Ashen Dragon

Giant Mountain raised the warhammer in his hand high, roaring, "Charge! Smash these Imperials to pulp! Strip them clean of everything they have!"

"Alright!"

"Waaaagh!!"

Finally catching sight of the Imperial soldiers' figures filled them with frenzied excitement.

Suddenly, the orcs surged toward the Imperial defense like sharks scenting blood, their eyes glowing blood-red, veins bulging across their bodies, skin crawling with pulsating sinews.

These war machines had gone completely berserk!

In an instant, the force field grew overwhelmingly intense and ferocious, sweeping over the Imperial soldiers like a tidal wave. Even battle-hardened Half-Red Dragon veterans couldn't help but shiver instinctively.

But soon, the Imperial officers and soldiers displayed their seasoned tactical discipline, swiftly forming multiple intersecting fire zones, raising their rifles, pulling the triggers, letting the bullets rain down on the orcs.

The Ogres and Half-Red Dragon heavy infantry, holding giant shields, stood resolutely at the frontline, ready to absorb the brunt of the beast tide's assault.

Glaring at the Ogres not far away, Giant Mountain's eyes sparkled fiercely as he bellowed, "I remember you! You're the one who hit me with that thing!"

The saying "enemies meet, eyes burn with fury" proved true as the Ogres cursed under their breath, lifting their rocket launchers while using their shields as a base, aiming at the distant orcs and shouting, "Kill it! That green-skin must die!"

"Hahaha, I can see it in your eyes! You're scared!"

"Dammit, back in the day, I followed His Majesty Cassius into battle against angels! Don't tell me I'd fear a puny green-skin pest like you!"

The enraged Ogre squeezed the trigger, launching a rocket that trailed white smoke as it sped toward an orc.

"Waaaagh!"

Giant Mountain charged headlong into the hail of bullets, raising his warhammer with both hands and roaring as he leapt a staggering dozens of meters into the air, dodging the rocket aimed at his head.

In the blink of an eye, the orc came crashing down in a jump slash from mid-air, roaring in fury as he carried unstoppable momentum and radiated an unimaginably terrifying force field.

At this moment, the will of tens of thousands of orcs converged on Giant Mountain, amplifying his strength and making his visage grow increasingly savage and horrifying, with flames erupting from the back of his hammer's head.

The veteran Ogre raised his head, muttering incredulously, "Just a green-skin..."

"Boom!"

The earth-shaking sound was deafening as Giant Mountain smashed his hammer down, shattering the Ogre's head into pulp. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere alongside fragments of bone, while the body sank deep into the ground, leaving a massive crater behind.

Since the start of the battle, the Ashen Empire had suffered its first casualty.

"Waaagh!"

"Crush them! Brutal Giant Mountain, mighty Giant Mountain!!"

"So strong, so powerful! We need to slaughter these Imperials just like that!"

"What's happening at the frontlines?"

"Giant Mountain! Boss Giant Mountain killed an Imperial soldier—heard it was a strong big guy!"

"Good, good!"

In an instant, the orcs roared with collective joy, their deafening cries shaking the heavens and nearly splitting the sky.

Though their casualty ratio remained at tens of thousands to one, they had nonetheless broken the zero barrier, a milestone worthy of celebration among all green-skin orcs.

"Boss Giant Mountain, I want to kill like you too! Throw me in there!"

"Throw you in?"

"Yeah, just like how you threw that poor guy as a meat shield earlier—toss me in!"

"Me too, me too!"

Driven by fanaticism, the frontline orcs had completely lost themselves in madness, their minds consumed by thoughts of slaughter and war.

They even begged Giant Mountain to throw them into the Imperial trenches so they could bash the Imperial soldiers with bone rods and stone spears.

"Alright!"

Giant Mountain went along with their request, grabbing two orcs by one hand and, with a light grunt, tossed both effortlessly into the air.

The two orcs gazed down at the Imperial soldiers in the trenches from above, gripping their crude weapons and shouting in ecstatic frenzy, "Waaagh! Die! We're coming for you!"

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense gunfire echoed as the two crazed orcs were riddled with bullet holes in midair under the odd gaze of the Imperial soldiers, looking like bloodied gourds before plummeting straight down.

Giant Mountain scratched his head and mumbled, "Guess this doesn't work either."

"Bang!"

"Gentlemen—these green-skins have grown so arrogant! This is an insult to the Empire!" An authoritative shot rang out, followed by a familiar voice.

Imperial soldiers turned their heads toward the rear, looking at the source of the voice—

Standing before them was a man with brown hair and golden eyes, dressed in a neat, sharp military uniform, one hand clasping a longsword and the other holding a silver handgun smoking faintly.

Four golden five-pointed stars adorned his shoulder, and a finely crafted Dragon Claw Medal hung on his left chest—a symbol marking him as an Imperial Count.

"It's Commander George!"

"By Cassius, he's come to the frontlines personally!"

"I've heard stories—he clawed his way up the ranks through battlefield grit, this commander is said to have earned his title by killing a Four-winged Angel himself!"

"I heard it was a Six-winged Angel instead!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

George scanned his surroundings, raised his handgun again, and fired shots into the air, drawing everyone's attention.

"Don't let their ferocity intimidate you! They're nothing but a group of inferior green-skins! Don't you want to rise up like me and become noble officers?

Pick up your knives, swords, and guns—for His Majesty Cassius, for the Empire! Give it your all!"

George's impassioned voice echoed through the trenches, stirring the spirits of all gathered. They felt the Dragon Blood flowing hot within their veins.

To see Commander George, the symbol of the "Imperial Dream," who had grown from a mere foot soldier to his current glory, spurred the frontline soldiers into action.

"Yes! Kill these damned green-skins! Wipe out these world-cursed pests completely!"

"For the Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

Veterans who had weathered the sands of countless battles rallied for the Empire!" They stirred by Imperial will and unwavering faith in His Majesty Cassius quickly organized into a counteroffensive.

Grenades flung from the trenches exploded amid the masses, instantly reducing dozens of orcs to a bloody mess.

Then, a dozen machine guns and a hundred rifles roared together, weaving a dense web of firepower that tore mercilessly into the charging orc horde.

In an instant, the unrelenting barrage felled countless orcs at the front, forcing their line to retreat by dozens of meters.

To deal with the particularly standout orc boss, Imperial officers and soldiers threw every strategy they had at it.

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