Boiling killing intent filled the entire forest.
Yet the armored thousand-man unit charging forward amid rolling clouds of dust remained completely unaware.
West Sailport's air force had already scouted the entire area ahead. The only things blocking the defensive line several kilometers away were a few anti-tank guns deployed in artillery pits.
Beyond that, there were several suspected foxholes and concealed areas that might be hiding scattered guerrillas.
Before the Conqueror 10, which could withstand a diving bombardment from a hundred-kilogram aerial bomb, those seemingly intimidating things were nothing more than toothpicks. At most, they could break a track.
And considering that The Alliance might have taught these guerrillas the "drone-under-the-chassis tactic," they had long since followed the Eastern Legion's example and installed chains at the front and rear of their vehicles to block drones.
Once those quadcopters came close, their propellers would tangle with the iron chains and lose power.
Not a single Velander doubted that once their tanks reached those Boro People, their indestructible tracks would roll right over those stunned faces.
This would be a battle without suspense!
Inside a moving Greyhound wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, Nikolas, centurion of the reconnaissance hundred-man unit, adjusted his observation scope's magnification. Comparing it with the map in his hand marked with symbols and points, he stared unblinkingly at the suspected artillery pits ahead.
The "rats" hiding in their holes had clearly noticed the dust kicked up by tires in the distance and were beginning to stir as they crawled out.
After releasing his weapon's safety, he maintained his vigilance while shouting into the communicator.
"...Enemy towed artillery is loading 2.5 kilometers ahead! Three guns spotted so far!"
A reply quickly came through the communications channel.
"Received!"
Nikolas took a deep breath, moving his eyes from the observation scope to the firing