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Ron's decision to engage the tough tanks wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision.

First, the other side does indeed have a small number of people, only a little over a thousand.

Ron's side can now fight ten against one.

However, if it were to be a family of excavators, they would be at a slight disadvantage in terms of numbers.

If it's not certain that we can achieve results with third-tier combat power, we should naturally try our best to preserve other advantages.

Secondly, Ron wanted to test his fighting style.

Anyway, Ron didn't think he could take down that Tier 3 tank.

Let Margaret deal with it herself; if necessary, we can add another Frost Giant.

That should be enough to keep them occupied, right?

That way he could free himself. He was only at the third level, so he didn't dare to rush into the opponent's more than a thousand first-level beings.

But playing on the fringes is fine, right?

Moreover, it's very convenient for him to jungle; he can catch a few and throw them into the small garden.

Inside was his specially made training ground, and tanks he had thrown all over his little garden.

Facing a third-tier dragon knight alone, there was no chance of escape.

They didn't even have a chance to activate the backup hidden energy source.

As long as the number is controlled, there is no need to worry about disturbing the women.

This is the fighting style Ron is preparing to experiment with.

Early the next morning, Ron, along with Margaret and the Frost Giant, headed to the encampments of the two small duchies.

The camp was located behind a low hill, with sparse tents and tattered flags.

The flags of the two small principalities flew side by side. There were not many soldiers in the camp; their armor was covered in dust, and their faces showed signs of exhaustion.

When Ron's silver dragon banner came into view, the knight on duty at the camp gate paused for a moment, then turned and ran inside to report the news.

The leaders of the two duchies practically jogged out to greet them.

Leading the way was a marquis from the Duchy of Coppercore, who was also the commander. He was a second-tier knight in his fifties, with gray hair and armor bearing numerous cannon fire marks.

The commander of the Hemlock Duchy behind him looked much the same.

Upon seeing Ron, the two bowed, then exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

It seems they were badly beaten by the tanks.

"Grand Duke of Silver!" The commander of the Duchy of Copper Core's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"You've finally arrived!"

Ron glanced around the camp, then looked towards the direction of the Tank Tribe's position in the distance.

"How is the situation?"

The commander of the Coppercore Duchy gave a wry smile, and without further ado, said directly:

"It's not easy to fight. Our two sides have a combined force of over 30,000 people, and after a month of fighting, we've only got a little over 20,000 left."

The key issue is that the enemy has lost fewer than ten men, making this battle unwinnable.

Their defenses were too strong; our soldiers' attacks were like tickling an itch—they couldn't penetrate them at all.

The commander of the Hemlock Duchy added from the side:

"We've tried everything: frontal assaults, flanking maneuvers, night raids, we've tried every method imaginable."

They're like an iron barrel, impossible to crack, and they have overwhelming firepower.

Ron didn't reply immediately; he nodded and then said:

"Let's talk about their troop deployment first."

The commander of the Principality of Bronze Oak pulled out a simple map:

"The Tank Tribe's position is over there, in an open area; they don't like complicated terrain."

They just stayed there. When we left that pioneering area, they bombarded us but didn't chase us out at all.

We're playing almost entirely on defense right now.

I also learned about the fighting style of the tank family from these two people.

"And the speed?" Ron asked.

"Medium," said the commander of the Coppercore Duchy.

"They are very big, but not as slow as you might imagine, especially in terms of speed of charge."

There's a skill called "Iron Wall Charge," where several rows of tanks charge in simultaneously, making it impossible to stop them head-on.

The only advantage they might have is an opening on their flanks when they turn.

After listening to this, Ron already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

It has strong defense, great strength, moderate speed, slow turning speed, and features an iron wall charge combined with long-range artillery coverage.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll take over. You all go and rest; leave the rest to me."

The two heads of the small principalities were stunned for a moment, then simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, Ron led the Silver Dragon Knights to the front lines.

I'm ready to personally test the combat capabilities of the tank family.

The tanks' position was on a gray-red plain with a wide and unobstructed view.

Ron rode on Margaret's back, looking down from a high place.

The tank units were positioned in neat rows.

Some of these are transformed tank warriors. Each one is over five meters tall, covered in heavy armor, carrying a cannon on their shoulder and a giant axe or chain hammer at their waist.

They don't look like people you want to mess with.

Ron observed for a short while, and then bursts of fire erupted from the Tank Tribe positions below.

Hundreds of tanks opened fire simultaneously, shells flying toward Margaret with trails of fire.

Margaret skillfully dodged to the side, but was still grazed by quite a few shells.

With so many attacks from these first-tier beings, Margaret couldn't ignore them and had to expend her magic to block them.

Ron's side has started fighting.

A horn sounded below. The knights of the Silver Dragon Knights began their advance.

The tanks' positions reacted immediately, their cannons turning in unison, and the first volley of shells roared in.

The cannonballs landed in front of the knights' formation, exploding in a burst of fire, with dirt and rubble flying everywhere.

Hundreds of knights were killed instantly. Even with the protection of armor and battle aura, it was still not enough to withstand the attack from a first-tier enemy.

Fortunately, after only two rounds of shelling, the legion had already charged to the front lines.

But when they were less than 500 meters from the position, the tanks' lines began to move.

The opposing team was fully arrayed, their accelerators revving so high that the air itself seemed to distort from the heat.

Then the other party sped up!

Thousands of tanks formed a steel torrent.

They crushed through tens of thousands of troops.

The Silver Dragon Knights' formation was shattered.

After suffering heavy losses in the head-on clash, the knights realized they couldn't hold out against the enemy head-on, so they scattered to the sides, trying to create distance.

However, the tanks' charging formation covered too wide an area, and the slower riders were knocked to the ground along with their horses. Where the tank tracks rolled, a mess was left behind.

Ron had a clear view of everything from his vantage point.

But he did not order a retreat.

The knights are very agile and won't be easily crushed by a single charge from the opponent.

The most casualties occurred after dodging one or two tanks, there were still six or seven more layers behind.

Fortunately, the Tank Man's charge did not last long.

After a wave of thousands of tanks pushed forward, the formation began to slow down, change direction, and regroup.

Charging is their strength, but turning is their weakness.

As the tanks in the front row began to slow down and turn around, the gaps on the flanks were finally revealed.

Ron's Knights seized this opportunity to concentrate fire on the tanks that were turning.

More than ten tanks were severely damaged, their tracks were broken, and they were stuck on the spot.

However, it is still difficult to secure a kill.

Those tanks with broken tracks transformed into Tank Man forms and began close combat.

Basically, it takes a whole squadron of tankmen and fifty knights to hold one off.

Even a first-tier official knight cannot defeat the opponent in a one-on-one fight.

Either you need the help of your knights, or you need several first-tier knights to attack together.

In short, Ron had a clear view from above.

In this round of battle, their own legion suffered a complete defeat.

Without transforming, even three times the number of knights of the same level would have difficulty breaking through the opponent's defense.

After transforming, their melee ability is greatly enhanced. Fortunately, their defense has a weakness, and two Tier 1 units can cooperate to gain some advantage.

After testing Tankman's true combat capabilities, Ron didn't send his knights to their deaths any further.

Let the Frost Giants go down and help hold them off so the Knights can withdraw.

Just then, a deep rumble came from behind the tank formation.

The ground began to shake, and the tank soldiers in the front row parted to the sides, making way for each other.

A giant tank, over ten meters tall, emerged from the passageway.

His entire body was covered in armor thicker than that of an ordinary tank soldier, painted in camouflage colors, and the ground trembled slightly with every step he took.

Titan King Kong, the late-stage leader of the Tank Tribe in the third tier.