West Continent City.0

4th New District, in the tent used as the headquarters of Fang Clan.0

Listening to the frontline situation reported by his subordinate, Gold Fang sitting on the chair made up of human bones had a livid expression on his face.0

He didn't expect that 200 people would be killed in a single morning, and what surprised him even more was that those blue gophers were equipped with such a large amount of artillery.0

He was well aware of the habit of his subordinates talking nonsense all the time. The claim of firing 1,000 shells within a few minutes was definitely an exaggeration.0

In the actual situation, it may only be about 100 or 200 shells.0

But even so, it was enough for him to treat it with caution.0

Tapping his index finger on the chair, he said in a deep voice, "Dispatch the tanks."0

Unlike the Snake Clan, Fang Clan's tanks were not distributed to each brigade. Instead, as the leader's personal guards, they formed an independent tank unit, directly obeying the leader's commands.0

These big vehicles were worth a lot of money, and the more they used now, the less they would have in the future. Moreover, they would always break down. So if it was not absolutely necessary, he would...0