"Company Commander! Get out! Hurry!"
The staff officer outside shouted while Zhang Zhikai seized the last few monts to type a final ssage on the command vehicle's electronic system and hit send before disembarking.
It was already their third round of attacks since the battle had begun.
The first round caught them unprepared, and the losses were significant; however, they managed to repel the enemy with the cover of firepower from the high ground;
The second round occurred during the night, as the Green Skins attacked both the high ground and the foothill, deploying several Skugg War Behemoths. By then, the human forces had fully prepared their positions. With support from the artillery and Anti-armor Companies, the Skugg Beasts were annihilated, and that round of attacks ceased, but the 7th Regint also suffered severe damages, with over half of the frontline troops either dead or wounded.
Following this, the Green Skins' offensive finally paused for a mont, providing them with a much-needed half-day of recuperation.
The third attack comnced at dawn on their third day stationed at Gaon Ridge.
This ti, the Green Skins clearly ant serious business.
The position at Gaon Ridge faced unprecedented artillery barrage from across the river; countless rocket shells seed determined to revisit every inch of the ridge several tis. The troops on the mountain couldn't dare leave cover to support the ground forces.
The ground force personally led by Zhang Zhikai, however, faced a concentrated attack by the Green Skin Orcs. There was not only a Skugg War Behemoth but also over twenty killing machines.
This posed a significant challenge to the 7th Regint's position.
The positions were breached, resulting in the Green Skin Orcs directly attacking Zhang Zhikai's command center.
One killing machine and about twenty Green Skins caused complete chaos at the command center.
Already a company had received orders to head back.
With so many returning, they should be able to eliminate the infiltrating enemy, though it would stretch the frontline positions even thinner; however, the command center, the brain of operations, must not be compromised.
If Zhang Zhikai's command post were lost, the frontline troops would imdiately beco blind and deaf.
But he needed to survive.
After sending the last update on the situation at Gaon Ridge to division headquarters, the major left the command vehicle.
As he disembarked, the staff officer who had called out to him earlier was now in pieces.
Nearby, the killing machine ntioned by his guard was alarmingly close; it was the Beastman armor that had killed the staff officer.
Its next target was the command vehicle Zhang Zhikai had just vacated.
A single rocket shell destroyed the vehicle.
Zhang Zhikai broke out in a cold sweat.
He was eager to fight, but at this mont, he could only pull a laser pistol from his waist.
What good was this small flashlight against a killing machine?
He had no choice but to run.
The killing machine too charged towards him. The chainsaw axe swung back and forth as it ran, the grating sound of the chains making it clear that any touch by this weapon would result in catastrophic injury.
Yet how could his two legs outrun a Beastman cha?
If the Beastman wasn't indulging in the pleasure of bloodshed with its chainsaw, a blast from its large-caliber rotary autocannon would have ended Zhang's life just like his staff officer.
At that critical mont, a thunderous explosion burst at the side of the killing machine.
Zhang Zhikai looked towards the source of the fire, spotting a young Alliance soldier lowering a rocket launcher, a dirty face gesturing a thumbs up at him.
He recognized him: a mber of his own guard platoon.
He had sent two-thirds of his guard up to Gaon Ridge, still retaining a guard platoon near him.
In this crucial mont, they indeed made a difference, saving his life.
Relieved, he was nonetheless full of horror as he scread, "Watch out!"
Behind the guard, a Beastman was raising a crude, bulky weapon with a ludicrously large muzzle, aiming at the guard.
Zhang Zhikai also raised his pistol, firing three continuous red laser beams.
His personal combat skills weren't too shabby; all three shots hit, piercing three holes in the Green Skin Beastman.
The power of the laser gun, stronger than regular ammunition, caused extensive penetration injuries, and the intense heat imdiately erupted within the target. What appeared as a hole in the front turned into a massive crater at the exit.
Nevertheless, even after taking three laser shots, the Beastman didn't die.
It fired its large gun.
The young soldier, who had just saved Zhang Zhikai's life, was instantly blown into fragnts.
The Beastman roared and turned its gun towards Zhang Zhikai, pulling the bolt, attempting another shot.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhang Zhikai scread, continuously pulling the trigger, hitting the Beastman with three more laser shots before it could fire.
After sustaining such damage, the Beastman finally fell.
Panting, Zhang Zhikai looked around, calling several staff officers to join him in a countercharge.
They moved to the frontline outside the barracks, actively engaging in combat against the attacking Green Skins.
When a frontline infantry platoon arrived in support, they finally eradicated the enemies.
However, the returning Lieutenant platoon leader also reported the dire frontline situation to Zhang Zhikai.
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