They are in desperate need of these, but the hastily produced rocket launchers are far from enough to sustain their consumption in battle. With their completely paralyzed logistics, even if there were rocket launchers, they couldn't be delivered into the hands of the frontline troops.
"Bang!" The bullet he fired, filled with the fury of vengeance, hit its target precisely, but only left a few shallow white marks on the tank's thick armor, as if mocking the futile efforts of the Elf Soldiers.
Not far away, a loudspeaker was repeatedly broadcasting a recorded message, making Aigole, who was at his wits' end against the tanks, even more irritated: "Surrender, Elves! Your city has been occupied by us, your Emperor has already fled, you have no hope left!"
Upon hearing these words, the Elf Soldiers, who had become bloodthirsty in battle, clenched their fists in anger, eager to rush forward and perish with the enemy.
