Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1473: Chapter 836

There was no doubt that Ricardo had achieved a brilliant victory.

After the armored units emerged from the gate, they not only completely routed the orc army attacking the fortress gate, but also beheaded the enemy’s commander on the spot.

For the orcs, the death of their commander had a particularly significant impact. The remaining orc attack forces, which were still considerable in number, immediately collapsed.

Any way you look at it, it was a grand victory.

However, on the battlefield of the entire planet, a victory of this scale is still far from enough to change the course of the war.

Victories like this one might need to be won a hundred times, or even hundreds of times, to completely turn the tide of the battle.

But is that even possible?

No, Ricardo knew this all too well.

Stowing away the Mjolnir, there was no trace of excitement on his face as he urged his troops to continue the attack.

For a long stretch afterward, they didn’t encounter any more or stronger enemies.

The previously routed orc unit clearly made the path ahead much easier.

But what was the cost?

The cost was that the fortress gate was breached.

The orc counterattack actually came very quickly. Although it was quite difficult to intercept the advancing human armored units from the front, their actions had clearly drawn the attention of the orc command center.

Orc forces had already begun encircling their rear.

This force, purposefully redirected from the orc command center, easily took the main fortress gate.

After the armored units exited, the open gate was naturally closed again. However, the human artillery positions, which were exposed while covering the armored units’ sortie, were later decimated by orc aerial attacks and concentrated artillery counter-attacks.

Lacking the fire support of heavy artillery, the gate couldn’t be held.

Although losing control was bound to happen eventually, the fall of the last line of defense at the fortress still weighed heavily on Ricardo’s heart.

He could only console himself that after deploying forces to attack the main fortress, the number of orcs coming to encircle his troops might not be so numerous, right?

Perhaps this was also a good thing.

Even though it meant the Space-time Locking Device would certainly be destroyed, it was something that couldn’t be held. Sacrificing something that couldn’t be held to facilitate smoother actions was presumably worth it.

However, just thinking about it doesn’t actually mean their actions would be so smooth.

The Green Skin Orcs were more numerous and more elite than imagined.

When two or three towering orc King Kongs, death machines, and war beasts appeared on the battlefield, the human armored units’ assault became even more challenging.

In terms of both quantity and quality, the enemy’s armored units surpassed those of the humans. Winning a head-to-head battle wasn’t certain, let alone achieving a direct breakthrough.

But Ricardo did not give up.

Even if blinded by the situation, it could be considered within his expectations.

After issuing a final command requiring the entire unit to advance ferociously regardless of the cost or casualties, he quietly departed with the Interstellar Warriors, each boarding a few Rhino Assault Transports separate from the main force.

On the front battlefield, the armored units of both sides clashed like two streams of steel, fighting fiercely. Priceless giant war machines were annihilated in the brutal battle, reduced to shattered scrap metal.

And the squad led by Ricardo, skirting around the front, did indeed face much less pressure. The fierce frontal combat held considerable allure for the combative orcs.

At this moment, the units Ricardo encountered were more often small support units or those going to ’spectate’.

With his strength, along with fifty Interstellar Warriors, they cut through these small units one after another.

During the breakthrough, Ricardo’s Thunder Hammer swung countless times, with numerous Beastmen reduced to pulp under his Warhammer. His once green and white power armor had long been stained, unrecognizable beneath the orcs’ blood.

And it wasn’t just him; his Combat Brothers behind him were the same.

On this path of slaughter, the fifty Combat Brothers were constantly decreasing.

The orcs weren’t an easy race to deal with, even the most ordinary Beastmen, wielding the simplest of guns, rifles, or ordinary machetes and War Axes, posed a threat to Interstellar Warriors in direct confrontation.

One, three, five of them at a time weren’t a problem, but when the Interstellar Warriors faced dozens of continuous assaults, it was a different story.

These so-called small units of orcs may be ’small’, but often number in the hundreds to thousands.

Each time they broke through encirclement, one or two Combat Brothers would often be left forever, unable to break free.

However, this wasn’t the worst of it.

As the battles here continued, their breakthrough direction also became the ’event’ itself, attracting even more orc units.

They began facing even more battles.

And as their numbers dwindled, the speed of the breakthrough slowed, making it easier to be surrounded.

In this process, silently, a Combat Brother would vanish without a trace.

But Ricardo had no time for anything else.

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