Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 213 Orc Learning Vehicle

The bear-man warrior looked at the still-smoking "iron rod" in his hand, then at the unrecognizable mass of rotten flesh in the distance, and turned blankly to look at Captain Chen.

Captain Chen gave him a thumbs up.

"Well done, next one."

These words were like a switch, instantly igniting the passion of all the orcs.

They were no longer passively following behind, but actively forming groups of three or five, carrying all sorts of "flamethrowers," and roaring as they charged towards the still-smoking bomb craters.

They searched for any demons that might be active.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da!"

Gunshots rang out intermittently, accompanied by the savage shouts of the orcs.

"I hit it! I hit that leg that was still twitching!"

"Bullshit! I clearly hit it! You hit the rock over there!"

"Quiet down! Watch me use this big thing!" A minotaur warrior proudly hoisted a single-soldier rocket launcher and pulled the trigger at a relatively intact demon corpse in the distance.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

In the flames of the explosion, the body, along with the scorched earth around it, flew into the air.

The minotaur warrior stared blankly at the destruction he had caused, then excitedly pounded his chest and let out a "moo" roar.

These primitive warriors, who had just been filled with awe for modern weapons, quickly became addicted to this "reasonable" physical method of salvation after experiencing it firsthand.

Just then, the soil at the edge of a huge bomb crater ahead suddenly exploded!

"roar--!!!"

A monster over five meters tall, covered in a thick, dark red carapace, resembling an upright giant lizard, suddenly burst out from the ground!

It had only a few shallow scorch marks on its body, clearly indicating that it had survived the terrifying barrage of artillery fire.

This is a Tier 5 heavily armored demonic soldier!

"Fire!"

The nearest orcs immediately turned their guns on it and opened fire.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—!"

The rifle bullets struck its armor, sending up a burst of sparks, but they didn't leave a single white mark; they were all deflected.

"It's no use!" a werewolf warrior shouted in slight fear.

The heavily armored demon soldier's crimson eyes locked onto the bear-man warrior who had fired the first shot. It opened its massive jaws and roared, "Roar!!!"

With a deafening roar, it strode forward with heavy steps, like an out-of-control truck, charging recklessly! The earth trembled beneath its feet.

"roar!"

Alistar, the minotaur, with bloodshot eyes, threw down his now-useless rifle, his muscles bulging, and with a roar, charged towards the demon soldiers.

He could not tolerate his enemies being so arrogant in front of him!

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the turret of a main battle tank not far away suddenly spun around, and a long tongue of fire shot out from the muzzle.

A cubic nitrogen armor-piercing round tore through the air, arriving first and precisely piercing the massive eye socket of the heavily armored demon soldier before Alistar could charge out.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next second, the heavily armored demon soldier's entire head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

The massive body lurched forward a few more steps due to inertia before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

All that remained were a group of orcs with their mouths agape, frozen in various poses.

Alistar froze in his charging stance, glancing at the headless corpse and then at the steel behemoth in the distance, its cannon still emitting blue smoke. His Adam's apple bobbed.

"A fifth-tier... just like that, he's dead?" Warwick walked to the corpse, kicked the carapace harder than steel with his toe, his voice hoarse.

Captain Chen's voice came from behind him:

"If it were ordinary ammunition, it would indeed be a bit difficult, but this is cubic nitrogen ammunition."

Warwick suddenly turned around:

What is cubic nitrogen munition?

A look of surprise appeared on Captain Chen's face.

"Isn't it on your purchasing list?"

"It can be four or five times more powerful than conventional ammunition, but of course, it is also more expensive."

Warwick's body jolted, and the long list flashed through his mind.

It seems... such a thing does exist.

At the time, he complained that the thing was ridiculously expensive, thinking it was just a gimmick by the people of Daxia to make more money, and that it was a rip-off.

Now it seems...

One cannonball for a Tier 5 heavy armored demon soldier.

On the battlefield, killing such a monster would require the lives of at least dozens of elite warriors, and even a sixth-tier expert would be needed to kill it.

So when you do the math... it's not expensive at all.

This is an absolute steal!

Warwick's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the way he looked at those steel behemoths completely changed.

It was filled with greed, desire, and fanaticism.

The cleanup operation lasted all day.

That night, not a single orc complained of being tired.

They sat around the campfire, their only topic of conversation being the magical weapons they had encountered during the day.

The next morning, Captain Chen blew the assembly whistle.

"Yesterday, you gained a basic understanding of how to use individual weapons."

Captain Chen stood in front of a row of steel behemoths, pointing behind him to the main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, Mengshi assault vehicles, and even box-type rocket launchers and vehicle-mounted Land Shield 2000s.

"Today, your task is to learn how to drive them and use them!"

All the orcs stared wide-eyed.

Driving...this?

"Can we really handle something this complicated? I heard the Holy Humans push it!"

Warwick stepped forward, pointing to the most imposing main battle tank, his voice hesitant.

"Captain Chen, can...can we open this today?"

"Of course," Captain Chen nodded.

"Don't worry, you're just providing support on the flanks; we're still the main force."

"Awooo—!!!"

Many of the orcs erupted in cheers.

Alistar, the minotaur, was the most excited. Forgetting his size, he was the first to rush out, his target the tank's driver's compartment.

He gripped the edge of the hatch with his large, fan-like hands, his leg muscles bulging, and with a sudden push, he tried to jump inside.

Then... a muffled "bang".

He got stuck.

His burly frame, especially his broad shoulders, was firmly wedged into the circular hatch, which was less than a meter in diameter.

"Moo? Moo moo moo!"

Alistar struggled desperately.

The sixty-ton tank swayed slightly, but he was like a cork that had been misplaced on a bottle, unable to go in or out, making him so anxious that his face turned red.

The surrounding orcs were taken aback for a moment, then burst into deafening laughter.

"Hahaha! Alistar, you really need to lose weight!"

"Stupid ox! That's for people to crawl into, not for oxen to enter!"

Finally, two werewolf warriors stepped forward, one pushing and the other pulling, and carefully "pulled" him out of the hatch.

They were afraid of damaging this expensive piece of steel.

Captain Chen suppressed a laugh.

"Tank drivers need to be small in stature. Minotaur, centaur, and bear-man, unfortunately, your physiques are not suitable for the cockpit."

"You will serve as supporting infantry, responsible for protecting the vehicles."

The races that were named immediately let out a wail of despair.

They could only watch enviously as the "petite" werewolves, cat people, fox spirits, and other races excitedly climbed onto various war chariots.

His face was full of grievance and unhappiness.