Orc Tyrant

Perfect action.

Those dead green skins are proof.

The river valley outside Post No. 67 was captured by an unparalleled battle show. The precise firepower nets overlapped like a fan of dancers, and the green skins that survived the bullets were used by the forward squad. Slaughtered by the sword.

One team, one ambush point, was slain by the fierce and cruel fighting style of the blood-flag army of the Empire's First Army, which killed all the greenskins occupying Post No. 67.

The defensive system of the western barrier is not just high walls and positions. In the long no-man’s land after the barrier and Ok, Yushikin also set up a large number of outposts, forming a length of more than 300 kilometers and a width of more than 50. Kilometers of warning zone.

This is precisely the experience of many previous battles to prevent a large number of Ouke's small units from infiltrating the front, and then gather to launch a surprise attack.

Naturally, the outposts in the security zone have become consumables in a sense. Every day there will be outposts destroyed by Ouke, because the rescue from the rear cannot arrive quickly, and the defenders often have to fight alone for a long time. .

But on the other hand, Yushkin also continuously sent elite troops to ambush Ok in the guard zone to reduce the pressure on the guard zone and train new recruits.

For most recruits, the action in the guard zone is the last moment of their recruit career, where they will see the enemy they will face in the future.

As for the most elite of the empire, Yushijin led all the way to the present Blood Banner Army, the new recruits began to follow the troops in the security zone from the moment they joined.

"call……"

When the soldiers near him swept away all the living green skins, the wizard Ered Carr took off his helmet with a gas mask, and suddenly felt nauseated by the stench in the air.

Oak recently likes to use some irritating gas. Although it has no killing power, it will cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, gas masks have quickly become a standard configuration in the army.

Ered glanced at the same outpost, all indications that the greenskins had been entrenched in the station for a while.

Clusters of pulsating fungi were attached to the black metal support pillars in the barracks, and various crude weapons, armors, and tribal tokens were piled up into strange altars beside the kitchen.

Above him, the broken ceiling of the communication room showed a bright sky outside the empty space.

As for the original soldiers in the outpost, they found some wreckage in the kitchen and cellar, most of which had been gnawed beyond recognition, and a few were intact and lost their heads.

This war has been so cruel from the beginning.

"Smelly enough."

A voice suddenly appeared behind Ered, and he turned to see Company Commander Hammill, one of the best swordsmen of the Blood Banner Army.

His armor was splashed with colorful liquid, the long sword was gracefully held in his right hand, and the sword was still stained with green skin blood.

"Those **** beasts, when you kill them, they don't know that they should fall down and die."

Hammill was born in a large aristocratic family, and his face was once as perfect as a girl. Everyone jokingly called him more like a spoiled aristocratic lady than a warrior.

Affected by the Blood Banner Army, Hammir didn't mind putting scars on his face, but few enemy blades could leave marks on his face because his sword skills were too superb, and there were only a few enemies. It is impossible to damage his appearance.

At present, the only scar on his face was left by a powerful Ouke leader who had already killed more than two dozen soldiers.

In the end, Hammill beheaded him with a sword in the death match, and what he got was a scar that stretched from the right eye and eyebrow to the corner of his mouth.

"They are really tough."

Ered nodded.

"They may be tough, but they don't have a trace of elegance in battle."

Hammill used his sword to move the greenskin's head on the ground, looking very relaxed.

"It's really no fun to kill them."

"You sound disappointed."

"Of course I am disappointed, aren't you?"

As Hanmill asked, he pierced the sword in his hand into a dead green-skinned body and carved an arc on its back.

"If we fight with these inferior guys all day, how can we regain our homeland?"

"Don't underestimate these green skins..."

Ered recalled many wars in the past and couldn't help sighing. He had followed Yushijin for a long time, but he still admired the man very much. Not everyone has the courage to face as many enemies as the sea.

"These beasts have occupied a third of the world and killed millions of people. Their culture and weapons are beyond our comprehension. They have gone into battle as fanatical as they have dedicated themselves to religion."

He turned to the nearest corpse-the huge guy had skin as hard as the bark of an old tree, its violent red eyes were still staring, and the protruding jaw was still raging, only under him A pool of internal organs indicated that it was dead.

Ered still remembers the violent vibration of his sword when it pierced its body, and the great power of the beast when it tried to crush him to the ground.

In the end, he used witchcraft to destroy the internal organs of the beast before completely killing it.

"You say it as if we should thoroughly study them before we kill them. That's what scientists should do. At the moment, in my eyes, they are just beasts."

Hammill said with a mocking smile.

"You think too much. This has always been your biggest problem. That's why you can't be a real swordsman... Okay, wizard, simply enjoy the killing."

Ered was about to open his mouth to refute, but suddenly the head of the operation Jackson stepped into the communication room, so he swallowed his own words.

"Good job."

Jackson was originally a division commander at the same level as Yushijin. After the last battle, he was voluntarily drawn down and assigned to the Blood Banner Army as a regiment commander. Therefore, he was fortunate to be one of the officers closest to the Imperial Marshal.

Although Ered doesn't naturally hate a colleague, but he always lacks respect for Jackson, perhaps because the two had conflicts before due to the increase and decrease of wizards, or something else.

In short, the production of a person's emotions sometimes does not require any special reasons.

"This time we fought a good fight, and we killed at least one thousand greenskins."

The soldiers nearby responded with a burst of cheers, which was a landmark victory: swift and perfect.

The fate of those green skins was doomed from the beginning.

"Ready to evacuate, someone will take over here soon."

Jackson shouted:

"We are going to meet an adult soon!"