Kapil is a werewolf.

For as long as he could remember, his parents had repeatedly told him the teachings of the wolf gods, telling him how united the wolves were, how fierce and brave they were, how tireless they were, and how invincible they were. There was a time when wolves roaming the wasteland were the main threat to the survivors of Borneo......

In the end, the survivors won, but it was not easy, and in honor of their worthy opponent, and in order to inherit their bravery, they planted a totem for their god in the City of a Thousand Pillars, hoping to inherit its favor and blessings.

From that moment on, the wolf god had its first people.

And those blessed by the wolf god are not only born warriors, but also the pride of the empire, they are born to fight, kill and plunder.

For this reason, Kapil is always proud of his identity as a wolf clan, and he strives to become an emperor all the time.

The hard work paid off, with sufficient nutrition and exposure from a young age, he stood out from tens of thousands of peers who signed up to join the army, first was selected to enter the recruit camp for training, and then because of the new barracks. Outstanding performance, was assigned to the Gray Wolf Army, which directly belonged to His Majesty, and was trained as a reserve officer.

Not all werewolves have the opportunity to join the Gray Wolf Army, and not all werewolves can become officers in this ace division.

He was the pride of his parents, and even more so of his people, and the person who bestowed him this glory was none other than the great Witch Silan, the supreme emperor.

He vowed to bring glory to His Majesty in gratitude for the Emperor's grace, and to make more military achievements, and even become a general above the ten thousand.

Now, he has finally waited for this opportunity - to show his loyalty to His Majesty with his wolf-like will to fight!

And yet, at this moment—

The sight that caught his eye made despair imprint in his eyes.

"Rush up ——!"

The ears deafened by the shells faded into blindness, replaced by the hoarse roar of the commander, the chaotic footsteps, and the tidal wave of shouts and screams.

The situation in front of him was not only unexpected by him.

It was even more unexpected by everyone.

The cramped slums on the map seemed to have vanished, and the mud houses and shacks had been demolished to the ground, leaving only a single piece of bricks and rubble.

He didn't know what magic the iron men used, only that it only took them just over a week to remove the thousands of buildings that belonged here.

From the nearest bunker to the Governor's Palace, which stood on high ground, there was a clearing of nearly six hundred meters.

The open space was like an impassable moat, filled with nothing but broken bricks and construction debris.

Bypassing the moat from both sides would have to be flanked by a flanking attack from the direction of Camp Lowell, or the only way to swim a little further along the coastline.

That would be even more impractical than rushing through the distance of 600 meters.

Moreover, they are already standing here.

There is no choice but to move forward.

The shouts of battle sounded again, and again and again the soldiers with rifles struck at the out-of-reach Doge's Palace, and then fell down in patches like crushed wheat without any suspense.

The rain of bullets was like the blades of a chainsaw rolling, and looking at the bloody battlefield, Kapil felt like his heart was almost jumping out of his throat.

It was the first time he felt that life was so small, and it was the first time that he saw the fear on the faces of his comrades beside him.

It's not a battle at all -

It's like sending you to death!

In the blink of an eye, a team of 100 has been wiped out.

Lying on the ground of rotten bricks, the friendly troops were immobilized by the machine guns on the roof of the Doge's Palace, either wailing in pain or squirming forward with difficulty.

There was simply no cover around that would cover their continued advance.

Only the corpses of allies were scattered all over the ground

Body......

The rifles in the city were fired in the direction of the Doge's Palace, but they did not do anything to suppress the long-prepared firing point.

The Coalition soldiers welded steel shields to their machine guns, not to mention the heavy armor they were wearing.

Seeing that the previous team of 100 was almost wiped out, the commander turned his gaze to them behind him, and then shouted loudly.

"Quick! Rush for me!!"

Looking at the impassable position and the beaten allies crawling all over the ground, Kapil's eyes glistened with fear.

However, the order to attack had been given, and if he dared to hesitate for a moment, a fate worse than death awaited him.

In the end, this is the path he chooses for himself.

Kapil gritted his teeth, struggling to overcome the fear in his chest, and squeezed a roar of rage out from between his clenched teeth.

