dodge the attacks of the guns with his increased body speed and various jumping and dodging skills, and finally pierce the armor of the tank with a powerful and corrosive finishing move, directly assassinating the contractor inside. But that wasn't enough to make him feel at home on the battlefield, and fighting with Hu Bin showed him how happy it was to have a strong teammate by his side.

Hu Bin, who has not been promoted for a long time, is very close to the edge of promotion. As a person who stepped into the expert level, although he did not comprehend the momentum to achieve a qualitative change in strength. However, his skillful skills and abundant energy make him strong enough to dominate the warriors of his class. With the support of such strength, coupled with the sharpness of the holy sword, Hu Bin's every attack on those iron cans was extraordinarily effective. After first cutting off the tracks, then cutting off the long barrel, and completely destroying the tank's mobility, the crew inside was handed over to Stallone, the assassination master, to deal with.

Stallone was willing to lift the top of the tank with a dagger, still hold a bottle of poison that he had carefully concocted, and then listen to the panicked screams of the contractors and other indigenous tankers, although the consequence of this was that he had to personally search for the trophies of the two from a pile of rotten meat, but Stallone still enjoyed it.

"In addition to lies and intrigue, killing through poison and throat cutting can also please Her Highness the Goddess." In the face of Hu Bin's perverted gaze, Stallone defended with a smile on his face, allowing Hu Bin to discover the other side of his collapse, and also making him glad that he did not put up a god who was biased towards the evil camp.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, after the initial panic and passivity, the contractors finally began to turn around, relying on the surviving tanks to organize a dense network of fire, calling for the support of the aboriginal army that they had left behind. However, the numberers fell into a state of weakness after the outbreak of the first wave, whether it was machine gun bullets or artillery shells, there was a great threat to the numberers, in order to defend against these attacks, each numberer had to open their defensive skills to the extreme, and the continuous consumption of energy made them unable to hold out for too long, which was fatal for a protracted war.

"Retreat!" Hu Bin informed Ente to run away in the spiritual contact, and the stone giant's iconic size exposed his intention to retreat, and the numbered people present were not fools, as soon as they saw the main force of the front-line battle make this gesture, they all knew that it was time to get enough money to run away, and they all began to disperse and withdraw to their own positions.

This made the contractors who had just distanced themselves and prepared to fight back feel the cunning of the enemy. The tank controlled by the contractor tried to pursue the retreating numberers, but was caught by several numberers covering the retreat, one was killed by a penetrating arrow, and the other was smeared with a ball of acid, which not only corroded the barrel, but also blew up the chamber. However, this encounter did not stop the enemy's pursuit, and soon the retreating numbered men were subjected to continuous fire from the pursuing artillery.

Hu Bin was unlucky enough to be blown away by a grenade during his retreat, although he was not greatly injured under the protection of the Holy Shield Technique. But the set of plate armor on his body was finally blown up. casually tore off the plate armor that had not many pieces of armor left, but Hu Bin found that he was only delayed for a while, and was left behind by most of the other numberers, which made him feel the urge to scold his mother, but the increasingly dense artillery fire made him have no time to worry about these things.

Although the big Ente was not slow, he received an order from Hu Bin to slightly attract enemy fire on the way to cover the retreat of the other numberers, so he was always in the rear of the numberers' team. Seeing that his master was lagging behind, he hurriedly ran over and threw Hu Bin on his shoulder. Then he covered Hu Bin with both hands and ran forward at a speed, causing the other backward numberers to speed up.

Fortunately, although the German army in this area was defeated by the Allies, it still retained a considerable strength. Not far from the battlefield where the numberers were sniping at the enemy was a German position. All numbered individuals retreated there following a predetermined escape route.

The soldiers on the German position were taken aback when they saw the uniformly numbered men, but they still recognized them as their own, but they could no longer calm down when the steel torrent in the distance, but they still came back to their senses when they saw their allies being pursued by the enemy.

The numbered ones who jumped into the trenches did not have time to catch their breath and immediately laid out their various weapons. The aboriginal warriors in the trenches stared at the strangely dressed allies in amazement, unable to figure out where the rockets and grenadiers came from. With the previous preparation. When the field guns were released from the backpacks by the numberers, the German soldiers were already a little numb, and some even began to look forward to whether more powerful weapons and equipment would appear from the hands of the numberers, after all, in the face of a menacing enemy, no number of weapons is too much.

This is the second meal left for the contractors in the plans of the numberers: a positional warfare defense system consisting of many field guns, anti-tank rockets, and anti-tank minefields. This line of defense was chosen by all the numberers. They paid a lot of money to put themselves into this line of defense, and the large number of field guns alone cost a huge amount of space gold. Not to mention the anti-tank mines that are almost all over the front line and those anti-tank rockets that support the Indigenous soldiers.

