Ensign Turnnord of the cruiser Vanat was sailing, and when the overload of the cockpit broke through the easing of the position and hit him directly on his mortal body, he felt a sudden increase in the pressure on his body, and he looked at the guns that had been wiped out the window, and his heart was also depressed, because those guns had hit his comrades.

He wiped his dog tags, not knowing what to think.

And he drove a transport ship, which was the lifeblood of the underground soldiers, and now he had to land smoothly with a large amount of supplies for the victory of the war, and most of the destroyed transport ships were empty, and only a few elites could drive the material ships down, and he was also one of them.

And for this barge to land, at this moment, there are countless black spots in the atmosphere that are falling, like peppercorns sprinkled on a dinner plate, and the battlefield is the meat steak being cooked!

The transports were equipped with extra thrusters because they would be attacked, and the sheer load force had caused blood to flow from Turnnord's eyes and nostrils, and the body was heated by the friction of the atmosphere, heat, pressure, and the alien-shaped hot cannon.

"Ahh O God Emperor! ”

He could only shout and pray, for the simple reason that he was not the one who transported food, and that the contents of his warehouse were a lifeline, ammunition, more important than the so-called food.

A lot of bombs, energy, plasma, just one shot grazing his cargo compartment, he will turn into fireworks.

At this moment, the green-skinned rumbling projectile was fired, and it was impossible to tell with the naked eye that it was fired from the forest, and the second lieutenant was pressing in his heart, because the thing was shooting at him!

"Report, report, sir, my mission may have failed."

"If my words are still heard by fellow human loyalists, I hope you can send my dog tag back to the team." The ensign opened the black box, recorded his last words, simple, pathetic ones, and placed the dog tag hanging from his chest in the mezzanine of the black box.

"God Emperor... Hope you can get my cargo to the ground..."

He prayed slowly, in the sky, fireballs, giant ships, countless transport planes, alternating in the sky, just black dots, but people felt that miserable and great.

The lieutenant closed his eyes, but he didn't feel death for a long time.

"Huh?" He looked sideways, and below him, there was an empty transport ship that had resisted the fire, he did not know the driver of the ship, but he had tears in his eyes, and he saluted his companion as he looked at the hull dissolved by the green-skinned cannonballs.

"Ahh He drove down at full speed, unable to aim at the starport, that is, crazy, crazy downward, like a fallen star, breaking through the limits of the ship, the astonishing friction temperature breaking through the upper limit of the ship's endurance, the astonishing heat was scorching his body.

And what is he going to do? Suicide?

No, he was going to make a crash landing near Karui City so that the defenders could recover it!

When his suit was burned and his body was exposed, he was still able to move, and at the last second, he turned on the buffer device, and he landed on the ground with the speed of death and suicide that the green skin couldn't believe, breaking through the siege and sending supplies to the Astral Army.

The ship, which had been burned red, and its huge size fell in the direction of the south gate of Karui City, which also attracted the attention of One-Eye, and a group of orcs also went there to recover it, and at the same time, Alan Baier, who witnessed it passing on the defensive platform, felt even more admiration.

"The Emperor is above, John, the faithful have sent us something..."Alan Barr used his telescope to distinguish the distinctive Aquila emblem of the laden cargo ship, which could still be used as a distinguishing object, even though it had been burned and could not be seen clearly.

There is no doubt that this is a barge of strategic materiel.

Although he did not know if the pilot was still alive, it was clear from the situation in the cargo hold that it was an intact, fully loaded ammunition ship, enough to last the wall for several months.

John and the brown-haired lady officer could also see that such a forced landing was probably dead, and they could feel the pity and admiration in their hearts for the driver...

Alan Baier led the entire four platoons to salute the fall point, and then transferred half of the platoon, plus the local pdf and the 3 platoons he knew before, to form a team of about fifty people, and rented the Chimera of the staff officer, and moved there.

Seeing this, the other platoons stationed also supported about 50 people, and the recovery force of 100 people walked to the crash ground.

On the way to the march, Alan Baier looked at the lush forest, and his heart was even more complicated. "Everyone, be on guard..."

As the organizer, he has the greatest command authority except for the staff officer, and he sits in the car because of this, but a Chimera obviously cannot fit a 100-man troop, and only non-commissioned officer level people sit in the car.

Although the Chimera's tracks can walk on a sea of trees, they are definitely not much faster than the infantry, and the huge forest requires the soldiers to find a way to clear the road with various things to allow the Chimera to pass.

Sometimes it is even necessary to shoot and smash plants and trees with explosive bombs to move forward, and even the Chimera's strong mobility and terrain adaptability are difficult to bear, and if it does not need to carry items and is used as a cover, the Chimera is not the best combat choice.

Even if the staff officer's Chimera has installed a blade shovel to clear the road in order to adapt to the battlefield, it can't stand the heavy rotten leaves...

In the roaring hull, Alan Bair asked his colleague. "John, what do you think?"

John is a little unaccustomed to it, after all, although he usually thinks about tactics, but Alan Baier doesn't ask him too much, but today he suddenly changed his sex?

But he still answered. "Boss, we should fight quickly, take the Chimera loaded with heavy explosive shells to arrive at the battlefield in advance, and rely on the three heavy explosive shells and 2 heavy explosive bomb groups on the Chimera armored vehicle to suppress the enemy."

Alan Baier nodded. "Good idea, but the path of the forest can't make full use of the Chimera's mobility, and if we are one step behind the enemy, it will be a mess."

"I still think we should be steady, we are closer to the fall of the cargo ship, and we don't need to take such risks."

John had a thoughtful expression, and the situation was just as Alan Bair had speculated, and they had reached the place where the black smoke was coming before the greenskins.

As the soldiers cut through the hull of the ship with welding torches as fast as they could, and moved out a large amount of cargo, Alan Baier also saw the hero who had been burned to the bones, and the black box that he had kept on his chest...

He picked up the box, and almost all the goods were transferred, but a moment later, a blast bomb hit the carapace in his chest, knocking the armor black, and he was also overturned by the force...

And then there's the huge. “waaaagh！”