Just when Ikotomia was almost declared to fall, the ground was not optimistic, because the green-skinned waste ships directly crossed the orbit and smashed towards the surface of the planet. Fortunately, their positioning was not very accurate, and they eventually fell into an ancient city ruin far away from the world capital.
The good news is that Greenskin didn't directly give the foundry director a big one.
The bad news is that they got a lot of garbage, or materials, so when the apologists and fighter jets flocked to destroy the invaders, huge green-skinned war engines rose up and responded to the coldness of the divine machine with their roaring rage.
The scale of the invaded green skin was actually not large overall, about 10 or 20 million, and half of it was eliminated in naval battles, and one-third of the remaining half remained on satellites. In other words, the green skin on the ground of the world was only 5 or 6 million. This could be easily solved by more than a dozen star armies on other battlefields of the empire.
But the problem is that Alatimos is not strong enough, and it is not even as strong as the Markander II in the nearby hazy star field.
At the same time, the hunting army was dragged into the satellite battle, making it difficult to support the ground, and the situation deteriorated to a dangerous level, but the imperial reinforcements were not allowed to come just by saying that...
"Retreat! Retreat!"
On the deserted hill of death, guns and cannons roared, shouting and killing shook the sky, and the air was filled with smoke and inhuman roars.
Red collided with green on the gray ground, and then the red began to melt quickly.
The green skin holding various rough weapons broke through the defense line and climbed the ridge. They were mixed with various cans of murder composed of the wreckage of sacred machinery, and violently smashed the defense line of the apologists.
The priest of the army, Karris, could see the front line collapsed around him. As long as they could maintain the infantry front line, artillery and other long-range troops pulled back, they could still resist for a while.
But once they fall into a melee, their troops are too weak, and the enemy's troops are several times that of theirs.
The breakthrough of the front line turned into a defeat. Although the apologists followed the instructions and retreated alternately, the green skin was too fast. They were constantly defeated by the rough battle axe and machete, and were stepped into meat mud by the beast's iron hooves.
A fighter servant carrying heavy plasma cannons on his shoulders let out a final roar, piercing through a killing can, and then was overwhelmed by wild beasts and overturned to the ground by angry hooves - they hated these machines to the core.
"Alpha 16! Go closer to me!"
While giving instructions to Commander Alpha of the Apologists, Carrries raised his track spear and blasted a crazy off-road vehicle with a precise shot.
Immediately afterwards, a half-man-high chain saw battle axe, with a spiked iron helmet, rushed towards the Sui Army Priest in a landslide, a beam of light shot into the green-skinned transparent chest. It staggered for a moment, and then continued to rush forward for more than ten steps under the action of inertia before screaming and falling down. Black dirty blood and steam ejected from its open jaw.
Then a group of ugly green creatures flocked to the scene, clamoring to divide the relics of their former owners, and even the helmet was not spared, while the green skin around continued to roar and charge.
Although he killed a leader, Carl Rees was calm inside. His tactical statistics were only 1 on 32. The green-skinned leader could die at any time or produce it at any time, unless the biggest one was killed, it was not realistic.
The situation is still collapsing rapidly, and now they must gather together. This situation can be retained with an orderly retreat, and this opportunity is fleeting.
Suddenly, a shell exploded beside him. Although his personal protective force field prevented him from being injured, the violent shock wave still overturned him to the ground. When he was about to get up, a roaring green skin had already come to him, holding up the battle axe and was about to chop it down.
At the critical moment, a clerk suddenly knocked down the beast from the left, and the two fell to the ground to fight together.
The priest of the army quickly climbed up, surrounded by weapons and intersecting each other, his soldiers were being massacred, and he picked up his weapons from the trench on the ground, covered with blood and dirt.
The creature attacked him and a rapist rolled together, trying to insert his thumb into the other's eyes and strangle him to death.
The priest of the army raised his gun and a flash of light passed through the twilight. The twisted and fang-covered face exploded, making the surroundings covered with blood and brain tissue.
"GV114514, get up, they're everywhere."
When the apologist was still lying on the green-skinned corpse, Karris reached out and turned it over, but found that the helmet of the apologist who had served the Wanji God for ten years had been torn apart. The place where his face was supposed to be, now there was only a piece of blood and blood left... The fangs of the beast actually stirred up the metal helmet, and the broken fangs penetrated deeply into the apologist's face, leaving behind a piece of flesh and blood that reflected the glimmer of night.
The priest of the army left the corpse of the apologists, and he could hear the sound of many beasts approaching quickly.
After several consecutive shots, he stood on the other ridge, and when he took the entire battlefield into his eyes, his tactical simulator told him that the attack had evolved into a disaster.
The wise rulers formulated a plan to siege on all sides, which was no problem. Although their number could not overwhelm the other party, their firepower was sufficient, and the apologists still had an absolute advantage in data.
As the main military commanders who forged the world, the sages often regard war as easy digital games, but this is often the fundamental reason for the failure of a war, because some things cannot be measured with data, and war is not always a simple digital game.
For example, those dirty psychic shamans with green skins, and those sneaky lurkers.
The former used terrifying psychic energy to directly destroy half of the combat aircraft army legion, while the latter attacked the missile launching position, and the explosion created killed two sages and dozens of priests.
So the siege was shortened, and the green-skinned leader seized the opportunity very cunningly, launched a raid with those huge war machines, directly breaking through the siege line, and then attacking on both sides. The sage of the commanding sage could not be said to be in a hurry in the face of a sudden change, but he was also caught off guard. His choice was to mobilize the surrounding troops to try to block, waiting for him to re-plan the tactical route.
But the order was issued, but the speed of each unit's action was completely different. This gave Greenskin another opportunity to seize the opportunity and continue to pursue and fight in one direction. In just ten hours, eight clusters of escort armies were wiped out, more than one hundred priests with the army were killed in battle, and tens of thousands of war machinery and fighter servants were destroyed.
Karris's troops are now the only cluster of escorts that are surrounding the Green Skin, but rather procrastinating.
Because this is simply impossible!
Chapter completed!