But now the situation was completely different. They didn't figure out how the enemy got close. By the time they realized it, all the anti-air weapons had been wiped out in one fell swoop.

Strategic bombers arrived over Dawn City, their bomb bays opening, and green cylindrical objects were dropped.

These cylindrical things hit the ground and then began to release a large amount of green smoke.

In less than a few minutes, half of Dawn City was instantly enveloped in poisonous fog.

Players on the scene who inhaled the green poisonous fog immediately clutched their necks in pain, fell to the ground, convulsing and twitching, with white foam coming out of their mouths.

"Run to higher ground! Stay away from the gas!"

The surviving members of the Dawn Guild retreated to higher buildings while shouting.

At this moment, metal boxes fell heavily to the ground from the sky.

The metal boxes then cracked open, pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, and black mechanical dogs crawled out. Each mechanical dog had a heavy machine gun mounted on its shoulders, and they scurried away quickly.

In addition, a KDW-03 Julli-class large airborne transport aircraft circled in the air, its hatch wide open!

Five Generation II Silverlight Mechs, twelve meters tall, with silver armor, wielding dual alloy blades, and four pairs of auxiliary wings on their tails, entered standby mode.

At this time, the Silverlight Mech leading the group waved its hand and jumped down first.

The other four went down without hesitation.

Not long after the five Silverlight Mechs went down, two Generation II Green Blade Mechs also jumped down one after the other.

At the same time, transport planes around them, along with thousands of paratroopers in protective suits and a large number of mechs, were also dropped.

At this time, the few mechs left behind in Dawn City were constantly strafing the mechanical dogs.

"Damn bastards."

Boom!

Mechanical dogs were blown up one after another.

However, more often than not, the mechanical dogs dodged the shots, pounced on the mechs, and then detonated the bombs in their bodies.

Rumble!

Mechs were paralyzed one after another.

Unsurprisingly, the Dawn City garrison was beaten back steadily, basically a one-sided massacre.

At this time, York, piloting a Silverlight Mech, stood on a ruin, looking out at the city ablaze with fire, his brow furrowed.

His team members' voices sounded in the communication channel.

"Instructor, I always feel like something is wrong. The defense of this city is ridiculously weak. Our mechanized troops haven't encountered much resistance at all. According to the latest combat data, we have occupied nearly half of the area. The mechanical dogs have found more than 32 suspected hangar locations, but haven't found any trace of that Generation III mech."

"Hunter, take some men and grab some prisoners, interrogate them or offer them incentives!"

York said with a frown.

"Understood!"

Hunter replied without hesitation.

Then York adjusted the communication channel and asked Mobok and Javori.

"Are you sure the information is correct, that the Generation III mech is here? And that it's locked in the hangar?"

"Don't worry, our information is correct. As far as we know, after the Martial God Guild and the Dawn Guild jointly seized the mech, they hid it in the hangar for fear that the Heavenly Dragon Guild would find out. They didn't dare to take it out at all. It's either in the hangar in Dawn City or in the hangar in Obsidian City."

Mobok and Javori replied confidently.

York didn't know why, but after hearing their words, his heart didn't calm down. He asked worriedly.

"Are you sure? That Generation III mech is locked up and hasn't been used?"

"Don't worry, there's definitely no problem. How could these weak chickens be willing to use a Generation III mech? They all treat the Generation III mech like a treasure and hide it away, planning to sell it for a lot of money later. This is firsthand information that we obtained at a great cost. With our powerful raid, I bet they won't have a chance to react and activate that Generation III mech."

Mobok replied with absolute certainty.

York took a deep breath. There was nothing he could do now but believe the Wet God Guild's information.

General Amaya was determined to recapture the mech, and even if there was only a glimmer of hope, they had to bite the bullet and go for it.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, York would never have agreed to this kind of surprise attack plan. At the very least, he would have to apply to headquarters for a Generation III mech to come and fight.

Just as York was thinking, two Green Shield Mechs suddenly rushed out from the side. They strafed York with gunfire, extremely bravely.

York suddenly pushed the control stick, and the Silverlight Mech dodged the shots at high speed, and rushed towards the two Green Shield Mechs extremely quickly.

He wielded his dual sharp alloy blades!

Two precise cuts were made on the sides of the two mechs, on the power transmission pipes covered by armor.

Clang!

The power transmission pipes were accurately cut off, sparks flew, and the two Generation I mechs were immediately paralyzed.

Then York pulled back the alloy blade and forcibly inserted it into the cockpit, prying it open.

Exposing a male and a female pilot.

York pointed the alloy blade at them and threatened in a deep voice, "Tell us where your largest hangar is. If you're willing to tell us, I'll spare your lives."

"Bullshit, we'd rather die than tell you."

The two players cursed angrily.

"Threatening them like this is useless. Why don't you hand them over to us? We have plenty of ways to make them talk."

Mobok said with a confident, lewd smile.

Sensing that something was wrong, the two players immediately took out their guns and shot themselves in the head!

Bang!

Blood splattered.

York looked at this scene with awe. Although the opponents were weak, having this kind of spirit was worthy of admiration.

In less than two hours, Dawn City had completely fallen.

More than five thousand Dawn Guild players were gathered in the plaza.

Originally, there were as many as 20,000 players left behind in Dawn City. Except for a small number of players who hid and engaged in guerrilla warfare, the rest were basically dead.

York and the others also came to the plaza area at this time, looking at the many prisoners.

His heart sank even more. He asked his team members, "Vinnie! How is the operation in Obsidian City going? Did you find the mech?"

"I just received information that the resistance there is extremely fierce, but we haven't found any trace of the Generation III mech, nor have we seen a Generation III mech participate in the battle. Also, our mechanical dogs have basically searched all the suspected hangar areas, and still haven't found any trace of the Generation III mech."

Vinnie reported very professionally.

"I see."

York replied in a deep voice.

"Also, Instructor, are we really just going to let these Wet God Guild players go up and torture them for information? Won't that be a bit too much? What if it triggers a chain reaction, that would be troublesome."

Vinnie said with some concern.

The Wet God Guild players went up and beat up the captured male members. They even stuffed shoes into their mouths, spit on them, and subjected them to all kinds of insults!