PNB Chapter 328 Line of Defense
Chapter 328 Line of Defense
After breaking into the inner circle, the nun felt that the orcs' firepower increased sharply, more than ten times more violent than before.
Before, only sporadic bullets were fired at them, but after entering the inner ring, the intertwined bullet trajectories formed a huge net, and the laser and torpedo bombardments that had previously covered the human advance disappeared at the same time.
She looked up at the sky. The aftermath of the Crimson Sword's artillery fire was still spreading on the void shield above her head. The sound of the explosion was diluted by the void shield and turned into a long and dull roar.
"Spread the lines! Clear the path!"
The nun screamed loudly, then she stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward first.
Looking down from the air at this time, the third human team has transformed from a bird with its wings spread out into a boat breaking through the waves. The nun's attack motorcycle rushed to the front to break through the orcs' defense, while the motorcycle soldiers following her pushed the green tide further away like the trail left by a boat passing by.
In the Chimera infantry vehicle, Howard also changed into the Astra Militarum combat armor and sat in the cabin with May and several other Astra Militarum soldiers. He fastened his seat belt, otherwise the bumps during the journey would be enough to throw him out of his seat. He said nothing, and the Om Messiah in his pocket was slightly hot.
The nun pushed the motorcycle gear to the end, then she let go of the handlebars with both hands and stood up, using only her legs to clamp the body of the motorcycle, and controlling the direction by shifting the center of gravity.
Just like the cavalry in ancient times, some people misunderstand that cavalry fight on horseback. In fact, if the knight is still sitting on the horse's back when the horse is galloping at high speed, the bumps caused by the galloping horse are enough to injure the rider.
Therefore, when the cavalry charged, the knight would stand up on the stirrups and only use his thighs to clamp the horse's belly, thus freeing his upper body to fight the enemy.
The nun now freed her hands and upper body. She pulled out two heavy grenade launchers, opened her arms and aimed diagonally forward, firing continuously left and right.
She didn't have to aim, because the density of orcs in the inner ring was close to saturation, and every bullet fired from the grenade launcher would inevitably kill more than one person.
Although there is a lack of long-range firepower in front, the front of the combat motorcycle is equipped with something like a snowplow. When running at high speed, the combat motorcycle itself is a weapon. Any orcs who dare to block its way will be cut in half by the sharp plowboard, and then hit the armored front and be thrown into the sky.
The nun's white hair was stained with a string of blood at some point. The blood of orcs would quickly turn red after coming into contact with the air, so it was impossible to tell whether the blood on her face and hair came from orcs or humans. The blood, which looked like ink splashed on her face, just happened to embellish her face, which was as hard and monotonous as a stone statue.
After the nun tore through the line, the rest of the human forces also began to bombard and clean up the surrounding orcs. Under the control of Om Messiah, the efficiency of these artillery grenades was utilized to the extreme, and every shell fired by humans would accurately hit the target.
The trajectories of all the shells were fine-tuned by Ohm Messiah before they were fired. These shells could accurately penetrate the most inconspicuous and vulnerable parts of the orcs' defense circle, effectively killing the orcs' manpower. As for those orcs hiding in their iron shells, Ohm Messiah would use heavy artillery fire to attack their weakest parts.
If there were no Om Messiah, each time these shells hit the enemy's vital points would be an extremely low probability event, but Om Messiah can make this low probability event a reality.
Without Om Messiah, the extremely small probabilities of each shell piercing the Ork lines or hitting the vital points of the Ork war machine would have to be multiplied by each other, and the final number would be an infinitesimal quantity, a number that could be ignored in mathematics most of the time.
However, the humans who were in the midst of a fierce battle had no time to care too much. At most, some people would find that today's weapons were particularly easy to use and had never jammed or overheated. They would not pay any attention to the orcs' scrap iron mechas that usually required humans to pour hundreds of kilograms of ammunition to destroy. Under their artillery fire, they seemed to be made of yellow sand and shattered at the touch.
In places that humans could not see, the bombs buried by the orcs all misfired, and the tank tracks passed through the minefield without any mines being triggered.
The horsepower of the Lemanus tanks and Chimera infantry vehicles also exceeded the maximum output standard. They could now directly jump over the trenches in the ground that would have trapped these big guys in the past. The human fighter planes in the sky were like gods, and only a few of the thousands of bullets fired by the orcs at them could hit them.
So far, apart from some motorcycle troops that were stopped by the orcs with their bodies, the troops led by the nun have not suffered any blows worth mentioning.
With the help of multiple factors, the nun troops that broke into the inner ring increased their speed instead of slowing down, and headed towards the towering cooling tower in the center of the Blackwater Section along the planned path.
When they reached the viaduct five or six kilometers away from the main cooling tower, the orcs used all the armor and artillery they could find to set up layers of blocking positions on it. Under this unreasonable stacking of materials, even humans with the protection of Om Messiah began to suffer heavy losses.
Each blocking line was like a row of scrapers. Every time the troops led by the nun broke through a line, they would be scraped off a layer of skin. The first to fall were the air troops, because the density of the shells fired by the orcs here had reached the point where they would collide with each other in the air. There was no place in the sky that could accommodate a lightning fighter or a thunder eagle.
Om Messiah tried his best to keep the vital parts of these aerial vehicles away from bullets, but the accumulation of bullets on non-vital parts would still have fatal consequences when it reached a certain level.
No human aircraft was hit in the fuel tank or cockpit, but even the wings and belly with the strongest armor were severely damaged after being hit by the oversaturated attack. The wing of a Lightning fighter broke, and it fell, trailing a long trail of black smoke, and finally crashed and exploded in the Orc battle line.
The conditions of the other aircraft had also reached their limit. The nun ordered them to retreat, because even if they persisted in fighting, they would no longer be of any help to the battle situation. However, no pilot chose to retreat. They took advantage of the last moment when they could still control the vehicle and aimed the nose of the aircraft at the orcs' firepower points, choosing to die together with the enemy.
The situation of the ground forces was also not optimistic. After several rounds of cutting into the blocking positions, most of the motorcycle troops responsible for widening the gap torn by the nun had been damaged. The nun was still at the forefront of the team, but the wake of her assault boat was gradually shrinking and even had a tendency to break.
So the nun had no choice but to lower the gear. In fact, she could not continue to maintain her original speed. The plowboard installed in front of the attack motorcycle she was riding was severely worn and blunt. The gaps in the plowboard were filled with mixed orc corpses. After the motorcycle hit an orc, it could no longer directly cut the opponent in half as at the beginning, but hung it in front of the plowboard until it hit the orcs' fortifications and was crushed into mud.
The power of the attack motorcycle under the nun's crotch had already exceeded its limit. Even through a layer of power armor, the overheated temperature of the engine was still transmitted to the nun's skin through the steel. The nun now felt that what was clamped between her inner thighs was not the body of the motorcycle but a branding iron.
However, after suffering huge casualties, the nun finally led the team to break through the first few obstacles with great difficulty. What appeared in front of her was the last and largest orc defense line, whose defense strength exceeded the sum of all previous lines.
Not only was this line of defense filled with thick defensive armor with spikes, but it also had multiple gun towers and self-propelled artillery, and sitting in the very center was a gigantic Gogo mecha.