I picked up the dragon girl at the beginning and I used artillery fire to liberate the other world

The silver sword flashed by, and there was a crisp sound of metal collision.

The tracks fell off the inner wheels, and a Tiger tank weighing more than 50 tons finally came to a slow stop, lying on the ground and motionless, but its gun barrel was still turning to look for a target.

With another heavy blow from Taylor, the thick gun barrel began to deform.

This was the fifth tank Taylor had destroyed. He was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Most of the magic elements in his body had been consumed, and he used up all his strength in almost every heavy blow.

But at this moment, he felt relieved.

Looking around behind him, he saw that more than half of the iron chariots had been destroyed by the knights, with only a dozen or so left. They were still constantly adjusting their turrets and firing 88 shells that were enough to seriously injure the super-class knights.

Just as he turned his head, a tank had its tracks cut by his super-class teammates and fell to the ground.

"Nice job, bro."

Taylor couldn't help but praise out loud, but his teammates stood in silence for a moment, slowly shook their heads and sighed softly.

"Is it really all right?" His comrade's voice was dull and contained a hint of sadness. "Haven't you noticed yet? More than half of our Super Knights have been killed."

“They are not ordinary soldiers, but extremely powerful and valuable forces to the empire. The result of our paying such a huge price is just the destruction of dozens of enemy chariots.

Now, do you still think we did a good job?"

After listening to his comrades' reminders, Taylor realized that less than half of the super-class knights he was most proud of were left.

But his inner pride did not allow him to say discouraging words, "But, in the end, we still won, didn't we?"

After saying this, Taylor swung the silver sword in his hand suddenly as if in anger, rushed towards a tank, raised the sword and used all his strength to smash it hard on the tank track before the tank could turn its turret.

Just like that, he seemed a little crazy. Even though his arms could not help shaking, he continued to destroy one tank after another. Until all the Tiger tanks were lying on the spot, Taylor laughed madly, stretched out his arms, and fell freely backwards to the ground.

"Victory~Victory belongs to Excelsior."

For a moment, the land finally became quiet, and the surviving knights looked around in a daze.

Even though those armored beasts were no longer moving, they were helpless against the enemies inside. The thick armor was impossible to break unless one had Saint-level combat power.

"Do you want to go back now?"

A high-ranking knight who survived spoke cautiously, breaking the silence. He was almost on the verge of terror, and the sight of blood and flesh flying around made him vomit several times.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was really scared.

Taylor supported himself on the ground with his aching arms and half sat up.

"Of course, without these chariots, the enemy's attack will not pose any threat to us. The rest will be left to the warriors of the empire."

Taylor gave a forced smile at this moment, and slowly stood up, dragging his body, which was already cracking due to overdrawing the magic elements in his body.

"The Empire will make these foolish enemies pay the price."

The remaining eight surviving super-class knights and about twenty high-level knights couldn't help but secretly rejoice, they could be considered to have escaped a disaster, right?

However, before they could turn around completely, the stones and dust on the ground began to shake again, accompanied by a buzzing roar.

Taylor's body suddenly froze, and when he turned around again, his brown pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, the hairs on his body stood up, and his heart was completely filled with fear.

This is a desperate scene!

Even Taylor couldn't believe his eyes.

In the distance, on a small earthen slope hundreds of meters away, tanks appeared one after another, moving forward in unison. The machine gunners on top of the tanks were turning their guns toward him, waiting to fire wildly after getting close.

For a moment, everyone was stunned by this desperate scene.

The tanks were still pouring out, and their number had exceeded the total number they had destroyed with all their might. It was not until then that Taylor and his teammates realized that the tanks they had just destroyed at such a huge cost were merely the enemy's vanguard.

"Fake it, let it be fake!"

The high-ranking knight who had just been thankful for his survival screamed, and then, no longer caring about the glory of the empire or the knight's faith, began to flee madly towards the city of Tiberium.

"What kind of enemy are we facing? Can the Empire really withstand this endless torrent of steel?"

Some spoke in low and desperate voices, some silently picked up the silver swords, and some began to run away without hesitation.

Only Taylor stood there, laughing wildly from time to time. It was unclear whether he was laughing at his own powerlessness or the loneliness of the powerful empire in his heart.

He slowly raised the silver sword in his hand. Perhaps he did not want to face the fact of failure, or he did not want to witness the decline of the empire. Taylor raised the silver sword high in his hand, spun it, and then stabbed it into his abdomen with all his strength.

The pain made his eyes widen, and then the weakness of being on the verge of death made him slowly fall to the ground, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to face the reality.

This super-class knight ended his life in despair just like that.

The remaining knights knew they were no match for the enemy, so they either fled or rushed towards the tank cluster in a desperate and meaningless manner.

But with the machine gunners' strafing and the tank turrets continuously firing 88mm armor-piercing shells, these imperial elites fell one after another.

The armored group continued to advance forward, and the destroyed tanks were towed away by the logistics personnel. Soon they would become brand new tanks and be put back into the battlefield.

Like the roar of a new era, the armored group launched a continuous bombardment at the solid walls of Tiberium.

Below the wall was a cluster of fully armed armored personnel, and on the wall were imperial warriors holding iron swords and shields.

As the city walls continued to collapse and tanks and armored vehicles advanced, Tiberium, a military stronghold of the Rising Sun Territory, was ruthlessly swallowed up.

A red flag with a silver dragon pattern painted on it was planted at the highest point of the castle, indicating that the south gate leading to Chaoyang Territory was completely opened.

The wind blew over the red flag, and the soldiers sang the song of victory.