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Chapter 107: The Real BOSS
With Viktor's fighter jets entering the fray, the collapse of the right flank was quickly halted.
The raging green-skinned leader and his elite brutes were surrounded by hundreds of fighter jets.
The servants showed no fear or fatigue, and with their elusive movements and powerful firepower, they continuously wore down the greenskin leader's stamina.
In the end, under the siege of more than a dozen servants, this arrogant green-skinned leader was blown into a cloud of blood mist in his impotent rage.
At the same time, Garland personally went to the right wing.
He jumped onto a wrecked green wasteland vehicle, drew his power pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger into the sky.
"Listen up, everyone! This is a critical moment of life and death! Return to your positions! Kill those green-skinned monsters! Everyone who wins will be rewarded! Anyone who retreats or avoids battle will be killed without mercy!"
His voice was hoarse yet powerful, his body was covered in the blood of the green-skinned man, and his eyes were sharp as knives.
Seeing that the highest commander of the entire army was fighting so hard, and that the most threatening Greenskin leader had been dealt with, the defeated soldiers finally regained their courage.
They gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons, and began to counterattack the scattered green-skinned boys who had broken through the defense line.
With a steady and methodical counterattack, the Imperial Army, which had a numerical advantage, quickly regained control of the situation.
Most of the Greenskins' flanking forces have been intercepted by Chimera troop carriers and fighter foes, and the remaining scattered enemy forces are no match for them.
After a long period of adjustment, the right-wing reserve front has finally returned to its original position.
The Greenskins' offensive finally began to slow down.
The entire human army finally gained its first real respite since the start of the war.
"All troops, listen up! Tank units, withdraw to the rear for rest and reorganization! All units, adjust your formations according to plan!"
Taking advantage of this lull, Luo Ning called back the tank units that had been charging at the front.
He picked up the communicator and loudly addressed the entire army:
"Soldiers! Victory is in sight! The enemy's main force has been almost wiped out! Give it one more push, finish off these greens in one fell swoop, and we can go home!"
This is a lie.
The battle had been going on for two whole hours, with gunfire and artillery fire never ceasing for a second, and the soldiers' nerves were already on the verge of collapse.
Watching their comrades fall one by one, no one could help but feel fear and exhaustion.
What they need most is not the truth, but hope.
Luo Ning must give them this hope.
Even a false hope is enough to sustain them for a little longer.
In fact, although most of the Greenskins' cannon fodder—Progress Boys, Shooting Boys, Farting Boys, and Skulls—have been eliminated, their true core fighting force has yet to make its appearance.
Through the images transmitted back by the servo skull at great expense, Ronin could clearly see that at the very back of the Greenskins camp, the war leader, who was over five meters tall, and his twenty equally tall bodyguards remained motionless.
The Greenskins' fighting style is just that bizarre.
They will use WAAAGH! energy to drive their low-level greenskins to charge fearlessly into battle, using cannon fodder to deplete the enemy's ammunition and stamina.
The stronger the greenskin, the more cautious they are in their actions.
They will never easily join the battle until the very last moment.
Just like the boss in the game, it will always use small monsters and elite monsters to wear down the protagonist's condition first.
Unlike games, there are no save points, supply stations, or bosses in reality waiting for you to fully recover your health before a fair fight.
They will only target your most vulnerable moment, launching a thunderous attack that will kill you in one blow.
Before that, they will continue to conserve their energy.
We can't delay any longer.
Luo Ning knew that once morale plummeted, even the most elite troops would crumble at the first touch.
We must take advantage of the current weakening of the Greenskin offensive and launch a preemptive attack to force out that warlord.
The troops slowly adjusted their formation, returning to three solid battle lines.
The Chimera troop carriers that had been flanking the enemy retreated. They used their high-speed mobility to conduct guerrilla warfare and did not suffer serious damage.
However, Leman Rustank, who had been fighting on the front lines, suffered a terrible fate.
The thick armor was covered with a dense array of bullet holes and axe marks. The frontal armor of several tanks was even completely torn apart, exposing the twisted mechanical structure inside.
Most of the heavy machine gun and flamethrower positions welded onto the vehicle body have been destroyed, and the combatants on board have long since perished, leaving only mutilated corpses.
The tracks of the three tanks were completely blown off, rendering them incapable of movement.
The main guns of the other two vehicles were severely deformed due to continuous high-intensity firing, and there was a risk of them exploding at any time.
Although the remaining eight vehicles are still operational, their combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.
The combat nuns who charged alongside the tanks were also injured to varying degrees.
The most seriously injured of them lost his entire left arm, but fortunately, he was rescued by his companion in time and his life was saved.
The only good news is that none of them were killed.
Looking at the battered steel behemoths and the exhausted nuns, Luo Ning felt a pang of pain in his heart.
This was all the savings he had accumulated over the past six months.
But he said nothing, only bowed slowly to Victor: "Thank you for your trouble. Tell the priests to hurry up and fix as much as they can."
Viktor nodded slightly and immediately directed the mechanical priests to rush forward and begin repairing the damaged tanks.
The Imperial Legion slowly advanced.
The continuous artillery fire and gunfire forced the green-skinned assault troops to retreat step by step.
Even the ordinary soldiers actually believed Luo Ning's words, thinking that victory was just around the corner.
Their fighting spirit returned, and their shooting became more accurate.
But just then, an even more violent and deafening collective howl suddenly came from deep within the Greenskin camp.
All the greens roared wildly, and the energy field of WAAAGH! instantly surged to its peak.
They launched another attack, more ferocious and reckless than ever before.
But this time, the real deadly threat is not these ordinary green-skinned kids or big guys, or even those green-skinned leaders charging into battle.
Instead, it is a gigantic, breathtaking figure in a vast green ocean.
He was over five meters tall, with muscles bulging like granite. He was covered in heavy armor, and in one hand he held a rotary cannon thicker than a man, while in the other he carried a huge chainsaw axe, the blade of which was covered in dried blood.
Behind him, twenty burly bodyguards, each over three meters tall, followed closely like iron towers.
Wherever they went, those green-skinned kids who were used as cannon fodder were easily crushed into mincemeat.
Luo Ning stood on the command vehicle, watching the huge figure slowly approaching, and gripped the communicator in his hand tightly.
The truly deadly thing has finally arrived.