"For the ——! of the Empire"

In the sparse roar that Lala responded to, he emptied his brain and howled desperately out of the bunker, carrying the ten comrades who followed him.

However, he had only just taken the first step when he was blown away by a mortar shell that had landed not far from him, and he lay on the ground like a rag.

The same is true of the teammates behind him, more than 20 years of sweat and

Pride turned into a thick pool of blood, scribbled on the broken bricks on the ground......

……

Kapil and his men weren't the first werewolves to shed their blood for the Empire in this campaign, and it was clear that they weren't the last.

The new round of shelling landed in the slum six hundred meters in front of the governor's palace, engulfing the gray wolf soldiers who were crouching near the earthen houses and firing and had just crossed the bunker to launch a new assault.

There are still hundreds of houses that have not had time to be demolished.

However, the residents who lived there had already withdrawn with the demolition money, and the rest were guys with guns, and the coalition could fire freely.

At the same time, the machine-gun fire points deployed on the roof of the Governor's Palace and the courtyard wall began to vent their ferocious firepower, and the bullets seemed to be inexhaustible, and the gunfire suddenly rang out non-stop.

The pride of the wolf people fell in pieces, and in the blink of an eye, another team of 100 people was crushed to death on the battlefield covered with broken bricks and blood.

The trailing light was like a torrential rain, and the lives of soldiers here could be counted in almost seconds.

The rat boy who had sworn to the Iron Men had made good on his promise to have the soldiers of the Empire fight on rotten bricks.

At this moment, the 1,000-man team responsible for attacking the Governor's Palace was in the dilemma of being targeted, and they had already left behind more than 500 corpses, but they did not achieve any results except for consuming some ammunition from the Alliance.

"Damn! I remember it was a slum!"

Looking at the machine guns that continued to fire, the commander who was hiding behind an earthen house cursed.

He had a loop of gauze wrapped around his forehead and a steel helmet he had just picked up, and a shrapnel had scratched his forehead and nearly sent him away.

Originally, it was planned that they only needed to rush through one street, and at most they would only need to pay two or three hundred casualties to engage the soldiers of the alliance in hand-to-hand combat.

Now, however, a street no more than a few paces wide has been stretched into a 600-meter road to death.

Not only did they not have the cover of armored units, but they did not even have the necessary artillery fire to attack the fortification, but they were overwhelmed by the artillery and machine guns of the Alliance.

"We've already lost more than half of our casualties! There is no difference between fighting like this and sending us to death, we need cover for shelling! Repeat! We need support!" Finding a communications soldier with a radio on his back, the commander grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted again.

Ten minutes ago he was calling for shelling.

Prince Dilip personally promised him that the artillery bombardment in the rear was being prepared and that it would soon fall on the enemy's positions, and urged him to attack as soon as possible.

However, seeing his subordinates all

The fight was almost over, but the cannonball still didn't fall for a long time, and his mood at the moment was like being beeped by a dog.

The rustling of electricity sounded for a moment, followed by an embarrassed voice coming from the earpiece.

"I'm scheduling...... Damn, what is that stupid thing Alayan doing! Lao Tzu shouted artillery for a long time, why didn't he even see the shadow of a shell......

Listening to the nonsense that came down the telephone line, the commander only felt a tingling in his scalp, but he couldn't tell this guy.

He swallowed, his voice trembling as he reminded.

"Your Excellency...... Where's your direct artillery team?"

The Alliance's firepower was too fierce, and it was accurate, and if they couldn't fire a few shots, they would have to retract into the hole again, and it was really difficult to support them.

It's really not possible to let the trucks lead the artillery to the city and shoot directly in the direction of the governor's palace to level the direct fire than to be in a hurry here.

He was about to make such a proposal, but there was silence on the other end of the radio for a moment, but a vague answer came from the other side.

「…… Something went wrong when I countered the Alliance's artillery before, and I couldn't contact them for the time being, so I had to let that fool of Alayan find a way."

