Orc Tyrant

"Why did you fly so long?"

Bar Zhijin asked threateningly, coughing up a mouthful of sputum, and spitting it on the ground.

He didn't wear a helmet, and his almost crazy arrogant and confident attitude impressed Ava.

"We are slaughtering these dried shrimps, are you lazy?"

Wilberkina's expression tightened.

"We are also at war with the enemy, my lord."

"Yes."

Barr smiled, and there was a weird light in those cruel eyes—Ava thought he looked a little crazy.

"Yes! But you call that a war? Throw a few cannonballs? How many shots with that water gun to the ground?"

"Our investigative mission has been completed,"

Wilburkina said quietly.

"Fart stuff!"

Baer Zhijin snarled in a low voice in his throat, the voice tingling Ava's spine.

"Now I have to kill them! I have to crush them! If I were you, I would fill up a few cowards with bombs, and then give shrimps a cruel!"

"Do you treat your soldiers the same way?"

Ava asked suspiciously:

"Let them commit suicide?"

"you?"

Barr only glared at Ava, just about to say something, then seemed to remember something, and then took a step back.

"Oh, yes."

He hissed, smiling in a disturbingly wild way.

"You are the boss of the bird. He likes you very much. You should stay in the box and run out and break it. The boss is furious."

Ava is unmoved.

"Forget it, I'm so stupid, expecting you to fight."

Suddenly, Baal Zhijin turned and left, waving his great axe casually.

"If you have time to talk nonsense with you, I might as well chop a few more shrimps. If you are scared, get out of here. Don't break my mood."

"You weren't sent alone, Lord Bal Jinjin."

Bar Zhijin glanced back at Ava, a sly smile appeared on his fangs face.

"Oh, yes, right?"

He laughed again, but made a cold voice.

"Don't try to irritate me, or the boss can't protect you."

Bar Zhijin thought of something and turned to her again.

"You are his toy, a more advanced thing than a smasher or Skug, but he will always get tired of it. If he wants to, he will immediately throw you aside, but we, we! We are his. Sharp blade, a boss will never abandon his knife and his axe."

The warlord then laughed, amused by the thought.

"You never understand."

Ava didn't answer immediately, she seemed really at a loss.

"There are too many mistakes here."

She finally said:

"I don't even know where to start."

But there is no answer anymore.

New mortar explosions resounded at the end of the street, armored trucks started their smoky engines, and dirty tanks turned to aim at the new mark.

In the distance, one of the huge chimneys collapsed in the burning ruins, and the clouds became dim in the dark whirlwind.

"Go on!"

Bar Chijin growled happily, ran back to the armored car and jumped onto the chassis.

The Jiaya Assassins shouted in battle and roared, hitting the armor with their swords and axes, and once again ecstatic with their actions.

"Try to keep up, bird, your pretty hair will get dirty sooner or later."

Then the column started to move, roaring through the broken street, followed by the jogging reloaded Okee and the closely connected team of farts.

Wilburkina watched them leave, the general guard standing still around, their helmet faces solemnly blank.

"Is he... in good spirits, Grand Duke?"

Wilburkina asked cautiously, looking up at Ava inquiringly.

The grandfather did not respond immediately, she watched the Oukes rush into the battlefield and yelled.

Under her gorgeous thin silk and agate mask, it was difficult to tell what she was thinking.

"Ok..."

After half a minute of silence, she finally said, like a sharp curse, sounding like some kind of curse for a dark future.

"We are fighting here, we are dying here."

Private Addo panted heavily while sprinting with his comrade-in-arms.

He is not tired. In fact, they have rested for a full twenty hours. As a reserve team, they are much luckier than most troops.

Occasionally, he also imagined that maybe the war will not need him in the end, maybe those who are stronger and more powerful than him are enough to contain them, maybe...

Until the moment the chief's whistle sounded, he knew that there was no possibility.

They jumped out of the trenches, and the whole camp began to move forward, in order to fill the vacancies that had begun to appear on the front.

And what they are going to is a position that is almost captured. That area is not very important, but it protects a very important area-the Dagongmu of Dunwich, which is an extremely important defensive node. Can not be lost.

The roads of the city have been dug and roadblocks made of rubble. They walked along the undulating ground, crossing foxholes and trenches.

It is said that tens of thousands of trenches have been dug in the city, and Ado feels that there are not so many, but he should be inseparable.

Because since he left the boot camp, everyone has been digging trenches until one day ago.

"Go ahead! Don't stop!"

The commander's rebuke came faintly, and the sound of the guns in front of him became more and more ear-piercing, and Addo felt that his heart seemed to be ruptured. It was a maddening loud noise.

The forward troops are said to have lost many people in such shelling, and the losses are still ongoing. Ouke’s firepower completely overwhelmed the defenders, and Addo could only pray that the shells would stay away from him.

Boom~!

As he was thinking, there was a loud noise that caused him to fall to the ground. Then a half-collapsed private house burst open like a toy that was toppled down. Large chunks of concrete fell like rain, and soldiers who were closer were either Explode directly, or be smashed to the ground.

Many people screamed and ran around, and Addo got up and found that it was the direction of the third company.

"Go ahead! Hurry!"

The officers punched and kicked the soldiers to stand up again, and squeezed their rifles with trembling hands to accelerate their advance.

The deep and wide trench in front is already in front of you, but it should have been very neat and tidy, like a ball of paper tossed by a child's immature hands, it has been completely unrecognizable, and there is a deep crater everywhere. Sandbags and construction materials are scattered like scraps of paper

week.

Occasionally, Ador could catch a glimpse of a few desperate figures wandering in the smoke of gunpowder, their clothes in tatters, their eyes dull, and they came back numbly like a corpse.

Bang bang bang!

With a few shots, the officer quickly executed the unlucky ghosts who were enough to damage morale.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Suddenly, the sound of the bayonet being unsheathed rang out. Although active close combat was not allowed, the officer could not guarantee whether the line of defense had been breached. He had to prepare for the worst.

Ado also tremblingly inserted the bayonet under the muzzle, and beside him was the flag bearer, waving the regiment flag.

"Go into the trenches, look for cover, shoot immediately, and attack freely."

When the trench was only less than 50 meters away, the officer saw that the machine gun position on the defense line was still firing forward, and he immediately came to his spirits. Obviously, it hadn't fallen yet.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Take out the grenade, you idiots!"

When the soldiers quickly stepped through the thick smoke and were about to enter the trenches, the few people on the machine gun position suddenly waved their hands in the direction where they were.

No one understands what they mean.

until.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ! !

Amid the roar that everyone was already familiar with, a row of Ouke suddenly jumped up the front **** of the trench, and together with them was a dirty, invisible battle flag.

At that moment, both sides froze for a few seconds.

In the end, it's better for humans to react faster.

"shooting!"