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Chapter 393 Reinforcements in a Desperate Situation
The two flanks of the battlefield presented a completely different scene.
Thousands of centaur warriors galloped across the plains, kicking up clouds of dust.
They didn't rush into the demon's formation; instead, they sped along both sides, maintaining a distance that was neither too close to hit nor too far to shake off.
Each centaur carried two large sacks filled with firecracker grenades.
A centaur warrior was running wildly, his upper body completely still.
He stretched out his long arm, grabbed a grenade from the sack, and with a sudden burst of strength from his waist, swung his arm out violently.
"Whoosh—"
The heavy firecracker flew more than 200 meters away, like a cannonball.
It struck precisely in the middle of a group of corruptors and throwing demons.
"boom!"
The shockwave from the explosion sent more than a dozen demons flying.
The centaur didn't even look at it, and instead pulled out another one and threw it out.
The movements were fluid, without the slightest pause.
"Hahaha! Let's eat Grandpa's again!"
"This thing is way more fun than throwing stones!"
Thousands of centaurs are like thousands of mobile bomb-throwing vehicles.
They ran around the demon army, throwing things as they went.
"Boom boom boom boom—!"
The two flanks of the demon army were instantly blasted into a sea of fire.
The continuous explosions drowned out the demons' roars.
The demonic ranged units roared in anger.
The acid sprayed by the Corruptor only landed a few meters behind the centaur, hissing and smoking.
The bone spears thrown by the throwing demon couldn't keep up with the centaur's speed at all, and they all stuck in the open ground.
They can see it, but they can't hit it.
They could only watch helplessly as their own people were plowed up by wave after wave of explosions.
"This isn't a war at all!"
Nar, watching from a distance, nearly popped his eyes out.
This is clearly a game! It's guerrilla warfare!
It was a one-sided massacre!
……
high in the air.
Pike was locked in a fierce battle with Usok and Talos when he caught a glimpse of the carnage below and his heart skipped a beat.
"???"
What happened?
How long has the fight been going on?
His army of 600,000 men has dwindled by almost a quarter, as far as the eye can see.
The forwards and the center were blown to bits.
Its flanks were so badly damaged by the centaurs that it was almost unrecognizable.
The air force was treated like a live target, and they couldn't even touch the wings of the winged people!
Parker was taken aback.
Those weapons from the Great Xia Dynasty were so dazzling!
Is this still the orc it remembers that only uses claws and teeth?
Parker was both angry and afraid.
Do orcs possess weapons like those from the Great Xia Dynasty that can instantly kill a seventh-tier opponent?
Even Murphy, who had just reached the eighth level and had energy protection, couldn't withstand it, so it's even less likely to!
No!
It absolutely cannot be separated from those two seventh-tier orcs!
As long as we keep them occupied, they shouldn't have a chance to use those powerful weapons.
Thinking of this, it became more vigilant.
……
The main battlefield.
The roar of the metal storm never ceased.
Thousands of bear warriors crouched on the ground, their broad backs forming a continuous line.
The six-barreled Gatling guns and heavy machine guns in their hands had their barrels glowing red-hot, emitting a "sizzling" burning sound.
Bullet casings piled up into small brass mountains at their feet.
The scalding hot shell casings fell to the ground, setting the blood-stained grass ablaze.
Behind them, werewolf and minotaur warriors continued to fire.
Rockets trailed plumes of flame, and heavy machine guns spat fire as they swept across the area in front of them.
The cat-eared and fox-spirit half-orc girls, carrying heavy ammunition boxes, ran back and forth across the battlefield.
Their small bodies unleashed astonishing power as they delivered boxes of ammunition to the soldiers.
With their endless numbers, the demons pushed the battle line forward by a thousand meters, trampling over the corpses of their comrades.
Only 100 meters left!
For high-level warriors, this distance is practically face-to-face.
"Click! Click-click!"
The Gatling gun in the hand of one of the bear-men warriors suddenly stopped; the barrel jammed.
It's too hot.
"Damn it!"
He roared and slammed his large, fan-like hand down on the gun.
Useless.
He watched helplessly as several lesser demons roared and pounced on him, their claws and teeth growing larger and larger in his eyes.
"Get out of here!"
He threw away the broken Gatling gun and grabbed the giant axe from his waist.
An ax!
The head of a lesser demon was smashed open, and black blood splattered all over him.
But more demons surged up and overwhelmed him.
He entered a berserk state, blasting away all the surrounding demons.
Then, they were overwhelmed again by even more demons.
Fight a bloody battle!
Such scenes were constantly unfolding on the front lines.
More often than not, it's not because the weapons overheat, but because they've run out of ammunition.
The weapons are powerful, but there are too many demons!
They used their lives to fill the gaps, almost completely depleting the orcs' ammunition.
The fire network has become sparse to the naked eye.
Seizing this opening, the demons launched an even fiercer attack.
Firepower Network has completely collapsed!
The demons seized this opportunity, unleashing a deafening roar that quickly boosted their low morale.
They leaped over the corpses of their companions like a black tide, each leap reaching several meters to over ten meters high.
Like countless fleas, they swarmed toward the orc camp.
The bear-man warriors in the front row could even see the sticky saliva dripping from the demon's mouth.
Despair spread through the hearts of the warriors of the Old Wolf King's tribe.
It’s over.
Their tribe had an army of 50,000, of which nearly 10,000 were winged people and nearly 10,000 were centaurs scattered on both flanks.
There are also nearly 10,000 cat-eared and fox-spirited members serving as logistics and medical personnel.
That means their line of fire only has a little over 20,000 men.
With over 20,000 people facing an army of hundreds of thousands of demons, how could they possibly survive?
A werewolf warrior threw away his empty rocket launcher and smiled sadly.
He pulled out the spiked club from his back, his eyes turning crazed again.
"For the glory of the god of strength!"
"For the tribe!"
He let out a battle roar, leaped out of the trench, and charged into that black sea of death.
All the warriors of the Old Wolf King's tribe made the same choice at the same moment.
They discarded the steel in their hands and took out their most familiar weapons, such as battle axes, spiked clubs, and machetes.
They threw their last grenade with all their might, causing it to explode and spray blood everywhere.
Then, more than 20,000 figures switched to melee weapons, their eyes burning with fighting spirit.
They raised their weapons, bracing themselves for the onslaught of the hundreds of thousands of demons that were right before their eyes.
There was no hesitation or retreat.
Only a rage that leads to death!
Like moths drawn to a flame,
Just as this tragic force was about to collide violently with the demon army and be completely overwhelmed,
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The thunderous roar of ten thousand horses galloping resounded from behind them!
The earth trembled violently!
One after another, burly figures, wielding battle axes and greatswords, leaped out from above their heads!
"Roar—! For the glory of the orc tribe!"
"Brothers, we're here! Hang in there!"
"Leave the rest to us, we're not cowards!"
"kill!!!"