The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 268 Who would have thought that Oglin was a catgirl just moments ago?
Brother Hao Nan: [Holy crap, guys, I think I accidentally charmed an NPC!]

Rice Noodle Roll Cat: [Let me elaborate!]

Blue-haired, white-bellied wild boar: [Quick, quick, I want some melon seeds!]

A loving father's milk is more powerful than sinful sin: [Eating melon +1]

Xin Liezhi: [Holy crap! An insane ID!]

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While Anton was still heartbroken over the loss of his first love, he was unaware of what was happening.

His first love, whom he had just lost, had already been resurrected from the resurrection point. However, this time, Brother Haonan simply changed his role and directly replaced himself with Oglin.

At this very moment, the news that the NPC Anton had fallen in love with the catgirl player had spread throughout the players' chat logs and was being disseminated by onlookers at an astonishing speed.

As many players watched Hao Nan vividly describe how he tricked the naive young man, a bunch of unscrupulous guys burst out laughing.

However, some players angrily denounced Brother Hao Nan for deceiving the pure feelings of NPCs. Of course, after their outburst, they turned around and asked Brother Hao Nan for advice on how to win over NPCs.

Alas, the poor NPC was just deceived by this unscrupulous guy; it's truly tragic!

No, they should find a way to help the boy overcome his psychological trauma!
So their current search for strategies isn't about replicating this shameless behavior; it's simply about giving the boy a new source of emotional support.

Having lost his beloved, Anton is now like a god of war, engaged in a frenzied bloodbath with Black Hawk soldiers in a trench.

Although there were several Black Hawk Empire veterans in this trench, they never expected that such a crazy guy would rush out from the corner!
After Anton stripped the combat engineer's breastplate off, he put it on himself and also took the combat engineer's submachine gun in his hand.

In a burst of intense gunfire, two Black Hawk soldiers, caught off guard, were killed on the spot. When they first saw the figure in breastplate, they thought it was one of their own men running towards them.

The other Black Hawk soldiers quickly sought cover and returned fire, with two bullets hitting Anton's breastplate.

Although the breastplate was very thick and successfully withstood the two bullets, the enormous impact still caused Anton's ribs to make a faint cracking sound.

If it were any other soldier, suddenly struck by such a heavy blow, he would probably immediately try to find a place to hide.

However, Anton, who was in a state of grief and anger at the moment, could not feel any pain. He roared as he emptied his submachine gun and threw two grenades forward.

Immediately afterward, before the smoke and dust from the explosion had cleared, he picked up his rifle, shot and killed a Black Hawk soldier who had poked his head out, then charged forward with his bayonet raised and roaring.

The last Black Hawk soldier never expected the guy to suddenly point his bayonet at his face. Before he could even draw his dagger, the enemy's bayonet had already pierced his body.

The intense pain contorted the Black Hawk soldier's face, and he even accidentally loosened his grip on the dagger with his right hand. Anton, meanwhile, twisted the bayonet several times with a ferocious expression, causing the Black Hawk soldier to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

After knocking down the Black Hawk soldier, he picked up an empty ammunition box from the side and smashed it hard against the soldier's head.

After being smashed several times, the Black Hawk soldier's head was cracked open, and his body was only twitching faintly before becoming completely still.

After doing all that, the feeling of his adrenaline waning left Anton feeling empty, and he even felt unsteady on his feet.

"It hurts..."

He clutched his chest, guessing that one of his ribs must have been broken.

But when he thought of the catgirl who had been killed by the enemy with an entrenching tool, his eyes flashed with hatred once again.

The pain he felt at that moment was nothing; all he wanted now was to slaughter every Black Hawk soldier he saw!
But when he tried to struggle to his feet again, he found his legs were too weak and he could only collapse helplessly next to the corpse, panting heavily.

Just as he was leaning on his rifle, trying to struggle to his feet, a rather rough hand, at least three times the size of his palm, grabbed him and easily lifted him up as if he were a chick.

Despite the powerful hand appearing to be very careful, Anton still felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

Damn it, that tug I gave him just now probably dislocated his wrist!

