>>6017782The battle goes on as your warriors emerge from the bunkers. The owlmen finish their preparation and attack in a similar fashion to yesterday, with plenty of smaller-calibre guns, mortar bombardment, drones and whatnot. The repaired walls stand, but not for long... the shielding devices that need to be disrupted by magic users and the sheer number of owlmen soaking up your bullets, sacrificing themselves to kill just one of your men on the walls is instilling... fear. They are never-ending. A tide that never stops until it washes over you.
You may not have enough bullets for every single one of them, so you order to use arrows for now. The enemy takes this as a sign of weakness, and rolls out its tanks. These are not a couple... A dozen of them appears around your base, sluggishly moving their titanium hulls as they line up their long guns, pointing them at your walls. The plasma cannons prepare to fire in turn...
>Roll 1d100 Bo3(I'll leave this roll request overnight and will most likely write in the morning, hope to see some rolls, anons)
