Because they need to wait for the subsequent infantry to follow up, these war chariots deliberately stopped at the dead angle of the rocks.
Artillery fire roared, lifting countless mud and sand, yet without mortars and other high-elevated guns, they couldn't hit these tank chariots.
On top of the chariots, dozens of flying superior vampires continuously tried to get close, but they were shot down by the machine guns and ray-firing witches riding along.
Scorching beams and scattered lead bullets glided through the air, while the black bat-winged vampires could only dodge back and forth.
"Has the envoy to His Majesty arrived for reinforcements?"
"All have returned."
"Did they say Horn is here?"
"They did."
"Then why haven't the reinforcements and Titan flesh arrived yet?"
"...Don't know."
As large groups of infantry continued to approach, Tyrell stealthily returned to the command bunker at the defensive line, collecting his belongings.