"you……"

Anton had just stood up when he suddenly realized that the guy who had grabbed him was actually a tall, burly, but ugly bald man.

He found it hard to describe the man's appearance for a moment, but he was certain that the man's features looked somewhat silly, like those born with mental disabilities.

But at the same time, he saw a cunning look in the man's eyes. He was certain that if he really thought of this man as a fool, then he was the real fool!
And most importantly, this man is ridiculously tall!
Anton wasn't short; at around 1.8 meters tall, he was considered tall among the generally malnourished soldiers. But compared to the tall, strong man in front of him, he looked like a skinny monkey.

The man in front of him was several heads taller than him, at least 2.5 meters tall, while he could only reach a little above the man's waist.

"Hey kid! How are you?"

Hearing this rough greeting, Anton shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"This is terrible! I..."

"Don't be so discouraged, Anton. Cheer up, there's a bright future ahead!"

After saying this, the giant roared and charged forward, with a small cannon strapped to one hand and an unimaginably thick wooden club in the other.

Watching this burly man run off like that, Anton was puzzled. How did he know his name?
And what exactly is this thing in front of me? Is it human?
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that such height and burly figure did not seem to be human. At least he could not imagine how a human could grow so tall.

Moreover, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt as if he saw a trace of the catgirl in this burly giant.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I must be hallucinating!"

"Don't be ridiculous, how could my goddess possibly have anything to do with this giant?"

Although the two men's movements and tones were remarkably similar, their appearances were so different that even though Anton sensed a strange familiarity, he didn't think much of it.

After all, who could have imagined that the petite and cute girl he admired before would turn into a giant man who was 2.5 meters tall and had a waist as thick as four buckets?
This terrifying contrast would give you nightmares!
After being replaced by Oglin, Hao Nan not only wreaked havoc in the trenches but also studied the unit's various combat capabilities.

Actually, judging from the current situation, he felt that the Oglin from this game was not as strong as he had imagined. At most, he was just a tough and strong elite soldier.

Of course, this could be because he only used Oglin's initial state and didn't configure any elite soldier sets.

The Oglinians that Andrei just created naturally couldn't possibly possess the advanced weaponry and equipment from the Dark Tide of Warhammer 40k. The technological gap between those and the present was too great; the research and development of them would be an unbelievable astronomical figure!
To put it bluntly, Andrei doubted whether he could accumulate enough influence points even if he killed everyone in the world.

Of course, although they couldn't use those more advanced weapons and equipment, Oglin's immense strength allowed them to use various ordinary weapons that were not suitable for individual use.

For example, a normal soldier simply cannot run and fire an old-fashioned water-cooled light machine gun from World War I. While players in Battlefield 1 can indeed do this, they also cannot hold a machine gun with one hand.

But Oglin can do it!

When players select the Oglin, they can hold a melee weapon in one hand and various ranged secondary weapons in the other, including a series of light machine guns.

That's not all; in addition to light machine guns, they can also choose weapons like AT cannons!

Because of its powerful recoil, this thing normally requires a support frame to be set up before soldiers can use it; otherwise, the recoil would be enough to shatter a soldier's bones.

But for Eugenie, what is recoil? What is this thing anyway?

He held a 40mm rapid-fire cannon in one hand and a huge club that looked like it could kill a horse on the spot in the other, while constantly loading ammunition into the AT cannon.

It's really great to charge forward while simultaneously bombarding the enemy with an AT gun.

Before the enemy troops who had just peeked out could figure out what was happening, a 40mm shell hit them, killing them instantly without even leaving a complete corpse!
In addition, a fear knight appeared out of nowhere, brandishing a greatsword, seemingly ready to single-handedly cut through an entire trench.

But as soon as he emerged from around the corner, he was met by Oglin, who was much taller than him even though he was wearing power armor.

Before he could even be surprised or wonder where this giant had come from, a shell struck his breastplate directly, piercing through his power armor and blasting the body inside into pieces.

"Nice! This combination is great!"

