Orc Tyrant

"What the **** is that?"

"All guard, fire on any target."

"What's that—"

The captain of the wingman spoke.

"It should be a reconnaissance car, Oker's motorcycle. It looks like it's our turn in the end."

The communicator was silent.

"Raman, are you sure that is the enemy?"

"Do not."

He paused, she was really not so sure now.

That thing is red, he is sure of it, but what does it mean?

"Now I make a rule that everything coming from in front of us should be regarded as a hostile target."

The gunner turned his head to look at him, and Raman could see what he wanted to say.

Suddenly, a burst of noise came from his earphones, and Raman's head was suddenly filled with screams of static electricity.

"Damn it!"

He immediately pressed his head with his hands and fumbled around on his headgear.

The scream of static electricity got higher and higher, and then turned into a clicking sound like a broken machine. He heard someone yelling and wondered if it was himself.

Soon, the sound disappeared, leaving only a slight tinnitus in the ears.

"This is again—"

"What did I see."

The gunner suddenly spoke.

"what?"

"I saw them."

The gunner was pressing his face on the scope.

"It's approaching."

Raman had already looked at his observation hole, and indeed, something was moving on the other side of the square.

He opened his infrared field of vision and saw them-towering, full of obtuse angled cars.

The car body was heating up, and the gradual cooling exhaust trail stretched behind them.

He recognized this angle, as well as the shape of the weapons protruding from their turrets.

Ok's tank?

Why didn't the gunner fire?

This question flashed through her mind, and she immediately opened her mouth to order the shooting.

Suddenly, his eyes scanned the screen of the fire control system. The target was there, but they were all flashing red and blue, between friendly and enemy forces.

It is impossible to determine whether it is a friendly force. According to the regulations, the gunner cannot fire.

Raman remembered the noise just now. Not surprisingly, Ouke seemed to be interfering with their equipment. This thought made him bit his lip subconsciously.

Oak doesn't know if there is an ambush here, but they are trying to search for or interfere with possible ambushers.

The motorcycles just now may also be decoys. In short, they learn faster, and after some initial losses, they begin to learn how to better street fighting.

This is not good news.

"Fire!"

Raman yelled, closing his eyes as the muzzle flame illuminated his vision.

The violent crack of the breech bolt echoed in the car, and then he opened his eyes again.

The leading enemy fell to one side and rammed into a wall that had been half collapsed. Heat overflowed from its injured car body. One side of its car body was smoking, but it was not sure whether it was destroyed.

After it, other vehicles are trying to get out of the line of fire.

What if this is also bait? Raman suddenly thought.

But now there is no time to hesitate, this is not a war between human weakness, this is a war between machines.

The wingman also fired, and the armor-piercing projectile hit the turret seat of the leading enemy—the stored shell exploded, tearing the turret off the car body.

Raman crossed the wreckage and looked at other enemy vehicles.

There are at least four, and they must kill or injure two more before they fight back.

"Loading is complete!"

"Fire! Hit the one on the left!"

The main gun of the Shield Guardian 2 fired again, and the shell with extremely hot dust penetrated a broken wall, marking a molten line on the armor of an Ouke tank.

Only one shot?

Raman presses the communicator button.

"Pighead! Damn it, open fire! We don't have much time!"

There was only silence in response.

Raman was cold all over, he quickly glanced at the wingman, only to find that the turret hatch was open...

That motorcycle!

Raman's heart was startled, and then he saw a little black monster crawling out of the hatch, holding a blood-stained knife in one hand, and dragging a blood-stained head in the other. .

"Damn..."

At this time, the other four Ouke tanks had locked his position, and the huge muzzles were aimed neatly at the only remaining shield guards.

Raman sighed and closed his eyes.

The last reverberation in his ears was the roar of the shell hitting the armor.

After half an hour, Lofer fell.

The two sides pushed each other on the canine-toothed front of dead steel and fire, and tens of thousands of defenders poured out to fight Ouke's advance, paying the cost of life to repel him.

The wrecked vehicle blocked the gully that was once a street, and the smoke cloud rose from the fog and pierced the sky, like a black flag on the ruins below.

In the ruins that stretched to the bank of the river, humans held on to the line until the enemy suddenly appeared from the ground.

For this in-depth attack, Guk threw in a weapon that had never been used-the Death Worm Rig.

The prototype of this weapon is the product of abandoned city technicians who transformed part of the ancient excavation machinery in order to excavate the ruins. Its drill bits are all ancient creations of the abandoned city. They remain as new after thousands of years, and can even easily crush the hardest ones. stone.

The mechanics removed the drill bits from the broken machinery and modified the bodies of the underground trains so that they could reach the lowest level of the ruins and dig out the valuable ‘garbage’.

Guk saw the militarized use of this kind of machinery. Although it did not have the ability to directly attack, its powerful carrying capacity was enough to allow hundreds of boys with heavy weapons to emerge from the ground, which was fatal to any line of defense. of.

In order to be sudden, he didn't even let this machine appear. It had been moving underground with the main force, and the refueling and maintenance were only carried out late at night.

Humans are naturally caught off guard against this.

Five huge ground-boring vehicles traveled thousands of meters underground, and then broke through the crust like a giant carapace, and appeared behind the line of defense.

When they appeared, artillery fire hit their still-soiled crust, but it was not enough to knock them back.

Guards in heavy armor emerged from the worm's abdomen, wading across the half-deep street, and smashing the back of the human line of defense with battle axes and warhammers covered with lightning.

And the ground-breaking machinery did not leave, but deployed its weapons on the spot, with two huge barrels extending from its head, constantly bombarding the human strongholds that were still resisting.

In a very short period of time, the defenders were defeated by multiple enemy formations that appeared behind the line.

The enemy crossed the cordon before they could turn their guns, and no one in the broken chain of command of the defenders knew how this was done.

After the resistance was hopeless, the remaining defenders evacuated from the ruins in embarrassment, and the armored clusters that had penetrated into the enemy's back continued to rush towards the target after a short period of refurbishment.