Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1876 - 568: Big Surprise! _2

Chapter 1876: Chapter 568: Big Surprise! _2

Therefore, this first elite surprise attack is highly likely to catch the other side off guard.

"I’m going."

Seven Brown glanced at Leonard Churchill, said no more, closed the mechanical battle armor’s cockpit, and issued the command: "Prepare to move!"

Beside her, over a hundred mechanical battle armors instantly entered combat mode.

....

On the other side.

Within the army of Machinery City of the Orlan Royal Court.

Here, as always, the monotonous march made everyone appear listless.

On the city wall, the patrolling soldiers were unaware of the impending crisis.

In Machinery City, besides the soldiers, there were also recruited commoners.

Boiler Worker Old Jack was one, originally tending steam boilers for decades in this No. 66 Machinery City.

He had long been accustomed to the choking smell of coal smoke in the cabin.

Oh, it turned out it’s not called No. 66, it’s called "Mosson Castle."

It was the private property of Viscount Moson, continually cultivating the rich yellow iron mines in the central Federation’s Sikkim Mountain range.

Later, people from the Southern Continent came, and the war turned Machinery City into a war fortress.

Old Jack was still a boiler worker.

Initially, those military officers disliked him for his age, not wanting him.

But having lived on Machinery City for half his life, he was too familiar with his old comrade.

Anyone else would find it uncooperative; even with plenty of coal, it would sulk and shut down.

So, Old Jack was recruited again.

Oh, now it’s no longer called the Federation.

He was a bit senile.

Old Jack chuckled self-mockingly, rolled himself a cigarette with tobacco, lit it, and took a puff, showing an enjoyable expression.

Just then, a childish voice called out: "Grandpa, grandpa... smoke less, Uncle Kole said smoking too much is bad for health."

Old Jack turned to see his chubby, fair grandson, revealing a set of teeth stained black from years of smoking, but he immediately extinguished the cigarette, smiling as he picked up the young child who had crawled out from the coal heap, his eyes full of doting: "Alright. My Little Danny, why have you come to the boiler room again..."

The little one was only four or five years old, born with red lips and white teeth. But having just climbed out of the coal pile, his little face was dirty.

Old Jack thought to himself that he couldn’t have such a good-looking grandson; he was a stray picked up during the turmoil a year ago.

This little one almost got crushed under the wheels of Machinery City, lucky that he spotted him and rescued this little muddy thing from the ranks.

Oh, who knows if this little one’s parents are alive.

Little Danny held Old Jack’s face, asking in a still very immature voice: "Grandpa, grandpa... where are we going? It’s been so many days without stopping."

Old Jack swung his grandson through the air like a swing, his smile breaking into a bright daisy: "To fight a war."

Little Danny tilted his head and asked innocently: "Oh. Is it to fight those nasty enemies from the Southern Continent?"

Old Jack chuckled: "I don’t know. I heard people from the Southern Continent have been driven away."

As he spoke, he couldn’t resist the irritation in his throat, coughing several times.

This was an old occupational disease from being a boiler worker.

Little Danny, half-understanding, thought for a moment: "Oh. Then where are we going?"

Old Jack looked through the ventilator window of the boiler room, gazing into the future, a gray expanse, seeing nothing: "I don’t know. Little Danny, do you remember what grandpa said yesterday?"

Little Danny nodded seriously: "Yes, I remember. When the cannon sounds, hide in the innermost compartment of the boiler room. It’s the sturdiest. Wait for the cannon fire to stop before coming out."

"Our Little Danny, great job!"

Hearing these words, Old Jack’s wrinkled face was full of comfort, offering up praise.

War has always been cruel, and no one can guarantee how long they will live.

Originally, if not for the little grandson picked up along the way, Old Jack felt his old bones, if they died, they died.

After all, he felt he had lived enough.

Oh, after a lifetime of tending boilers, it’s time to rest.

But now.

He suddenly feared death again.

Afraid of dying and leaving Danny alone, so young, how could he survive?

Still at an age where he needs someone to help him break the black bread, how could he survive in this brutal war.

Oh, wish this damned war would end soon.

Old Jack spat out a curse.

But then, "boom," a cannon sounded nearby.

....

The ambush was set at a hilltop, inconspicuous.

When dozens of Steel Fortresses of the enemy swept in, numerous smoke bombs were arced out, falling in the air over Machinery City, forming a large war fog.

Simultaneously, over a hundred elite mechanical warriors of the new world charged down swiftly.

The enemy also reacted immediately; countless cannons in the smoke spewed flame tongues, like sparks dotting the sky.

The barrage of hundreds and thousands of cannons was fierce, the cannonballs falling like raindrops.

But for the mechanical warriors advancing close to the ground, the threat wasn’t significant.

The steam boilers, long ready with accumulated pressure, burst forth with incredible power, covering the distance of several kilometers in the blink of an eye.

When the warriors reached the foot of Machinery City, the threat from the huge city-mounted cannons vanished completely.

But in exchange, there was the swarming enemy.

Tens of thousands of Orlan soldiers opened fire on them with individual firearms and cannons.

The heavy close-defense cannons on the city wall towers also whipped up vividly colored flame tongues.

The enemy’s mechanical warriors also streamed out in flocks.

Ratatatat...

Ratatatat...

Bullets rained down on the ground like a storm.

Seven Brown took the lead, holding up a magic energy shield at the front to draw fire.