After switching the AT cannon to a light machine gun, Brother Haonan couldn't help but burst into laughter as he experienced the feeling of shooting.

The powerful firepower of the light machine gun was fully utilized in the trenches. Although it was not suitable for dealing with enemy power armor soldiers, it was quite effective against ordinary soldiers.

Most importantly, when using the Oglin, the trajectory of this light machine gun remained perfectly straight without any deviation!
This level of precision is even higher than when using the horse girl, truly demonstrating its immense power!
Meanwhile, the stick in his other hand had been replaced with a simplified version of the Storm Shield at some point.

This Storm Shield naturally couldn't possibly have the Atomic Shield from the Warhammer world; Andre simply couldn't have created such advanced technology.

But if it's just a normal, thickened riot shield, he can still make it.

The entire shield is made of homogeneous armor one centimeter thick, making it virtually invincible unless attacked by anti-armor weapons.

Of course, a two-meter-high, one-centimeter-thick homogeneous armored shield like this would not normally be something a soldier could lift.

If you do the math, this shield weighs over 600 jin (300 catties), which is equivalent to the weight of five relatively thin soldiers!
Only Oglin's terrifying physical abilities allowed him to hold this large shield with one hand and mount a light machine gun directly on the shield with the other, instantly turning himself into a mobile machine gun bunker.

Oglin's terrifying assault completely bewildered the Black Hawk soldiers who had just rushed into the trenches.

They couldn't understand whether they were besieging an ordinary Cambrian Empire infantry division and had already cornered them.
How come such a monstrous monster suddenly appeared while we were fighting?
Without a doubt, the Oglin before us must be some kind of cyborg, and could never be a normal human.

To put it bluntly, if the Cambrian Empire could really raise such normal humans using ordinary reproduction methods, then this land would most likely be a place of "outstanding people and abundant resources" to a certain extent, perhaps even comparable to the polluted land of the neighboring North Qing!
Black Hawk soldiers roared and charged forward, trying to stab the terrifying behemoth to death with their bayonets from the side of the large shield, but Hao Nan, who was using Oglin, simply savagely charged and sent him flying.

The Black Hawk soldier who was thrown back felt like his bones were broken. He struggled to get up on the ground, but a huge foot slammed down on him with a thud, and then he fell still.

At that moment, the Black Hawk soldier felt as if he had been struck by a Dread Knight equipped with power armor, and even the Dread Knight might not have been able to generate such an impact!

"My God, you big guy, where did you come from?"

A Cambrian officer noticed Brother Hao Nan, who was wreaking havoc in the trenches. He ran over excitedly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

"Sir, I'm from the paratroopers who jumped down from the sky earlier. We've come to support you!"

Hearing this, the Cambrian officer was somewhat confused. How come he didn't know that the Cambrian Empire had any legitimate airborne troops?

In his mind, the Cambrian Empire's airborne forces were still in the experimental stage and had not yet reached a significant scale.

As for now?
The Cambrian Empire's elite veterans have long been an extremely scarce resource. They are already struggling to build numerous teams with these elite veterans, so how could they possibly gather all of them together to form an airborne force?
Moreover, they are currently in a defensive position and don't need any airborne troops!

Airborne troops are used for offensive operations, specifically landing behind enemy lines to pave the way for subsequent large-scale attacks.

As for airdropping troops behind enemy lines to act as suicide squads for sabotage, that should be considered an infiltration team or guerrilla unit.

He didn't understand what was going on, but that didn't stop the Cambrian officer from welcoming the big guy in front of him.

After shaking the big guy's fingers affectionately, he looked on in astonishment and wondered what this guy ate to grow up like that.

He simply couldn't imagine that a normal person could grow so burly just by eating!

Of course, if the giant in front of him was just unimaginably burly, then when he saw the other random beast girls, he was truly amazed.

However, this also confirmed to him that the team in front of him was most likely an experimental unit.

Otherwise, how come he didn't know that the Cambrian Empire had such cyborg paratroopers before?
Besides these cyborgs, he also saw quite a few ordinary Cambrian soldiers.