Hearing this, the commander almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

When they were still squatting in the trenches for a long time, the six cannons that General Alayan had given to the stupid pig were raised by the other side.

Counter enemy artillery without the help of front-line scouts to correct firepower......

This guy must be crazy.

Even if he had guessed where the Coalition's artillery positions were, did the pig know where his shells had landed!?

"Master Dilip, we just won't have enough of us at this rate......" The Commander gritted his teeth and said, "Please allow us to withdraw first—"

Before he could finish speaking, the guy on the other end of the communication channel jumped up like a mouse with its tail stepped on, and screamed.

"No retreat! You are soldiers of the Empire, and now is the time for you to be loyal to Your Majesty, are your oaths all paper to wipe your buttocks!"

"It's only 600 meters! Rush me up! Before it gets dark, I'll see the Twin Banners flying on the roof of the Governor's Palace!"

Hearing that unrealistic order, the commander could no longer contain the anger in his chest, and yelled loudly into the walkie-talkie.

"Master Dilip! This is not your backyard! It's the front line! It's the front line! The machine gun of the alliance is in our face, let alone 600 meters, even 600 meters we can't push it! Why don't you come to the front line and see what the hell this is all about?"

"Again, no retreat!"

Prince Dilip roared hysterically in the communication channel, not believing that he could stop a thousand-man team at this distance.

It's only 600 meters, and even if one meter is lying on one person, they can rush up to more than 400 people. As long as he knocked down the machine-gun fire points of the Alliance, the remaining four thousand-man teams in his hands could instantly crush the defenders in the Doge's Palace like a tsunami.

Without waiting for the commander to quibble, he continued to roar.

"And are you pigs?! Whoever told you to hit the Alliance's guns, you won't use your brains to weave through the alleys—"

"There's still a house here! The Alliance has already dismantled this place! How many times have I said that there is not a single house here! They even removed most of the wreckage of the building!" The commander roared angrily, and he no longer cared about his status.

Morale had been so low that the soldiers lying behind the bunkers had lost even the courage to poke their heads out and shoot at the Alliance.

In this case, if they are summoned to their deaths, I am afraid that before his command dies, he, a thousand-handed, will be promoted by those mutinous soldiers.

Prince Dilip, who was holding the phone, widened his eyes, unable to believe the offensive tone on the other end of the line, nor the news he had heard.

He is not deaf.

Although he had not been to the front line, from the very beginning of the battle he had heard reports from the front that the Coalition had evacuated the inhabitants near the Doge's Palace

Demolished their house.

However, in his original vision, even if there were no more complete houses left in that area, there would be a large number of architectural debris and undulating earth slopes left behind.

Although they are not as good as the trenches, it should be no problem to cover the infantry advance.

That's how it should be......

"How could it be ......," Prince Dilip's voice trembled, and there was a hint of panic in his tone of control.

The commander roared angrily.

"What's impossible! Bombarded with shelling, blown up with explosives, hammered with hammers and even pulled down beams with ropes, don't you know what rotten houses those poor ghosts live in?! You treat their kennel as if it were all poured out of concrete like the Doge's Palace?! Leave them alone, and they'll collapse on their own!"

"These maggots, cunning rats...... How dare they, dare to be on the side of the Alliance! I'm going to slaughter them!"

A groan of pain erupted from Prince Dilip's mouth.

Even if it was the first time he had walked from the sandbox to the real battlefield, he knew that the emotion of defeat would spread like a plague before the soldiers.

Although he couldn't think of the next step after racking his brains, he knew that he couldn't continue to hesitate and had to do something before the front line collapsed!

Once the line of defense collapses -

The consequences are unimaginable!

"You get down first...... Change to the second team. Wait, hold on a little longer before the second team goes up, and make sure to hold the line!"

Hearing that soft tone, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a heart hanging in his throat finally let go.

Although this guy's orders were vague and could even be changed twice in one sentence, he could probably understand what he meant.

As long as you can take it down and rest, it's easy to say.

Silently praying for the friendly troops on top, he hung up the phone and pushed away the communication soldier with the radio on his back, and shouted towards the frontline position.

