Chapter 65 War Is an Iron Blanket (Please Read Later)

"Damn it, my chief captain, can you still move?"

Gnomion's weak voice sounded in Vaughn's ears, and he felt his head buzzing now.

Everything was blurry, the tall buildings and the burning valley around him seemed to be spinning around him, and the endless explosions were peeling off his consciousness.

"Captain, my captain."

Gnomion kept chattering, crying and shouting, leaving Vaughn no time to rest: "If you don't lead the brothers to move quickly, the survivors we have worked so hard to keep will probably fall into the stomachs of the cousins ​​of the Ninth Legion."

"Papa!"

Vaughn slapped his head twice.

He shuddered and forced his consciousness to wake up from the chaos.

Although what Gnomion said just now was a joke, if things really continue to develop, this possibility may not become a reality.

Everyone knows.

The Ninth Legion is the executioner of the Emperor.

They are strong, but their fighting style is cruel and barbaric.

They don't care about the lives of mortals, and sometimes they don't even care about the lives of their teammates.

Why is it the Ninth Legion?

Vaughn was in a mixed mood.

Hope and expectation, fear and worry.

Two completely opposite emotions intertwined in his mind, of course the former occupied a larger proportion.

The combat effectiveness of the Ninth Legion is unquestionable.

They have proven themselves in the brutal battles in the past.

But at the same time, their nature requires a little restraint, and Vaughn is not sure whether he can maintain the necessary situation at that time.

But he must survive from the hands of the orcs first before he has a chance to try.

If he dies.

There will really be nothing.

"Let's continue!" Vaughn said panting.

They just met a group of orcs on the road to Cyberport. The warlord leading them was even two heads taller than Vaughn in Terminator armor.

Although they successfully tore through the enemy's blockade and beheaded the barbaric greenskin warlord.

But Vaughn was also seriously injured.

His muscles were torn by the brutal blows of the orc warlords, his head was buzzing, his internal organs were bleeding, his left thigh seemed to be broken, and every step forward was painful.

I can't rest!

War is iron felt, it forges those who can withstand it.

"Keep going!"

Vaughn gave the order, hiding his pain under the black appearance of iron.

The remaining legions regrouped and marched rapidly towards Cyberport under the leadership of the chief captain.

They had limited time, and every minute of delay would increase the possibility of being completely trapped in the world of Corcyra. Before everything was completely over, they had to find a way to escape from here.

Perhaps Cyberport attracted all the firepower of the orcs.

In the next section of the journey, the soldiers of the 18th Legion did not encounter large-scale attacks by orcs.

A small number of greenskins who were roaming were crushed by them mercilessly.

Finally--

When dusk came.

Cyberport appeared in front of the soldiers of the 18th Legion.

The light of the stars has been completely obscured by the orange-yellow flame cloud, and the whole world is illuminated by the blazing war.

You can't tell the time by just looking at the sky. Only through the full battlefield perception module on the power armor can you accurately identify the increasingly urgent time.

When Vaughn and his team arrived at Cyberport, it was already in a sea of ​​fire.

The little bit of organization that the greenskins showed when they fired at the narrow pass was still gone at this moment. Now the orcs' machine guns are firing aimlessly, and every tall building in the city has become an attractive target.

The orc army from the north and south has broken through the city wall.

The whole city is within the range of their artillery fire, and a large number of greenskins are rampaging in the city.

On the launch pad of Cyberport, the hurricane blew away the ashes produced by the explosion of the shells. Vaughn looked up at the sky dyed red by the war and the arc of the shells across the sky.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the distance, like the sound of waves hitting a dam.

A steel building thousands of meters high collapsed.

The magnificent scene forced thousands of orcs to roar in excitement.

"These monsters are born to destroy and ruin."

Nomin suddenly spoke, his tone full of literature and sadness that had nothing to do with his rough and dark appearance: "This star port takes countless people dozens or hundreds of years to build, but it only takes a short moment to destroy it."

"These orcs are just wasting their resources. There is no war for them to enjoy here."

Vaughn narrowed his eyes and replied: "But they will not be satisfied with just this. They will not stop here. Unless their bodies are completely destroyed, the war will never stop."

"We don't have much time left."

Nomin took a deep breath.

There was a sound of exchange of fire in the sky in the distance, and the storm birds were firing at the orcs who dared to approach.

A huge shadow flew towards the sky from the burning cyberport. It was a transport ship full of refugees.

A large number of orc armed forces suddenly became excited like flies that found cow dung, and began to fire at the transport ship with all kinds of messy weapons.

The light of the small void shield on the transport ship flickered, and it reached the edge of overload in a few breaths.

Vaughn fired at the orcs at close range in an attempt to provide fire support to the transport ship.

A blue-purple flash came from the sky.

Although its light was weak, it also illuminated the surrounding void.

"Commander, an airship is approaching our direction."

Nomien's voice sounded in the communicator. The second captain was exchanging fire with a group of barbaric orcs. The roar of artillery fire could be heard in the sizzling sound of electricity.

"It looks like it should be right."

Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief: "Brothers, it's time to prepare for evacuation."

Swish!

A beam of extremely bright light passed through the sky. It was so dazzling that the flames burning on it almost condensed into a solid.

But it was so dangerous. The dull roar came from the distant sky after a few breaths.

Bang!

The airship that represented hope and its blue-purple halo were engulfed by flames.

The void shield on the airship could not even hold out for a blink of an eye.

It was instantly overloaded and then disintegrated.

It melted into countless metal fragments that fell like fireworks.

Vaughn felt that his two hearts had disintegrated along with the airship.

It was broken all over the ground, and his body felt cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

To make matters worse, the engine under his feet began to shake violently. Standing on the edge of the steel support and looking down, the endless orcs surrounded the platform like a green tide.

They were attracted by the sound of the exchange of fire when Vaughn opened fire to cover the retreat of civilians.