However, these Cambrian soldiers were not only extremely brave in combat, but they also carried a large number of automatic weapons, with almost everyone having a submachine gun or something similar.

This further convinced him that the Cambrian army that came to his aid must be a highly elite special force!

"Great! Reinforcements have arrived!"

"What? Reinforcements, and elite troops at that? That's even better!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the Cambrian Empire infantry army that was holding out.

The infantry corps commander, who was still fighting in the headquarters, initially found the news hard to believe, as he had not received any information that reinforcements were about to arrive.

When he saw the chaotic scene on the battlefield, he couldn't help but believe it for a moment.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have known that there was a tough guy in his team who could wield a big stick and bowl the Blackhawk Dread Knight like a bowling ball!

The Fear Knight, who had just been sent flying by a heavy blow from the club, got up from the ground with an incredulous look on his face, his eyes filled with a sense of existential doubt.

The blow he received earlier didn't cause him any serious injury; the excellent shock absorption system inside the power armor only made him a little dizzy.

But he didn't understand who was truly a mortal being.

He charged forward wielding his greatsword, only to be sent flying by a single blow from the opponent's staff!
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was just an ordinary soldier, but he's actually a powered armored soldier.

Somewhat annoyed, he aimed his submachine gun at the big man and immediately unleashed an extremely dense barrage of fire.

With a series of crackling sounds, the Oglin player who was charging forward was immediately hit by a barrage of bullets.

However, even after being hit by dozens of bullets, he did not fall down; most of the bullets seemed to have just lodged in his flesh!

"Monster! It's a fucking monster!"

The Fear Knight was incredulous; this was the first time he had ever encountered such a ruthless character!
Having high muscle density is nothing special, but having muscle density so high that even submachine gun bullets can't penetrate it? What on earth is that?

People say that these days, if you go to the battlefield, you might easily encounter some strange and evil things. He thought that the Cambrian Empire could be considered a relatively reliable safe haven, but it turns out he was overthinking it.

He was momentarily at a loss when faced with this Oglin player.

Theoretically, his plated metal greatsword should be able to easily kill this big guy, but all of this remains theoretical.

The truth is, Oglin's arms were much longer than his, and with that extremely dangerous club, Oglin's two-handed greatsword hadn't even had a chance to strike before he was knocked away by the club!

But he was reluctant to back down now.

After all, he was a Fear Knight. How could he be so easily defeated by a cyborg soldier with little armor?
Just as he was thinking this, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out from behind him. The Oglin player seemed to sway slightly, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, remaining motionless.

Immediately afterwards, another Fear Knight carrying a 37mm anti-tank rifle approached and asked his companion:
"How are you? Are you alright? Is everything alright?"

"Don't even mention it! Let's quickly see what kind of monster this is. When did the Cambrian Empire start producing such terrifying things?"

The Dread Knight who had just fought Oglin to the death breathed a sigh of relief, kicked the massive corpse on the ground, and asked his companion.

To be honest, if his companion hadn't suddenly fired a divine shot from behind, he felt he might have been beaten to death by this monster!

"...I don't know, but without a doubt, this thing is definitely not a human that grows normally!"

"See if you can drag this body out of the trench. When we get back, we can dissect it. Maybe we'll find something unexpected."

Another Dread Knight had his eyes on the player's left-behind Oglin corpse, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

If one day the Black Hawk Empire could also produce such powerful troops, wouldn't they be invincible on the battlefield?
Just then, the Fear Knight, who was busy carrying corpses from the ground, groaned and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Another kind of fear-inducing knight was terrified and quickly raised his gun to look around, but then he also felt an unimaginable pain in his body, and then he knew nothing more.

"Hmph, serves you right! You actually tried to steal my corpse!"

The player once again transformed into Oglin and ran away, but this time, while transforming into Oglin, he also added a psionic class to himself.

To be honest, he felt that the psionicist and Oglin were not a very good match, because Oglin was too big a target, and his attributes were basically all put into frontal charges, while the psionicist was like a cunning old man hiding in the shadows.

