Orc Tyrant

Sulibaru strode across the battlefield, the standard command knife hung slightly in his hand, waiting for an opportunity, and the priest's scepter, which symbolized his identity, was hanging quietly beside him.

The ground under my feet is extremely smooth, and liters of blood have accumulated on the soil, so that the soil has long been saturated with drips of blood, and can no longer contain a little bit. When the military priest trudged through this **** quagmire enough to cover the ankles At that time, his black leather boots were also stained with a layer of scarlet.

Human corpses piled up here, forming a terrifying dam.

What happened a few minutes ago flashed in his mind like a slideshow.

By then they had killed all the green monsters and drove their bosses, driving them together like hunting rabbits.

Victory is already within reach, and they even considered for a while whether to capture one alive as a symbol of this victory.

But everything was shattered. More, bigger, more ruthless, and more cruel steel beasts came from the other end of the tunnel. They came so suddenly that everyone didn’t realize what happened. , They have been defeated.

He didn't even come to say the last sentence when the noise of the boundless enemies flooded his prayers and congratulations.

In the next second, the greenskins passed the corpses in the front row and continued to approach their enemies.

Oak charged mercilessly, ignoring or not caring about the bullets that hit them. The big men armed to the teeth returned the soldiers' salvo with fierce firepower. Under the overwhelming firepower, Sulibaru I can only see the comrades around me being swept down in pieces.

What impressed Suli Baru was the wizard William Wallace. He originally hated the users of these unclean powers, but his bravery erased those who had suspected that before the team was about to collapse, he Looking for the most conspicuous big men in the green wave, and constantly using witch fire to try to repel them and inspire the soldiers around him, the great heroism and sacrifice spirit are highlighted in him.

Unfortunately, when Brom was about to give an order to retreat, William, who had been fighting by his side, was instantly submerged in a sudden green flame and lightning.

There is also a wizard-like thing somewhere in the enemy array, an abominable variant, whose power even overwhelms Hanan's surge.

The green-skinned wizard's attack completely tore the three lines of defense. Between a few heartbeats, the entire row of soldiers was burned out by it, and the raging flames and lightning hunger relentlessly swallowed them.

Sulibaru once called for the support of the machine gun loudly, and the rear side responded with a series of precise blasting sounds, but the monster still laughed and watched the humans fall down one by one, and an electric current triggered by terror energy destroyed the final At the machine gun post of Suli Baru, when he finally cast a glance, he could only see a small piece of scorched black arm remaining on the smoking machine gun.

He survived, alone, but still moving forward.

The world turned into darkness.

After a while, he was able to see things again.

The warrior hadn't been unconscious for a long time-he could judge this from the explosive fragments still burning around him.

An elusive thought emerged in his mind, a question that refused to surface.

Immediately, he took a breath and the pain pierced his chest. He tried to get up from the blood-soaked mud, and the pain doubled again.

There must be something wrong.

He seems to be dying frequently, maybe death is about to come, he feels calm about this, and the problem in his mind that bothers him is also clear.

what your name?

He looked at his body, the mud and blood did not completely cover up his scarred black-gray military uniform and the medals on it.

Brom Salival Buckner, the commander of the third company, this is him.

Brom looked at the smoky battlefield, unable to determine his exact position. There was a big battle, or a massacre, and he could see countless dead in the tumbling mud. They were his brothers. He was able to say the name of each of them and recalled

From the memory of fighting side by side with them for thirty months.

A figure appeared at the edge of his field of vision, passing through the shadow that enveloped the battlefield.

The figure was a muscular green-skin beast, an image of an orc that could not be mistaken, and there were several squeezed behind the first one. They opened their throats and shouted rude roars, as if they were arguing. It is hard to imagine this. It's their language.

Ouke's figure reminded him of something, when he was giving orders.

"Hold the line!"

"Hold your position! Until the reinforcements reach your position, you must never let Greenskin break through!"

The soldiers acted without thinking, their muzzles flickered in the dark, and their sights pointed at the leader of the group of savage beasts.

When he pulled the trigger, the weapon in his hand roared.

He could see the machine gun bullet flying towards its target, and he could distinguish the invisible difference between its penetration into the huge head and its impact on the armor. Many corpses around him fell forward, aroused when the corpses fell into the mud. With a red mist, the enemy’s weapons went crazy again and again

Barking, knocking down a slice of soldiers with each shot.

He only watched four Oukes fall, but more followed, and iron boots stomped the corpse deeper into the blood and silt.

Brom carefully pointed the front sight at the nearest guy, pointed the pistol between the monster's eyes, and pulled the trigger.

He heard a click, which was not too loud, but it echoed loudly in his ears. He vaguely realized that he had fired six shots, which flashed an old memory in his mind-gray hair The sergeant is sternly reprimanding him as a recruit, and he committed the same

Such an error.

In the next second, a smoking cylindrical object fell more than ten meters in front of him.

The last remaining memory is the deafening explosion and the screams of the soldiers.

Soon, he put the memories aside, because he saw another figure and became more familiar with it.

"Brom, is that you?"

Sulibaru whispered, and he nodded in response, crawling hard behind a broken concrete pillar.

The priest with the army ran to him in small steps and examined his body carefully.

"The rib is broken and the left leg is slightly broken, which is okay."

The other party's words made Brom smile bitterly, and then took the canteen handed by the other party and took a sip of blood mixed with clear water.

The pain in his body has weakened a bit, maybe it is not serious as the other party said, maybe it is just a psychological effect, and he feels that his strength has recovered a lot.

"How's it going?"

"So far I have seen the two of us alive."

"we……"

Brom coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"...Lost."

Suli Baru looked up at the other end of the tunnel. The sound of guns and guns there was still mixed, but Oak’s roar was gradually overwhelming all the sounds. He did not estimate how many Oak rushed through the tunnel, anyway until now. The roar of iron boots trampled still echoed in the tunnel, and huge shadows were cast on the rock wall.

"I know there is an urgent way."

Sulibaru stretched out his arm and helped him up.

"is it……"

Brom glanced at the mountain of corpses, and two lines of tears rolled over his face.

"...Even if I am alive, how should I explain it to them."

"Live, go back, tell the Department of Defense everything, tell the Congress and the President that such a massacre must never happen again."