118: Chapter 118 White Phosphorus Fire Sea

Compared to the cruelty and despair of the meat grinder that was the center line...

On the westernmost side of the Coastal City's northern defense line, the atmosphere was cheerful and even somewhat ridiculous.

Before the smoke-filled trenches.

The Greenskin alien player [I Think The Emperor Can Stand Up] was wearing a large, tattered military overcoat with a gas mask tightly fitted over his head.

From some ruins, he had found a solid iron block connected to a thick, long steel pipe, using it directly as a Warhammer.

At this moment, a Killa Kan made of scrap metal and piloted by a Gretchin was waving a rusty chainsaw and charging toward the trench.

"Drop dead!"

The Greenskin player's legs kicked off the ground violently, his massive body leaping high into the air.

Using the gravity of his fall, he swung the big iron block in his hands and smashed it hard against the Killa Kan's front armor!

"Clang!"

A deafeningly loud bang rang out.

The low-quality front armor of the Killa Kan was severely dented by the impact.

The Gretchin pilot hiding inside was instantly crushed into a puddle of green mush, and the mech slumped to the ground, emitting black smoke.

"Awesome!"

Standing on the scrapped mech, the masked player looked up and let out a battlefield-shaking war cry through his gas mask:

"WAAAAAGH!!!"

While shouting, he bragged triumphantly in the squad voice chat:

"Brothers, did you see that? Although this Greenskin model is a bit ugly, the base strength stats are really impressive! I think my game ID shouldn't be this; it should be changed to Hellscream instead!"

However...

Just as he was posturing wildly on top of the mech at the front line...

In the distance, a massive Orc Boss noticed this arrogant humie.

The Orc Boss raised the crudely made, extra-large Mega Blasta in his hand and fired a shell at him!

"Boom!"

Although the shell didn't hit him directly, it exploded at his feet.

The massive shockwave sent the posturing player flying.

He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily into the mud.

The gas mask he used to hide his identity was blown over ten meters away, revealing a bald, tusked Greenskin head.

"Fuck!"

He spat out a mouthful of muddy water and cursed while covering his face,

"A real-life version of 'cool for only three seconds'!"

Fortunately, the defense line in this area had been completely taken over by players from the [Hand of God] legion.

Everyone around was an ally, and they all knew that an extremely unlucky Greenskin alien player had recently joined the warband.

If this had been a regular Defense Force position...

The moment his mask fell off, he probably would have been headshotted by his surrounding comrades focusing their laser rifle fire.

Not far away.

The Orc Boss who had just fired hadn't even had time to reload before a sprinting black shadow closed in.

Black Tiger A-Fu avoided the Orc Boss's heavy punch with a sliding tackle, and the G-22 Type III Firefighter Ultrasonic Vibration Axe in his hand, carrying a high-frequency hum, split the Orc Boss and his gun in half from bottom to top!

"The boss is dead! Charge together!"

Seeing this, the other players rushed out of cover like wolves scenting blood, howling as they engaged in brutal melee combat with the remaining Ork Boyz.

The Hand of God legion players had been fighting hard here for nearly a month.

The original newbies were now even higher level than the veteran lifestyle players back in the Shelter.

Their combat attribute points grew rapidly, and cutting down these ordinary Ork Boyz was as easy as chopping vegetables.

After a round of skilled harvesting and looting the corpses...

The players carried their loot and retreated contentedly back to the trench line.

As soon as A Fu found a sandbag to sit on, the vice commander, Hunger Tycoon, came running over hunched over in a hurry.

"Boss, something big happened."

Hunger Tycoon lowered his voice,

"I just received a system battle report on the public channel. The general headquarters in the rear seems to have been taken out by the Greenskins. That fat general was hacked to death."

A Fu was stunned for a moment:

"What? The headquarters was taken out? Isn't the headquarters at the far rear of the battle line, a heavily guarded place?"

Hunger Tycoon's expression was a bit strange:

"I heard it was taken down by a dozen or so purple Orcs. You know, like those Kommando Boyz in the Warhammer setting."

The Greenskin player who had just retrieved his gas mask leaned over and explained in a muffled voice:

"That's called the Greenskin 'Power of I Finks'. As long as these idiots think that painting their skin purple makes them invisible, then in the physical laws of reality, they really can become invisible. Even radar can't scan them."

After listening, A Fu rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

But he clearly wasn't thinking about the crisis of the collapsing battle line.

He turned his head, his eyes staring straight at the Greenskin player.

"Brother."

A Fu pointed at his own lower body,

"Since your Greenskin 'Power of I Finks' is so awesome... can you 'I Fink' right now that this thing of mine can be wrapped around my waist?"

Hunger Tycoon: "???"

The Greenskin player's face was covered in black lines:

"No, man! What time is it and you're still making dirty jokes? Be a human, will you!"

"Hahahaha!"

A Fu laughed loudly and patted both their shoulders,

"Just a joke to lighten the mood. When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. What's the panic?"

While the three were shooting the breeze...

Bailey, a female gang member from Shahe Town, came running over carrying a heavy military radio.

