"Roar!!!!" A deafening, beastlike cry erupted behind Indjori Chieftain Matlaba!
More than ten thousand Indjori warriors activated the Wing-Flapping Backpacks on their backs and swooped fiercely toward the Galactic Republic's landing zone!
That was right—their target was the landing zone of the Republic clone troopers in this direction!
Inside the landing zone established by the Clone Army, vast quantities of supplies were piled up like mountains, and transport ships were still taking off and landing. During the earlier fighting, Laslo Dorit had first issued the order for an all-out offensive, followed immediately by the counterattack of the Caladanian army and the Duchy of Dawn Army led by Shi Aimin. This had forced the Republic battlefield commander to commit all of his reserves.
At this moment, they had never imagined that their rear would come under a sudden attack!
The Indjori warriors equipped with Wing-Flapping Backpacks were like flying tanks. Cigars hung from their mouths, and thanks to specially formulated ingredients, those cigars affected Indjori like the most potent stimulants!
Most Indjori warriors carried Striker Assault Rifles. Rather than rifles, these weapons were more like rapid-fire grenade launchers, firing large-caliber high-explosive rounds with terrifying power. Yet their heavy ammunition packs and tremendous recoil meant ordinary people simply could not use them. For Indjori, however, that was no problem at all.
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!! Boom boom boom boom!!! Dense high-explosive rounds rained down from the sky, sweeping the landing zone's outer positions clean. Under the crushing firepower, the Clone Troopers left behind could not even raise their heads.
However, the Republic positions still possessed numerous defensive installations and firing points. After the brief chaos of being caught off guard, the Clone Troopers immediately struck back.
They set up large numbers of E-WEB heavy repeating blasters and raked the Indjori speeding through the air