[Mountville, Tank's for the memories, 15:35]
The ground shook from the landings of the Robco dropships. The main force was close, but the wall defense was ready. With the ground shaken, the hangars opened to send their inhabitants out to help combat the threat. Planes after planes taxi to the runway and were off to take the fight to the enemy. Bombers were loaded with smaller bombs to help compensate the vast amount of robots invading. Ground attack aircraft soar into the skies, trying to find clusters of enemies. While the skies filled with props and jet engines, more enemy dropships could be seen. Instead of Robco, it was Gray's own massive tracked command centers.
The planes helped locate and harass the enemy, but they still had little impact in comparison of the vast number of units amassing and heading towards the base of Mountville.
"Come in control M, come in!" Zeke called towards the air traffic control tower.
"This is Meme, what's the problem?" one of the doctors who helped monitor the situation.
"They are ignoring our attempts at stalling, they are succumbing, but not attacking the air units. They are hell bent on attacking the walls. Tell Madison to get the mines ready, otherwise to start bombarding." Zeke ordered. It would take time for the tankers to reach Mountville to aid in defense, even then they will be in the middle of the crossfire.
"Nate, what should we be looking out for?" wolf asked over the radio, they still had hours to go before they would be anywhere near the main force.
"What it sounds like is mainly five types besides gray's. Eyebots, little floating laser wielding fuckers. Mister Handys, buzzsaw and flamethrower wielding flying bots. Protectrons, laser wielding walkers. Assaultrons, melee guys with a powerful charge laser. And finally sentry bots, essentially tanks with minguns and missiles." Nate explained, though there was one more that even he didn't know about.
Two hours later…
The main force was almost to the base of the hill. Their forces strong, the gray's bot holding up the rear. The anti everything 88mm guns had been blasting away at the forces. But even with expended ammo, it looked to be a lost cause.
"We can't deploy the mines! The engineers would be killed by the sheer number of bots just running at us." Madison stated to Zeke over the radio. The battle itself seemed lost, the enemy at the gates, the survivors running low on ammo and their main backup still at least an hour away.
"If you order now, I throw in a second beating, absolutely free!" a voice stated over the radio. The statement caught the survivors completely off guard. There didn't seem to be anything developing on the field until they heard it. Two campers trucks could be seen making a dust cloud on their way there. They made a drifting turn to turn to the sides, unleashing a group of 18 people, from there the fun began.
Then some of the bots took notice and turn to flatten them. They were shown otherwise. An arrow was fired and took out a sentry bot, while two miniguns revved up and started their assault. The flames of science and rainbows soon brought more bots to take notice. Meanwhile the screams of mad men began to fill the air, two blasted towards the skies, one took out their shovel while the other began an aerial bombardment of their own. Stickies and pills began to rain down as a golf club swung through the bots. Two fast boys began to run around blasting away at the bots, mainly missing while taking hits, though they kept it up with beams being pumped into them by another member. Two of them set down boxes that unraveled into guns themselves. In the midst of the chaos, bots were breaking down left and right.
From where they appear came others. A M4 with logs and the words fury came rolling in and fired a round into the stream of bots. With the other guns giving spurts here and there. Out of the other side came a beam that melted the bots down with a huge green ball hitting and annihilating a huge portion. Finally, as a last nail in the coffin, bolts of lightning came from a mysterious letter carrier's over the shoulder cannon.