Warlords: Rise of the System

This wave of enemy reinforcements displayed an unimaginable spirit of resistance.

They seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and each of them was determined to die, and they engaged in a fierce battle with the National Salvation Army.

Under the close supervision of the commander with a stern face and sharp eyes and the formidable inspection team behind him.

These enemy soldiers showed amazing courage and fighting spirit and fought a desperate battle.

Many soldiers of the Ma family army picked up heavy packs of explosives and bundles of grenades without hesitation.

Using his own flesh and blood as a human bomb, he fearlessly rushed towards the tanks and armored vehicles of the National Salvation Army.

In an instant, there were deafening noises, flames shot up into the sky, and smoke filled the air.

For a time, the powerful armored forces of the National Salvation Army also suffered heavy losses.

Many of the once majestic tanks and armored vehicles were blown to the ground and unable to move in the face of the enemy's crazy and cruel suicide attacks.

Fortunately, the drivers and passengers in the car did not suffer serious injuries thanks to the sturdy protective equipment.

However, more than a dozen of those steel behemoths, tanks and armored vehicles, were successfully destroyed by the enemy and turned into piles of scrap metal.

The two thousand female soldiers witnessed the intense and fierce battle before them. Although they felt a little anxious, they still maintained a high level of discipline and combat proficiency.

They waited quietly, their eyes fixed on the distance, hoping that the supply team would be able to deliver the much-needed artillery shells to the front line as soon as possible.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the supply team appeared in sight. They came all the way at full speed, carrying boxes of heavy shells.

The female soldiers acted quickly and worked together to move the precious ammunition to the designated location.

And in accordance with the procedures and requirements of previous training, the mortars were rearranged and debugged in an orderly manner.

At this time, the commander stood on a high place, holding a telescope in his hand, closely observing the movements of the enemy positions.

She looked solemn, her eyes firm and resolute.

When everything was ready, she waved her arm and shouted, "Fire!"

In an instant, deafening artillery roars rang out, and shells whizzed out, streaking across the sky like meteors, and heading straight for the enemy's position.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire.

The enemy's position was bombed with flying dirt and rocks and billowing smoke.

The originally solid fortifications were vulnerable to the powerful firepower and collapsed one after another.

The soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to escape.

Some were blown away with their limbs flying everywhere, while others were buried under the rubble and their life or death is unknown.

The whole scene was horrific, like hell on earth.

However, the female soldiers showed no mercy at all.

They continued to operate the mortars, pouring angry flames on the enemy positions.

After a long, fierce and tense battle, the female soldiers always stayed at their posts and operated the artillery with full concentration.

Their eyes were firm and resolute, and every shot was filled with anger towards the enemy.

Finally, when the last shell whizzed out and raised a huge cloud of dust on the enemy's position, the female soldiers stopped what they were doing.

At this time, they were already sweating profusely, but their tired faces revealed a hint of relief and satisfaction.

Looking around, the enemy's position had become a ruin.

The originally solid fortifications were blown to pieces, with broken walls and twisted metal fragments scattered everywhere.

The raging flames devoured everything, and the black smoke billowed straight into the sky, as if it was going to dye the entire sky black.

The ground was littered with craters, some were bottomless, as if they led to hell, while others were shallower, filled with dirt, rubble and blood.

In this horrific scene, there were also the mutilated bodies of the enemies.

Some limbs had been separated and scattered everywhere, while others were buried under the rubble, with only a hand or a foot exposed.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the sickening smell of blood, which made people shudder.

This wave of enemy reinforcements was instantly thrown into chaos and despair under the intensive and fierce artillery bombardment of the National Salvation Army.

The whole battlefield was filled with smoke and flames, as if it was engulfed by the flames of doomsday.

The vast majority of enemies were not spared, they were either hit directly by the shells and their limbs flew everywhere.

Or the shock wave generated by the explosion may cause their internal organs to rupture and they may fall to the ground.

There were only a handful of survivors left. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion. They stood there at a loss, having completely lost the will to fight.

At this time, the tanks and armored vehicles of the National Salvation Army Armored Regiment were already on standby.

Following the commander's order, these steel behemoths immediately made a deafening roar and galloped towards the enemy's position like wild horses.

They were unstoppable, raising clouds of dust on the battlefield and rushing into the enemy camp with overwhelming force.

Before the enemy could recover from the bombing, the machine gunners on the NSA tanks and armored vehicles seized the opportunity.

A torrential rain of fire was launched at the remaining enemies.

The bullets streaked across the sky like meteors, ruthlessly penetrating the enemy's bodies and splashing blood.

For a moment, screams and cries came one after another, interweaving into a melody of death.

Under the cover of the powerful firepower of tanks and armored vehicles, the brave and fearless female soldiers quickly followed.

They are agile and quick, rushing towards the enemy's defense line like cheetahs.

Faced with sporadic resistance from the enemy, the female soldiers were fearless and fought bravely.

After a fierce fight, they finally succeeded in breaking through the enemy's carefully constructed defense line.

After crossing this defensive position, what appears before your eyes is an endless, flat plain.

Even though there was still several miles between the two sides.

But with their sharp eyes, the female soldiers were able to clearly see the warlord troops in front of them, abandoning their weapons and fleeing in a panic.

At this moment, the dawn of victory was just around the corner. The female soldiers' morale was greatly boosted. They quickened their pace to pursue the enemy, vowing to completely destroy it.

The National Salvation Army’s majestic and powerful tanks and fully armed armored vehicles.

Like a group of steel beasts, they launched an almost crazy pursuit against the defeated and fleeing enemy.

You know, human legs can never outrun those tanks and armored vehicles that are made of steel, powerful and incredibly fast.

Although the enemy tried their best to flee, the distance between them was quickly shortened.

Before long, the tanks and armored vehicles of the National Salvation Army caught up with the enemy's lagging troops that were already in chaos like lightning.

At this time, the machine gunners on the tanks and armored vehicles all showed cold and ruthless faces.

They pulled the trigger without hesitation, unleashing a volley of hot bullets at the panicked enemies.

In an instant, gunshots resounded through the sky, and tongues of flames spurted out from the muzzle of the gun.

The dense rain of bullets drew deadly arcs in the air and then hit the target accurately.

The enemy troops lagging behind fell down one after another, in rows and pieces, under the torrential rain of fire.

Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the ground red, and screams echoed in the empty battlefield.