His orders swiftly traveled through the battle zone communication channel, reaching the ears of all the cha warriors.
"Second Battalion, advance on both flanks, we must engulf the enemy!"
"This high ground is ours!" Next to him, the military advisors excitedly waved their fists. The enemy's assault with inferior forces was simply a low-grade mistake! Abandoning the cover of their positions, no cha unit in the Free World could gain the upper hand against the Suss Armored Group.
However, the joy of the Suss people quickly burst like a bubble, disappearing without a trace—as soon as the Bandit Army cha charged into the Suss cha Group, the newly stabilized Suss formation fell into absolute chaos.
The virtual screen of the long-range viewer transmitted everything happening on Hill 205 to the Suss people.
On the screen, several hundred ferocious figures shot into the formation of the First Battalion. The leading "Sword," with an extrely bizarre gait, maneuvered between two "Boxing Kings." Its movents were as swift as lightning. In the close-range attacks from it and the three chas following behind, the two "Boxing Kings" instantly turned into burning fireballs. Flas soared into the sky, and in the light of the blazing fire, this "Sword" had already flashed a hundred ters away, along with another "Sword," simultaneously finishing off another Suss cha from the left and right.
On the tan, steep slope in front of Hill 205, broken tree trunks lay crisscrossed, and beneath the upturned soil, huge rocks were blown into a pitted ss. Countless charred craters of various sizes dotted the ground, twisted weapons and cha parts were scattered everywhere, and burning wreckage churned out thick black smoke straight into the sky. Swirling dust and smoke drifted with the wild wind.
Several hundred hideous chas, on this steep slope, in the midst of the Suss cha Group, right before Chuck's eyes, were racing back and forth at an incredible speed! They were like a pack of demon wolves, appearing and disappearing in the flying dust, their erratic movents impossible to predict. Their fighting skills were unique and deadly. In their presence, the mighty "Boxing Kings" were as clumsy as sloths, futilely waving their fists with no effective resistance.
One "Boxing King" after another, in those nurous speeding black shadows, turned into burning fireballs. Violent explosions on the steep slope of the high ground looked like continuous fireworks.
An extre fear gripped each of the Suss people.
"God!"
These were not so basic Free World cha equipped with Energy Cannons; they were Ninth Generation chas with an overwhelming performance advantage over the "Boxing Kings"! And the drivers of these chas were all Level 8 or higher Advanced cha Warriors!
For a mont, Chuck felt a chill all over his body. He knew he had unknowingly made a colossal mistake!
When the world's civilian cha Knights beca true chanical Warriors, when they acquired high-performance military cha, when they followed orders and understood teamwork, when they no longer fought alone but mastered group combat, they would no longer be the Militia easily defeated in the past!
Decades of intensive training, centuries of close combat skills accumulation by the Free World, had endowed this world with a formidable force—absolutely no country could possess so many Advanced cha Warriors! Whether it was the Binart Empire, the Feiyang Republic, or any other country, none could match this. In close combat, the Free World reigned supre!
A demon had gathered this terrifying force together!
"Stop them!" Chuck roared, his eyes almost popping out: "401 Regint, imdiately move into attack positions and organize defenses. Have the Second Battalion of 402 Regint contract their formation and intercept on the spot! Don't let the enemy charge down! Stop them!"
As an excellent frontline Commander, Chuck's response was very tily. He keenly saw what other military advisors hadn't yet noticed. Almost at the mont he issued his orders, group after group of the sa hideous chas appeared on Hill 205, revealing their terrifying forms.
If the Bandit Army ford a counterattack, the consequences would be unimaginable! Chuck, shedding his underestimation, racked his brains to the utmost. He had to prevent this battle from turning into a catastrophic rout!
"402 Regint, send all troops into the attack imdiately!" Chuck ordered, staring at the electronic map with a grim expression: "Deploy the Third Battalion too! Regintal reserves, imdiately establish a firepower barrier! We must resolutely stop the enemy in front of our lines! Even if there's only one person left, not a single step back!"
"First Battalion Commander!"
"Yes!"
The Commander of the 401 Regint, responsible for guarding the command post, twitched his eyelids.
"Order two battalions to attack from the flanks of the battlefield." Chuck did not turn his head: "They must hold the enemy's follow-up troops before they penetrate the Second Battalion's formation and delay their attack montum!"
"Yes, Colonel!" The Commander of the 401 Regint jumped into a cha and ran.
A series of energy machine gun shots swept across in front of Cosmo, creating dozens of small holes in an arc on the ground. Dirt flew everywhere.
The "Sword" kicked the ground with its ugly reverse-jointed legs. The cha rolled, staggered a bit, and evaded the distant enemy cha's lock-on. The cha stood up, continued advancing. The broad ground rapidly retreated under its feet, and from the high ground behind, the black steel torrent rolled down incessantly.
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