Unlike the cowardly goblin pilots who cherished their lives, the dwarven soldiers were famous for their ferocity on the battlefield. Their motto was basically: Death? So what? If you don't like it, fight me!
Of course, ferocious as they were, when faced with a situation they clearly couldn't win, they would still retreat when necessary—just as they had earlier when confronted by the Ripper mecha charging straight into their faces. After all, being fierce did not mean being stupid.
At this moment, seeing that the threat from the Ripper mecha had been eliminated, the remaining dwarf tank crews did not hesitate in the slightest. Driving their Dwarf Steam Tanks, they came roaring back into the fight.
The instant they turned around, they once again began exchanging fire with the opposing force composed of Destroyer mecha.
During the Ripper mecha force's assault, quite a few Dwarf Steam Tanks had been destroyed. In turn, many of the opposing Destroyer mecha had also been wrecked beneath the bombardment of the Dwarf Gyrocopters.
In the end, both sides had suffered roughly equal losses, but their mindsets had already changed during the process.
Before this, the goblin side had held the psychological advantage. They had been thinking about how to wipe out their opponents and believed that they were still the side in control.
But now, with the Dwarf Gyrocopters entering the battle, unleashing a wave of bombardment followed by streams of flame, they had nearly burned away all of the goblins' confidence.
Facing the situation before him, even the Goblin General had gone numb. He felt as though he had fallen into a dead end and could not think of any way to break out of it.
At present, the only thing they could place their hopes on was the main force at the