But it didn't matter. He felt that this combination looked pretty cool. Once Oglin knew how to use magic, who wouldn't be afraid of them?
"Achoo! What's that?"

Andrei rubbed his nose, suddenly feeling a strange sensation.

For some reason, he always felt as if some big blue bird was talking about him behind his back, perhaps because an Oglin version of a psionicist had just been born on his side?

In theory, Tzeentch could probably get Oglin to count from zero to nine, but whether he could train Oglin into a psionicist was another matter entirely.

Regardless, the combination created by the player looks very Tzeentch, almost comparable to the Tzeentch Ogre from Warhammer Fantasy!

Who knows why the wise and selective Tzeentch would bless a group of cannibals?

Could it be that this contrast is also part of the change?
Wow! This is really going according to plan.

After making a few casual remarks, Andrei turned to look at the artillery positions behind him. He had just turned around when he saw Katyusha rockets unleashing a massive salvo.

A barrage of rockets instantly created a shower of fireballs, which fell upon the Black Hawk Army's positions in the distance.

He didn't know exactly how badly the Black Hawk Army had been bombed in this round of attacks, but from his current vantage point, looking through his binoculars at the scene of flames soaring into the sky, he found it quite awe-inspiring.

"Did they blow up an ammunition depot, or a fuel depot?"

Andrei was somewhat curious; normally, his bombing shouldn't have caused such a commotion.

It doesn't matter, let the players slowly bomb forward. In addition to the huge bombing ahead, Andrei's troops are also slowly advancing.

The reason for the slow advance, instead of a direct charge into the enemy's position, is that these artillery players haven't had their fill of bombing yet!
Now, if they rush to the enemy's position, they might be able to inflict heavy casualties on the enemy with this wave of artillery fire and catch them off guard, but they feel that they are more likely to be torn apart by this terrifying artillery fire.

So even though a large number of players have acquired the Krieg skin, they did not follow Krieg's example and launch a silent, desperate charge.

Especially since they already have a large number of armored units and are in a superior position, charging forward under artillery fire is just asking for trouble.

Krieg may have been reckless in battle, but that doesn't mean they would willingly die.

On the distant position, the commander of the Black Eagles Infantry Division was thrown into a huge panic, because he never expected that he would encounter General Vorontsov's troops here.

Without a second thought, the Black Hawk Empire has already learned from the experience of being thoroughly defeated by Andrei.

If you encounter any strange or unusual weapons on the battlefield, it's highly likely that Vorontsov's troops have appeared.

No one knows exactly why, but General Vorontsov's troops were completely different from the other Cambrian Empire's armies. The two sides were vastly different in terms of equipment and tactics, and there was almost no comparison between them.

"Damn it, we've encountered a fierce attack from the Vorontsov battle group! Requesting backup!"

In the semi-underground command post, their division commander was anxiously making phone calls, trying to get other Black Hawk units to come to their aid.

But when the other Black Hawk units heard the news, they all fell silent for a moment.

There was no other way; Andrei's series of amazing achievements had already made them fully aware of what kind of combat group this was.

To put it bluntly, even a Titan legion would likely be defeated in a head-on confrontation with them, let alone ordinary troops like theirs.

Of course, they didn't know that Andrei's team currently had no Titan units.

But no matter what, the living saint player on Andrei's side is still there.

"Damn it, what do you mean by telling us to hold our ground and buy as much time as possible?"

"You are committing dereliction of duty. Do you deserve the imperial eagle emblem on your chests?"

When the division commander received orders from the rear to hold the position and delay as much as possible, he felt as if his heart had turned ice-cold.

How could he not understand the underlying meaning of the command?
Isn't this telling him:

There is no hope, just wait for death, say goodbye!

"Fight back! Let our artillery fire back! Where are our artillerymen?"

After slamming down the phone, the division commander roared at the soldiers beside him, but the next second, he received devastating news that almost made him vomit blood.

"The emperor's red underpants! What do you mean our artillery has been destroyed by the enemy? How long has the war even lasted?"

