At this point, the Beastman leaders of each troop were all fired up, and the Military Governor couldn't control them—not that he tried, since he was fired up himself.
Fighting, huh! Could we Green Skins ever dislike a scrap?
He could also tell that the Shrimps across the river had been bled dry, and with just a little more effort, he could achieve the victory he desired.
Yet, just at that mont, the human army from the flanks attacked, foiling his offensive plan.
This marked his second mistake: he had once again underestimated the combat power of the human army.
His clan's Prophet had warned him that the human forces were swiftly gathering a massive army on the western side. Of course, he took this information seriously and arranged for troops to defend.
But he never imagined that the reserve forces would crumble instantly under the steel tide of the human legions.
Without any ability to resist, not even fulfilling their delaying role, by the ti he heard the news that the Shrimps had breached the western defense line, their steel tide had already hit him in the face.
Once the reserves collapsed, the remaining Green-Skin Army, almost entirely engaged in crossing the river, was simply unable to withstand the shock of the human onslaught, leading to the current situation.
But he wasn't so easily defeated.
He believed that he still had a sizable and high-quality force under him, and if he could just withstand this wave of attack, he had a chance to regroup his troops.
His nearly two-million-strong Beastman army, equipped with a large number of elite and heavy units, could assemble a formidable fighting force if it could reorganize and was fit to contest the assembled human army.
Or at the very least, break out from the encirclent created by those Shrimps.
At worst, they could at least build effective defensive positions on the southern bank of the Great River and hold out for reinforcents.
However, all these plans were predicated on his ability to contain the human army's steel tide and prevent the entire two-million-strong army from being exhausted in a rout, unable to organize.
Organization was the lifeline for any army, even for the Green Skins.
And the thod that the Beastman Overlord thought of was a head-on clash.
He assembled a force that could be called elite, composed of tens of thousands of his direct troops, among them a substantial number of heavily ard personal guards, each one having integrated with steel under the joint modification of the deranged Beastman dics and tech experts, akin to Beastman canned goods.
Among them, there were over a hundred Super Heavy Orcs. On the Star Sea Battlefield, these Green-Skin elite units had a formidable reputation.
Comparing these two types of Green-Skin elites against the standard of an Interstellar Warrior, the forr, heavily ard Beastman, was inferior in combat power but stood a chance to win in a mobbed fight, roughly equivalent to those Alliance special forces equipped with Feedback-Type Power Armor; the latter, however, could directly contend with a genuine Interstellar Warrior, and due to racial traits, even had a slightly greater chance of victory!
Moreover, the Military Governor had gathered all the armored units he could muster from the vicinity—including killing jars, which were a minor detail and only marginally more powerful than Sentry cha, basically of the sa classification; the death jars were much larger, similar in scope to Knight cha, but in combat, would be dominated by Knight cha.
There was also no shortage of ard trucks, the quality of which varied widely. The poorly modified ones were re ard personnel carriers; those improved by skilled techs could reach the level of mainline human tanks.
There were also a number of Skugg Beasts, but only ten. These creatures, comparable to the Lion King Tank, had their own pros and cons.
As for anything that could equal a Warhound-class Titan... the Beastn did have god-like titanic effigies, but none were under his command, none at all on Temir No.5. These top-tier Beastman land combat trump cards, even for the entire Iron-Tooth Clan, were precious and all had been taken by Titus to the main battlefield.
This was a big problem, without anything to counter Titans, the only option was to rely on smaller units.
He even prepared himself to take the field if necessary.
Picking up his firearm, which took the lives of thirty tech masters before one made it to his satisfaction, and his battleaxe, which had been with him since he rose from the lowest ranks—if necessary, he would personally take on those Titans.
Charge, cleave through limbs, sever weapons, kill the drivers... What good is an energy shield? Can it stop my axe!
Then...
He was killed by a Titan.
This decisive battle took place on the fourth day of the humans' all-out offensive. The Beastman Overlord personally led his troops against a human armored column that was pressing forward.
It was his choice; fighting small units was pointless, it wouldn't change the outco, go hard or go ho!
At the beginning of the battle, they gained an advantage, at one point destroying quite a few Lion Tanks and four Lion Kings. But when the main force of the Alliance's armor truly arrived, they were still crushed effortlessly.
In fact, the first to arrive at the battlefield was the Alliance artillery.
Upon realizing the gathering of the enemy's elite, the Alliance's artillery units received the coordinates for fire coverage and comnced firing without hesitation. So artillery positions, keen to join in, even drove their self-propelled guns a few kiloters forward just to bring these enemies into their firing range.
These cannons were actually the most threatening to the Green Skins, who couldn't even find a way to retaliate and could only passively endure the bombardnt.
155mm howitzers, if you're near the center of the explosion, everything except for the Skugg Beasts could be blown to death; even on the edge of the blast radius, the canister shot and Super Heavy Orcs couldn't withstand it.
The continuous bombardnt severely depleted this Green Skin elite force. Under the leadership of the Beastman Overlord, they forcibly charged forward and closed the distance to the armored column to a position close enough that the Alliance's artillery couldn't continue to bomb indiscriminately, but the losses were already heavy, and once they closed in, the hit rate of the tank guns was even higher, with armor-piercing rounds able to kill with a single hit.
And that Beastman Overlord, while attempting to approach a Titan, was shattered by an armor-piercing shell from a Lion Tank that destroyed his left leg along with parts of his cha. Then the Titan rcilessly stepped on him, crushing him to death.
His failed attempt not only cost him his life but also extinguished the last hope the Green Skin Orcs had of reorganizing their army.
The entire massive offensive by the Green Skins was initiated by him, and due to the racial characteristics of the Green Skins, which heavily rely on the commander, once the commander dies, a normal Beastman unit might fall into infighting, collapse, lose cohesion, and fight independently, especially in the already chaotic circumstances at hand.
Moreover, this elite force he had risked assembling was the cream of the crop from the two million Green Skins. Elsewhere, gathering so many Green Skin armored units and elites would be difficult, if not nearly impossible.
Blocked in the south with no way to retreat, unable to push through the north where the Great River received reinforcents, and fiercely attacked by the human military might in the west, they could only be forced to run eastward. During this process, a significant number of Beastn were overtaken, fragnted and annihilated, and sent straight off by precise artillery fire...
And then, they ran all the way to the seaside.
By that ti, of the two million Beastn, only about sixty percent were left, cornered between the coast and the mouth of the Great River, surrounded by the encroaching human forces, and completely without supplies.
Green Skins not eating is fine, they can eat each other at worst; but ammunition and shells cannot be conjured out of thin air.
Without supplies and with many forced to fight unard, the Beastn, who hadn't reestablished a unified command, were no more than powerful beasts.
Sweeping artillery bombardnt and bombing killed all one hundred and twenty thousand Beastn on the coastline.
Thus ended the campaign that had lasted one and a half months.
Despite setbacks and sacrifices, the campaign objectives set by Perbov were still achieved.
Eliminating the two million strong main force of Beastn, while the human side suffered less than four hundred thousand casualties.
A loss ratio of 1:5 was much better than the normal 2:1!
Annihilation battles are truly more effective. In the end, massacring those one hundred and twenty thousand Beastn, our side's losses were almost negligible, all down to shelling when trapped in a narrow space, it was just a matter of using up a lot of shells.
User Comments
0 comments from readers