Since the Defense Force signalmen previously responsible for this area had all died in battle, Bailey had worked hard to learn how to use the radio so she could help out in the rear.

Now, she was the only signalman for this position.

"A Fu!"

Bailey was panting, her face pale,

"I just received a broadcast instruction from the rear Disciplinary Corps. Due to massive casualties on the center and east lines and the attack on the headquarters, the defense line is about to collapse. The superiors have ordered us to immediately abandon the first trench and shrink the defense line backward!"

Hearing this news, the smile on A Fu's face instantly vanished.

"Directly ordering a retreat? It seems the casualties among the allied forces are more than just a little heavy."

Just then.

"Awoooo—"

On the distant wilderness, the world-shaking roars sounded again.

And this time, the situation was very bad.

Since the Defense Force on the center and east lines had already begun to retreat...

This still-protruding position on the west side was instantly caught in a dangerous situation of being attacked by Greenskins from two sides.

Clearly, after losing the command center, there was a serious delay in the transmission of the Defense Force's retreat order.

This allied unit of theirs had been unintentionally sold out to serve as bait for the rear guard!

A Fu pulled out his binoculars, quickly observed the battlefield situation, and his heart sank directly to the bottom.

"It's bad. We were a step slow in retreating and have been caught."

A Fu put down the binoculars and said through gritted teeth,

"The number of Greenskins charging is twice that of the last wave! And now that the rear command is paralyzed, I don't know if we can still call for artillery support."

The situation was critical; A Fu didn't make any more jokes and showed the reliable qualities a Legion Leader should have.

He turned to look at Bailey, his tone stern and unquestionable:

"Bailey! Immediately use the radio to call for artillery support on all Defense Force channels! Don't stop! Shout with your loudest voice!"

Then, he pulled out his axe and looked at Hunger Tycoon.

"Get the brothers to deploy immediately! Move all heavy weapons to the front row! Organize the brothers to hold out for one more wave! As soon as we repel this charge, dump all heavy equipment and retreat immediately!"

After arranging the defensive tactics...

A Fu immediately clicked on the pv terminal on his wrist and sent three consecutive large-font announcements on the global public screen:

"[Black Tiger A-Fu]: Brothers back home! Where's the support you promised? We're about to be surrounded at the front! Where are you?!"

Since the reconnaissance and communication satellite launched by Lin Li was successfully in orbit...

Now, players could conduct zero-delay cross-regional communication from almost any surface location on Planet Outpost 586.

Several replies immediately popped up in the chat box.

"[Praise Ming Shen]: The road is too difficult to travel! The armored units can't drive fast, and we also have to establish supply points along the way to replenish ammunition and fuel. We're still on the way. The brothers taking the underground train should be faster!"

"[Flame Fist]: Brother A Fu, don't panic! We should have arrived about now! But that old nuclear-powered train—we studied it for half a day before we found the start switch! Hold on a bit longer!"

"[ikun True Fan]: A Fu, stop rushing. Look up at the sky."

A Fu looked at the text on the PV and was stunned for a moment.

The players in the trench also saw the chat in the channel and looked up in unison at the gloomy sky.

Bailey, who hadn't had time to run back to the radio, saw everyone's actions and followed suit, looking up blankly.

Accompanied by a roar of engines that grew from far to near, becoming more and more deafening...

Dozens of strange aircraft, arranged in a standard V-shaped formation, tore through the thick radiation clouds like a sharp sword and appeared in the sky over the battlefield!

As a native, Bailey naturally couldn't recognize what those things were.

But as a veteran military enthusiast, the Greenskin player took one look at those tough airframe lines and cried out on the spot:

"Holy crap! Aren't those Nazi German models from WWII?! To even be able to print these antiques with a constructor, that's absolutely insane!"

Leading the charge was a beautifully shaped jet fighter—its appearance closely resembling the famous WWII Me-262 Swallow.

Being the only jet, its speed far exceeded the formation behind it.

And behind the Swallow...

Closely following were ten Destroyer Twin-Engine Heavy Fighters equipped with heavy machine guns, as well as three massive bombers with bulging bellies!

Seeing this scene, the players in the trench all howled with excitement:

"Holy shit! We even have an air force! Awesome!"

"Air-ground coordination! Dimensional reduction strike! Bomb those Greenskins to death!"

However, the surprise ikun True Fan brought to the frontline players was far more than just a few planes.

The fighter group instantly broke formation and began a high-angle dive!

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"

Heavy machine guns spat fire, strafing directly at those Greenskin armored units on the ground that had no anti-aircraft weapons!

In a wave of sharp firepower suppression, whether it was Killa Kans or Mek Guns, they all suffered chain explosions and heavy losses.

Especially that jet-powered Swallow.

Relying on its absolute speed advantage, it was like a hunting falcon, weaving flexibly in the air.

It first locked onto those Deffkoptas flying around like flies in the sky; after a few rounds of autocannon fire, the Greenskin air units were instantly cleared out.

However...

The real highlight was those three slow-moving heavy bombers.