He was somewhat incredulous. Was his division's artillery really going to be wiped out like this?

Although the current situation looks rather bleak, it is indeed the case.

Andrei's air force had already discovered the enemy's artillery positions and carried out a heavy bombardment of them.

After the bombing was over, as they retreated, they relayed the enemy's artillery positions to the artillery players behind them, instructing them to quickly locate the enemy's artillery positions.

Andrei's Hammer, positioned at the rear, struck first, its 203mm heavy cannon achieving a precise kill from a great distance, inflicting heavy damage on the enemy's artillery positions with just a few shots.

The remaining artillery was still busy moving, but with the cover of rear fire, the Katyusha rocket launchers, which had successfully reached the front positions, once again launched a fierce barrage on the artillery positions.

After this barrage, the artillery unit of the Black Hawk Empire's infantry division was almost wiped out.

After bombarding these areas, the player's artillery began a large-scale free bombardment, causing immense suffering to the Black Hawk Army along the way.

The artillery composition of Andrei's unit was quite strange, but it was basically all heavy artillery, with the smallest gun being a 122mm howitzer.

So much so that when this terrible bombardment began, the Black Hawk soldiers felt as if they were completely engulfed in a sea of ​​artillery fire; it was the first time they had ever experienced such intense bombardment.

"They're insane, absolutely insane! With this level of artillery fire, do they think they're attacking the Maginot Line?"

Listening to the deafening roar of artillery fire outside, the division commander, hiding in the headquarters, muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with despair.

He never dreamed that he would one day encounter such a terrifying bombardment on the battlefield of the Cambrian Empire. In general, the style of this bombardment was completely out of character for the Cambrian Empire!
Leaving aside the Soviet Union during World War II, at least during this period, the Cambrian Empire had not yet developed artillery-based tactics.

To effectively implement artillery tactics, a robust and comprehensive industrial system is essential.

While the Cambrian Empire's current industrial level cannot be said to be completely inadequate, it is certainly severely unbalanced in many aspects and too fragmented.

As a result, although the Cambrian Empire was also a long-established great power, in terms of artillery, they were completely inferior to the Iris Empire's artillery, let alone the Black Hawk Empire's artillery.

In most battles, the Cambrian army, with its equal numbers of troops, would be at a huge disadvantage in terms of artillery, which meant that the Black Hawk artillery almost always suppressed the enemy with heavy firepower.

It wasn't until this time, when they truly witnessed Andrei's firepower mode, that they realized what incredible firepower really meant.

I don't know how much time passed, but the terrifying bombardment finally ended.

Hiding in the trenches, the Black Hawk soldiers, trembling with fear, hadn't even had time to rush out of their bunkers when they heard the whistle outside, a sound like a death knell.

Beep——!
Sharp whistles rose and fell, with ordinary players shouting as they charged, creating a somewhat somber background sound of charging amidst the silence of the Krieg players.

A large number of players surged forward like a tidal wave, almost touching the barrage of bullets that had just finished firing.

Under normal circumstances, even if an army has mastered advanced tactics such as infantry-artillery coordination, it would be impossible for them to have infantry follow the barrage so closely.

Artillery fire has no eyes; it could fall on our own people at any moment.

However, the players' artillery fire was accurate enough, and the other players were also reckless enough, so they didn't mind following the artillery fire closely in the face of the intense battle.

If they hadn't felt it was completely unnecessary, and hadn't been busy with a large-scale firepower campaign just moments before, they would have already rushed onto the enemy's positions and started a meat grinder war.

Players, like brooms, ventured deep into the trenches, quickly clearing out the Black Hawk soldiers hiding inside.

Although the Black Hawk soldiers hiding in the trenches were all elite, most of them had received relatively rigorous training.

Players can face terrifying automatic firepower, medics capable of instantly turning people into sit-ups, all sorts of bizarre and outlandish units, and unpredictable subspace bombardment.

Faced with all of this, the Black Hawk soldiers felt as if this battle was a nightmare.