"Hold on! Allies will soon come and take my place—"

The second half of the unfinished sentence froze in his throat, and the moment the commander cast his gaze on the flank of the position, his whole face was filled with horror.

I saw a giant crab four or five meters tall moving its metallic mechanical legs, going around a row of collapsed ruins and killing their flanks.

What's that?!

The Commander's face was dazed.

He saw two thick barrels, or barrels, sticking out from above the pair of sturdy chelicera, and aimed at him not far in front of him—the werewolf warriors who were prostrate behind dilapidated houses and shacks.

Because the scene in front of him was so shocking that the Y-2 drone, the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, and more than a dozen soldiers armed to the teeth with exoskeletons closely following the giant crab's side seemed negligible.

Before he could react, the two barrels erupted thick tongues of fire, pouring ferocious fire down his command!

"Bang Bang ——!"

I didn't even have time to scream.

Dozens of soldiers hiding behind the bunker were crushed to pieces and flesh in an instant, along with the bunker in front of them.

Bullet casings continued to fall from the receiver, clattering to the ground, along with the fragmented bodies.

The dazed expression turned into horror, not only the commander commanding at the front line, but also the soldiers who crouched behind the bunker and opened fire.

They've never fought with such a murderous guy!

The bullets fired from the Ripper's rifles tickled it and did nothing at all, and their bunkers were as fragile as papier-mâché in the face of the barrels that continued to output.

The soldier with the Iron Fist Bazooka was overwhelmed by the firepower, or was recognized and shot in the head by a drone whizzing overhead.

The Alliance is far more than just a "king crab" thrown into the battlefield, although most people's attention is drawn to the big eye-catching guy

Take it away.

Six "King Crab" amphibious all-terrain infantry armor, each covering six groups of mechanized infantry, launched an attack in six different directions.

In just a few breaths, the 1,000-man team under the command of Prince Dilip was torn open like an avalanche of defenses on the flanks.

Unable to contain the fear in their hearts any longer, the soldiers crouching behind the bunkers discarded their weapons and fled, despite the shouts and threats of their superiors.

That embarrassed look like a rat in a panic.

"Ahhh

"Monster!!"

"Devil! The Alliance has summoned the devil!"

It was not only the line of defense under their feet that was defeated, but also the line of defense in the deepest part of their hearts—the confidence and arrogance that came out of nowhere.

At this moment, they only hated that the wolf god had put two legs on them, and they couldn't escape from this ghost place faster.

The atmosphere of despair and fear followed the rout of the desert and ran into the 2,000-man squad running to the front with their chests held high.

None of them could believe what they were seeing, until the ferocious "king crabs" chased their allies' butts and killed them in front of them......

……

Just when the ace of the Xilan Empire was beaten to the head, the [prop belt division] who led the 300-man team to attack the flank of the position found that the six groups of mechanized squads under his command had actually changed from flank interspersed troops to front-line troops.

The emperor *** team who was bitten by them didn't even make a decent resistance, threw down their weapons and turned around and ran.

So much so that they who were going to steal their butts and encircle and annihilate this thousand-person team stole a loneliness, but instead collided with another thousand-person team that rushed to reinforce them.

These werewolf soldiers who made up for it were also ruthless, perfectly illustrating what it means to hit the steel plate with their heads, and they were unprepared to engage in a firefight with the players of the alliance in a small alley.

At first, the prop leader planned to let the squads retreat and pull this group of iron-headed wolf exterminators to the position of the Governor's Mansion held by the second team to harvest again, but they couldn't hold up these guys too much, and they dared to rush up without even an armored unit that was enough to pose a threat to them, and found that they couldn't gnaw the hard bones in their mouths and began to flee in a swarm.

The other party almost fed their heads into their mouths, and if he didn't take a bite, he was afraid that he would have to be buried by his teammates for a week.

Seeing that the reinforcements on the front line of the Xilan Empire also began to rout, the prop belt master reached out and pressed it on the helmet and shouted loudly in the whole team's channel.

