243: Chapter 243 Excitement (Additional Chapter for Silver Alliance Leader Shui Zhong Sha Tang) (Third Update) 243: Chapter 243 Excitement (Additional Chapter for Silver Alliance Leader Shui Zhong Sha Tang) (Third Update) Hearing Sun Duoxiang’s words, Lin Yao nearly lost his breath; damn it, they were being attacked in the face, and it still wasn’t time?
The people present looked at each other, not knowing what to say anymore.
Li Duhuai’s anger shot straight to his forehead, and he said annoyed, “If he won’t go, I will!”
Lin Yao patiently continued to persuade Sun Duoxiang.
“Give us a break, the opponent’s strength is too strong.
Li Duhuai and the others really can’t hold out, we really need you to take action.”
“Yeah, Brother Sun, please take action.”
“Brother Sun, please.”
The people at the scene all started to plead.
At this moment, Sun Duoxiang felt like an ant on a hot pan, sweating profusely.
But he still stubbornly responded, “When the timing is ripe, I’ll join in.”
All those present were immensely disappointed and didn’t know what to say anymore.
“Come on, what’s the point of talking to him?
If he won’t go, we will!
Lin Yao, just give the order.”
Li Duhuai was so angry that his face turned red.
Seeing Sun Duoxiang’s stubbornness, Lin Yao really had no solutions left.
After all, it was he who had personally recruited him, and he had agreed to the conditions, so he didn’t feel it was appropriate to throw a fit.
He just had to bear it and deal with the specific details after the war was over.
“Li Duhuai, you take a team of elite mecha members to restrain that guy.
Remember to just contain them, don’t even think about defeating the opponent, and make sure you keep yourself safe as much as possible.”
Li Duhuai readily responded.
Then Lin Yao took a deep breath and said, “Additionally, on the main battlefield, I will personally lead the charge!
Brothers, we will succeed or die trying!
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All those present shouted excitedly.
So the Martial God Guild’s forces began to move under Lin Yao’s command.
Meanwhile, only the reserve forces and some logistics managers of the guild stayed at this strongpoint.
They would understand the direction of the entire battlefield through surveillance drones.
The only one that stood out was Sun Duoxiang, the main combatant, as the rest regarded him with increasingly complex gazes.
This made the inside of the cockpit exceedingly awkward for Sun Duoxiang, who of course knew the saying, ‘He who takes the hand is subdued by soft words,’ but the problem was, Sun Duoxiang really couldn’t handle it.
In the cockpit, he morosely muttered to himself.
“Bro, come on, you wouldn’t really abandon me, would you?”
Of course, the war would not pause because of Sun Duoxiang’s participation or lack thereof.
On the frontlines, the Martial God Guild’s swarm of tanks took the lead onto the battlefield.
Upon reaching their designated positions, the tanks all turned sideways to form a defensive line, with reactive armor installed on the side facing the enemy.
In an instant, these tanks formed a defensive barrier to block the enemy’s rocket artillery attacks.
At the same time, squads of infantry and highly mobile Green Shield Mechas rushed forward, using the tanks as cover to launch fierce attacks on the enemy.
At this point, the Wet God Guild’s vanguard forces were wildly assaulting the Martial God Guild’s defenses.
The combat players of their guild, shouting slogans, chaotically surged forward, each face filled with frenzied confidence.
Seeing the enemy’s ranks so densely packed, Lin Yao did not hesitate to give the order.
A volley of tanks fired simultaneously, blasting the opposing forces and knocking them off their feet.
Meanwhile, the infantry squads and mechas showed no mercy, using the tanks as cover and mowing down any surviving players with a barrage of gunfire.
At that moment, when the Wet God Guild’s mecha forces saw their vanguard getting stuck, they charged forward.
The Martial God Guild’s mechas were not willing to be outdone and pushed forward as well.
Meanwhile, on the left and right flanks of the front battlefield, violent explosions rang out, signaling the full engagement of both troops.
The war grew more intense, with a steady stream of battle reports reaching Lin Dong.
Our troops on the left flank have successfully suppressed the enemy!”
Our troops on the right flank have successfully suppressed the enemy and are now eliminating their remaining forces.”
Lin Xiaoyu has successfully destroyed the enemy’s temporary airfield, taking out over thirty of their fighter jets.”
The front battlefield has crushed the enemy’s third wave of reorganized attacks, pushing their troops back.”
Despite the good news, Lin Yao couldn’t bring himself to feel happy.
He asked with a grave voice, “How is it going with Li Duhuai?”
“Update, apart from Li Duhuai, all brothers who went to intercept Mo Baoke have fallen, we can barely hold him back!”
The aide hesitated in response.
Lin Yao’s expression grew darker; another group of elites had died, and he was at a loss for what to do.
Just then, on the front battlefield, suddenly two extremely thick beams of light blasted over, instantly hitting two Green Shield Mechas.
The two Green Shield Mechas were blown to smithereens.
Mo Baoke, piloting the 3rd-generation mecha, Slaughter Blade, cut his way through.
Swinging the terrifying beam sabers in his hands, he destroyed everything in his path!
A mecha went down with each strike!
His terrifying presence made him a figure to be feared.
At that moment, numerous tanks on the battlefield turned their turrets to bombard the 3rd-generation mecha with a barrage of fire, while Green Shield Mechas lifted their close-range firearms and sprayed bullets like mad.
Regrettably, these attacks had no effect on the 3rd-generation mecha, Slaughter Blade; Mo Baoke maneuvered his mecha rapidly.
He seemed able to predict all incoming attacks in advance, dodging them with ease, and if he couldn’t avoid them, he would casually swing his beam sabers to slice down the incoming shells and bullets.
He then directed his mecha into the heart of the Martial God Guild’s mecha squadron, cutting down mechas like chopping vegetables—one mecha per strike!
Mo Baoke shouted excitedly, “Is this the best you’ve got?
Inside the stronghold, personnel on standby watched the latest battle footage, all anxious and practically steaming at the collars.
Block him quick, don’t let him charge into our ranks…”
Meanwhile, inside the cockpit of Tear Claw, Sun Duoxiang leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself like a dead fish.
“It’s over, it’s over, time to run…”
Just then, ding ding!
Sun Duoxiang heard a tap on the armor and a familiar voice.
He immediately sat bolt upright, controlling the mecha to look down, and saw Zhang Hao and Ma Ke covering Su Mo as they made their way to the foot of his mecha.
His heart pounded, and, feeling like a thief, he looked left and right to confirm that everyone’s attention was on the frontline battle and no one noticed him.
Quickly, he maneuvered the mecha to kneel, and slowly opened the cockpit.
Swiftly, Su Mo climbed into the cockpit.
Sun Duoxiang hastened to close it, then stood up to give up the pilot seat, his face streaming with tears as he bemoaned to Su Mo.
“Big brother, you finally came, I thought I was going to be abandoned.”
“I’ve been here for a while, but the campgrounds you were gathered at before were too well defended.
With so many experts present, I had no chance to get close!”