Crippling the contractors where they do best is a plan made by the numberers, and since the space gives these things on the exchange list, the numberers are not prepared to waste them. Anyway, they have already lost money on this task, but the face of the numberer must not be lost here, with this mentality, the numberers finally let go of the budget restrictions, and exchanged the capital they saved for a real guy who can fight.

Ente is still a bright light on the battlefield, and his sleek figure is destined to attract everyone's attention since he appeared. Stallone covered his face helplessly, he fully understood the tangled expressions on the faces of the other numberers, and anyone would have such expressions when they saw the new toy in Golem's hand. Unty's unscrupulous master spent a fortune on a 105-caliber anti-tank gun for him and frantically modified it, now like a rifle on his shoulder. Hu Bin stood on Golem's shoulder with a toothpick-like sniper rifle, calibrating the fire of Ente, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

When the enemy tanks lined up as if they were about to charge, the numberers did reinvent their minds, but the numberers seemed to have overlooked the important point that the contractors did have a considerable advantage in the field of weapons and equipment.

The artillery fire covered the entire defensive line, frustrating the calculations of the numberers, and if the previous battle was a surprise attack by the numberers, then the attack launched by the contractors at this time was undoubtedly prepared. The well-arranged minefield was blown up by grenades fired by large-caliber artillery, and the field guns laid on the positions could not escape the doom of destruction, but fortunately, the numberers who found that something was wrong reacted quickly and immediately put most of the field guns back into their backpacks again, so that these expensive weapons of war were not eliminated in one pot.

The bombed-out position finally held out until the enemy's artillery fire ceased, but then came the smoke and dust from the collective rush of the frontal tank cluster. This time, the contractors seemed to have enlightened themselves, and handed over the task of leading the battle to the aboriginal forces, and they were afraid that the numberers would attack again with the same fierce attack as before, so they simply sat in the rear and waited for the enemy to be exhausted by their own army.

The encounter began with an anti-tank mine, and the unfortunate M4 was immediately paralyzed on the spot, almost being rear-ended by friendly vehicles moving forward in the rear, causing all Allied vehicles to immediately slow down. Looking at the tragic situation on the front line, the contractors were glad that they did not take the lead themselves, but a temporary mission from the Lord God forced them to go to the battlefield immediately.

The numberers are about to leave this mission world, and thanks to the restrictions given by the space on the last day, the numberers who are active on the battlefield everywhere have added to the blockage of the contractors. Feeling that the advantage he had won before was showing signs of being equalized by space, the main god slightly urged the subordinate contractors, and indeed only slightly urged it.

"Kill at least one before the intruder flees." The contractors who had already killed the numbered ones breathed a sigh of relief, and the contractors who had not yet been accounted for were completely crazy when they saw the improvised mission. The rewards are huge, but the penalties are terrifying. When the word "obliteration" appears in a mission punishment, it means that a never-ending battle begins.

The Allied tank group, which had managed to find a safe path by numbers, was immediately attacked by heavy anti-tank fire when it approached the German position, and the first few tanks were instantly damaged by dense shells, and the follow-up tanks were also hit by rockets. But none of this was enough to organize the enemy's frantic advance, and the loss of nearly half of the vehicles in just five minutes was exchanged for another hand-to-hand encounter between the Contractors and the Numberers, and this time, the Contractors who participated in the battle obviously would not let the Numberers escape again.

"Are they crazy?" When Stallone saw that the contractors had given up their plan to slowly consume them and rushed directly to the front line, he couldn't help but shout. Hu Bin also felt the abnormality of the contractors on the other side, if when they pursued them before, the contractors still showed the fighting spirit after being annoyed and angry, but at this time it can be said that they are completely crazy.

The heavy cannon in Ente's hand undoubtedly shined in the first five minutes of the battle, and then attracted enough hatred that its place was baptized by countless shells, and finally turned into a pile of crumbling rubble. However, Ente's master Hu Bin no longer had the energy to take care of him, and Hu Bin, who relied on Ente's thick body to block the gun, had been targeted and was facing the stalk of several artillery. Not only Hu Bin, but all the numbered people who exposed their positions were attacked by the enemy, especially the chariots controlled by the contractors, and even let the rockets of the German aboriginal soldiers ignore it, and they also wanted to make their attacks a threat to the numberers.

This style of play also angered the numberers, who did not hesitate to rush out of the trenches and attack the enemy who were close at hand.

Half an hour later, most of the numbered people had exhausted their last ounce of energy, and casualties were piling up by this time. It wasn't like they hadn't thought about retreating, but several times the Contractors had noticed and stopped them, as if they were afraid they would run away.

The numberers could not understand the thoughts of the contractors, the battle here had clearly tilted in favor of the numberers, and the retreat was just a move by the numberers to reduce casualties, but the contractors were pestering them like they had taken the wrong medicine, as if they were going to fight until the last moment.