"Attention ——! Units"

"Bounded by the location of the map line, everyone continues to move forward! Free Fire! Don't save ammo, give me a hard beating! Until you empty your magazines and go home!"

He was responded to by shouts of excitement.

"Roger!"

"Brothers, rush!"

"For the Alliance!!

"Whoa!"

As the order to attack was issued, the armor of the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry suddenly shook off the crab legs, and under the cover of the infantry, they crossed over the low shacks and pushed forward on a rampage.

Everyone was red-eyed.

In particular, intelligence players riding in the belly of a mechanical crab have a three-digit human head in their hands.

The quadcopter drone flying in front gives them a top-down view from above, and they only need to pull the trigger towards a place where there are people.

20 armor-piercing incendiary bombs with high-explosive shells, you don't even need to aim, as long as you go all the way recklessly, you're done.

The Imperial soldiers, who were blocked in the alleys, were beaten and dazed.

At first, they could see where the tracer was coming from, but then they were pressed to death without even seeing anyone.

"Hahahaha! Lao Tzu's Urgart is crazy!"

Listening to the strange laughter in the squad channel, several players who were advancing in concert next to him threw envious glances at the guy with his ass pouting.

"Damn, come down and play with me for a while!"

The intelligence player rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off! You think this thing can get on the bus by pressing F? Lao Tzu has also been training in Dawning City for a few days!"

While the men were talking, an iron-fisted bazooka suddenly emerged from the nearby alley and crashed into one of the mechanical legs impartially.

Perhaps because he was too pretending to be too forced, he couldn't even stand it, and the jet of metal coincidentally pierced through the power parts of the mechanical leg, and the crab was short and collapsed into the earthen house next to it unbalanced.

The Imperial soldier carrying the bazooka was quickly beaten into a sieve, but the large crab that had fallen on the ruins could not stand up as if it were drunk.

In the end, it is a testing machine that has just come out of the laboratory, and its overly avant-garde design makes it full of too many uncertainties.

Even if this thing performs in the test, even if it breaks three legs, it can't withstand the complicated situation on the battlefield.

Seeing that the soldiers of the empire were killed, the intelligence player, who was still pretending to be forced a second ago, suddenly shouted in a panic.

"! Sons, come and escort you!"

The players, who were already helping him set up his gun, heard this sassy and the corners of their mouths twitched.

MMP!

For a moment, they wanted to test how hard the armor could be......

……

On the other side, the north side of the courtyard wall of the Doge's Palace.

Seeing the group of gray wolf soldiers disappear like a tide, the player sitting in the machine gun position simply closed the insurance and complained with a gloomy face.

"Damn, these guys can't help fighting."

Originally, when they heard that there were more than 5,000 people on the other side, almost everyone thought that there would be a fierce battle to be fought next, but they didn't expect that this group of so-called "elite" combat power would be so stretched.

However, it can be seen that these guys are doing their best.

The corrected shells had been falling near the Governor's Palace, but they were not long before they were fired back by the Coalition's counter-shelling.

They tried to break through the machine-gun fire of the Doge's Palace with crowd tactics, but were killed by several machine gun mounts of 10.

Normally, the subordinates continued to suffer casualties, and the battle situation did not make any progress, and the commanders on the front line should have been a little forced in their hearts and realized that there was something wrong with the fighting style.

Since support fire is not needed, then push the artillery to the front line as direct fire, or dig more fortifications on the front line and repair a few more machine gun arrays

Even if a quick surprise attack is turned into a tug-of-war of continuous attrition, it is better than having soldiers rush forward without artillery cover.

But they didn't do it, as if they were in a hurry to reincarnate, and they had to get a result out of this battle as soon as possible.

Not only did the player holding the machine gun not figure it out, but the [White Sniper] guarding the Governor's Mansion also didn't figure out whether these guys were here to fight or to fertilize......

……

On the other side, in the port of Golden Gallen, there was a lot of noise in the temporary headquarters.

The battle reports from the front line were floating like snowflakes, and the command channel was even more noisy.

「…… This is the Doge's Palace, and the enemy front-line troops have collapsed! Are we going to keep it here? Or do you want to catch up?"