Just then, Andrei's living saint appeared.

With just a wisp of winter's fury, the Black Hawk soldiers in the entire trench were engulfed, and the living saints soaring in the sky were like flying ice-making machines, wreaking havoc.

Countless Black Hawk soldiers were frozen into ice sculptures under the ravages of the Living Saint; in the blink of an eye, at least two companies of Black Hawk soldiers were wiped out on the spot.

Anti-aircraft fire was aimed at the living saint soaring in the sky, but the frost shield that had formed on its surface successfully blocked these not-so-fierce anti-aircraft guns.

The 88mm anti-aircraft gun couldn't easily lock onto such a small target quickly. The guns firing at that moment were either heavy machine guns that the soldiers had just set up or some anti-aircraft machine guns that had been prepared in advance.

Faced with these small-caliber weapons, the Living Saint almost completely ignored them. Turning his head, he suddenly noticed what appeared to be a relatively hidden bunker in the distance.

Although the location appears to be relatively hidden, the presence of a group of military vehicles nearby and several air defense positions around it indicates that this must be an important location within the Black Hawk position.

If we're lucky, this might even be the enemy's headquarters?
Thinking of this, the living saint instantly conjured six frost longswords beside him and then rapidly swooped down.

Judging from his appearance, he must be planning to capture the leader first.

While making phone calls for reinforcements, the division commander frantically directed his troops to reinforce the front line of defense.

He couldn't quite understand how the enemy had managed to launch such an attack.
Vast sections of the defensive line were being breached by the enemy at an alarming rate, as if the heavy troops he had deployed there were rendered useless.

They had clearly prepared contingency plans to counter the Cambrian soldiers' attacks and had even repelled several waves of Cambrian troops attacking from different directions.

But when faced with Vorontsov's troops, they were as vulnerable as infants, completely unable to mount any effective counterattack.

"Enough! Don't talk to me about casualties. We've been suffering heavy casualties all along!"

"Hold your ground! Give me another thirty minutes. If you lose the position within thirty minutes, I will execute you!"

The division commander was still yelling on the phone when he suddenly heard a scream coming from outside his headquarters.

"Fire! Take him down! Ah—!"

"Monster, this is a monster!"

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Accompanied by screams, a burst of extremely intense machine gun fire suddenly erupted.

The division commander knew that such a dense burst of machine gun fire must have come from the Peacemaker mech located in his guard unit, as only its four machine guns could unleash such firepower.

However, the firepower of this thing did not seem to stop the enemy outside.

Crack! A sharp metallic cutting sound suddenly rang out, as if someone was using a chainsaw to vigorously saw through a metal plate.

While directing the frost swords that condensed around him to continuously gather around him and use them to kill enemies, the Living Saint also used a chainsaw sword that appeared out of thin air to fiercely cut the top of the Peacemaker mech.

When he descended from the sky and launched a surprise attack, the Black Hawk soldiers reacted quickly, but it wasn't very effective.

The flying swords flew everywhere, and one Black Hawk soldier after another who charged forward all fell to the unpredictable icy flying swords.

Even this mech was easily dodged by him with a single dodge, and he jumped onto its top cover and began to cut it with force.

When the top of the mech was severed and then pried open by a giant frost hand, the two Black Hawk armored soldiers hiding inside showed expressions of terror.

They never dreamed that one day the enemy would actually use this method to open their cans!
After easily taking care of the two armored soldiers inside, the player, a self-proclaimed saint, lost interest in continuing the game.

With a single Winter's Fury, he froze the guard company that was charging toward them into ice sculptures, and hundreds of Black Hawk soldiers were swallowed up by the blizzard.

Immediately afterwards, carrying the six icy flying swords he had conjured, and with a glittering shield covering his body, he entered the bunker and forcefully cleaved open the door in front of him.

After striding inside, he addressed the group of Black Hawk officers hiding there:
"Everyone, the game is over. We're surrendering now, and at least you'll have a slightly more dignified ending."

"Of course, if you don't want to be dignified, I can help you be dignified!"

(End of this chapter)