"This is the 300th team! We engage in an exchange of fire with enemy units that have arrived for reinforcements! No enemy armored units were found, only a small number of anti-tank weapons...... It should be a thousand-man team, or it could be two, and we're going to empty our ammunition and come back."

「…… Damn, we've got a guy here, an 'Ergat, with a broken leg!' The coordinates have been updated on the map, so please send reinforcements as soon as possible!"

"How many times have you said it, don't give your equipment a nickname! With an official number!"

"This is the 400th team, and we've sent a squad to reinforce it, hold on!"

"I'm so hungry, when will we eat?"

"Who's in the harbor? After asking

Can the NPCs in the service add a dish?"

「…… Enemy reinforcements are routed! Grass, these animals retreated faster than Lao Tzu's six legs, and the brothers of the 400th team don't need it! We'll get a couple of fellows to help drag that unlucky thing that broke down—"

「%¥#@!」

", what are the animals doing with your team's strength, and you still need to hire people for this little work?!"

"This is the Governor's Palace, and our recon team has observed that the Gray Wolf Army is gathering in the direction of the 'Kraba Bazaar!' The target is five kilometers north of the Doge's Palace, where they seem to intend to regroup! Visually, there are still two or three thousand-strong teams or so."

Although there was a lot of noise in the communication channel, the feedback on the battle situation on the front line was still relatively clear, and Fang Chang basically had a general understanding.

After all, even if the battle situation is a little urgent or even a little complicated, these animals will not be nonsense in the command channel.

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and said casually.

"How? Is it to eat these two or three thousand people directly? I'd better leave it to the rookies at Rowell's camp to deal with."

Nearly 20,000 slaves had received simple training to know at least how to fire, when to fire, and how to capture targets and move forward.

It is undoubtedly a dream to expect them to crush a well-trained army on a frontal battlefield, but it is not a big problem to be used as cannon fodder to clean up a group of routs with the support of the alliance's artillery fire.

At least let them give it a try.

However, unlike Lao Bai, Fang Chang did not focus on the two or three thousand people who retreated to the area of Craba Bazaar, but instead focused on the trenches outside the settlement.

「…… Do you think there will be a big man from the Xilan Empire among these two or three thousand people?"

Looking at Fang Chang, who suddenly spoke, Lao Bai hesitated slightly and frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

"Guess."

Staring intently at the strategic map unfolding on the holographic screen, Fang Chang's index finger and thumb pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

According to the information observed by the scouts under Brother Dagger, the gray wolf army stationed outside the colony has made new moves.

Although it is not known why the general named Alayan made this series of stupid moves, the guy had apparently noticed the friendly army's troubles and tried to make some amends.

A force of 10,000 men was assembling in batches towards positions outside the settlement, apparently intending to pick up the defeated friendly forces from the front.

At this time, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Fang Chang's heart.

"An identity that even the Supreme Commander of the Gray Wolf Army fears...... What do you think might be?"

Lao Bai thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone.

"Imperial relatives?"

He didn't know much about the organizational structure of the Xilan Empire, after all, this strange survivor force was very different from any survivor force they had ever seen.

However, since this so-called imperial elite is the elite directly under the emperor of the Xilan Empire, it is obviously unlikely that it is a small role such as a eunuch that can make this "commander-in-chief of the Imperial Forest Army" nervous.

Even if it's just for show, he has to try to save it, at least so that the person or the forces behind that person can't find fault.

Maybe Alayan doesn't really care about the life or death of this "VlP", but they can take advantage of it......

Realizing Fang Chang's plan, Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.

"Do you want to surround the dots and send reinforcements?"

"That's exactly what I think, but it's up to them to give us this chance, after all, these guys have always surprised us, and I seriously doubt it's the same this time......

As he said this, the Fang Commander paused for a moment, put his hand to his ear, and ordered the murderous dagger stationed in Rowell's camp.

"Inform Lassy."

"Get him ready to work."

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(It's the end of the month, cheekily ask for a monthly pass, see this month's update one.)

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