Orc Tyrant

Ren swallowed hard.

He realized that he didn't love her, maybe he had never loved her.

He suddenly understood this. Everything before that was too logical and too romantic.

He wants to be a soldier, and he has to go with the army, so their time is extremely precious, and they may never see each other again, so this is logical and it is easy to make a promise.

If it doesn't last forever, then each and every one of them will come at their fingertips, everything is so romantic, everything is so beautiful, they are short of time, so everything has meaning.

They got married, it was like a grand farewell, everyone was crying, how romantic, how romantic...

How vain, vain and abnormal, like the broken city that replaced Cusconar, just like this whole day.

He seems to have fallen into a nightmare from a daydream, but here everything is more real.

Kafka knocked him down.

"What are you doing!"

Ren stood up and exclaimed, but he soon understood the other party's intentions.

Some hot object, almost certainly a field gun, rolled along the camp, ran over tents and waterwheels, and if it weren't for Kafka, he would have been squashed.

"let's go!"

Shouted his monitor.

"where to?"

"church!"

Captain Locke yelled at everyone.

"Go to the church!"

But this makes no sense. There are thousands of soldiers in this area, and a small church built to meet the regulations, so they might not be as good as a **** pit dug on the ground, maybe it's still useful.

"Look!"

The company's medical soldiers suddenly shouted.

"Over the fence!"

They looked at the fence of the barracks, which separated their barracks from the camp of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the First Task Force.

Those people were singing before, but now they are all piled on the side of the fence, their pale palms and miserable faces squeezed behind the fence, they are shouting, Ren can see the pulsating fire behind the opposite camp.

"They are trapped!"

Locke stomped his feet hard, as if he was in it.

"Asshole! They are trapped, they can't get out."

Some soldiers rushed over, wanting to see if they could open the fence door.

"and many more……"

Ren noticed a strange atmosphere, and the expressions on the pale white people's faces were distorted like a smile.

"……do not!"

They were too close, the comrades in his team were too close to the fence, too close to the pale faces.

The fence suddenly fell down. It had already been cut off. At this moment, it fell to the ground with a light noise, and the cannon fodder from outside suddenly swarmed into the camp of the 61st Company.

"What the **** is going on?"

Locke immediately drew his pistol.

But those outsiders also have guns, rifles, pistols, short knives, polearms in their hands, they even have **** spears!

The first batch of bullets hit the nearest soldier, and they fell to the ground. The men screamed and rushed over.

A man stabbed a spear into the stomach of the medical soldier, and he screamed unreasonably, and his scream stopped intermittently as the madly laughing man twisted the handle of the spear.

Thurm, a person Ren had just met, received a shot in the face, and his head turned into a strange shape when he fell.

Waitis was shot when he turned to run, Bud was stabbed many times, Tevas was shot, followed by Keim and Goldharben.

Ren and Kafka started to retreat. Hasan turned and fled with them, but he tripped on Thurm’s body. The lunatics immediately chased him and beat him to death with primitive weapons. It's like a woman hitting her clothes with a stick by the river.

Locke cursed, and the pistol fired hard.

He achieved the first active kill of the imperial army. Although this fact was not known to future generations, he hit a madman holding a rifle and killed the opponent.

Then a bayonet pierced his arm, another stabbed his thigh, and he fell down suddenly.

They pressed him to the ground, and he screamed, spitting out all the foul language he could think of.

A weird man wearing a blue-gray robe and holding a burning crystal sword walked out of the smoke and slaughtered his soldiers. Amid all the anger and pain, Locke realized that they were singing again.

One of the **** who pressed him to the ground bent down and prepared to slit his throat with a dagger, but the other **** stopped him.

Creedfurst looked down at the man who was pinned to the ground by his men, an officer.

He could feel that he could use this wounded sergeant.

After all, some things need to be fed.

17 10th 6:43:37

Nutans carried the countess through the burning streets, and she was responsible for guiding the direction.

Silas and his attendants followed closely, and Albay and his team served as escorts.

"Here."

The countess raised her hand and said.

"Go down that slope. There."

In the front is a tall iron tower, with a disc-shaped receiver sandwiched between their rough scaffolding structures, which looks very advanced.

"My father has worked here for thirty years, and he personally buried the first foundation brick."

"well."

Nutans answered flatly.

The burning debris still fell from the sky like a bomb, and everyone in the team failed to fully recover from the fall of the Sky City, and tears in the eyes of some attendants shone.

The platform occupied by the iron tower is located in the middle of a concrete depression in the main square. This is a natural shelter. About two hundred soldiers and people crowded under the platform to seek shelter. This is not a safe haven, but it is better than nothing.

The hot ashes are falling one after another, and from time to time there is something small but heavy hitting the ground like a bullet, which may be a broken iron pile or other things.

Those who had taken refuge here saw the secret guard, and they rushed over.

They have problems, many problems, and calls for help.

"We don't know anything."

Nutans lowered the countess and raised his hands to tell them.

"Obviously, it's an emergency. I need to make this transmission station operational. In that case we might get some answers. I need a telegraph operator."

Several volunteers came forward, and he chose two people.

"Let's go."

He was very upset, almost ten minutes had passed since the disaster, and he still knew nothing.

The control room of the sending station consists of three workshops, which are erected 35 meters above the ground by the beams of the iron tower, and are connected to the ground by an open spiral staircase.

Nutans hugged the Countess again and led the way, followed by two telegraph operators, as well as several servants of the Countess, Silas and Albay.

Alba's secret guards dispersed to calm the restless crowd.

They turned on a working room with a power supply. The transmitter started to turn on the telegraph. Nutans picked up a piece of cardboard on which was dizzyingly recorded many codes, not the Moral codes he knew.

The transmitter was sitting in front of the main transmitter, facing the window of the workshop, neighing noises and interference accompanied by disturbing clicks, sounded in the old and bulky loudspeaker.

"Is that gunshot?"

Seladon asked suddenly.

"I didn't hear it clearly."

Nutans shook his head and put down the cardboard in his hand. Perhaps he would have investigated these dubious codes in the past, but today this is simply a trivial matter, and there are too many things worth investigating.

"Maybe something has fallen off."

He came to the narrow corridor outside the workshop with a very wide view, but what he saw was by no means a beautiful scenery.

There will be updates on the two days this weekend. Transition this story as soon as possible. Don’t worry... In fact, this story is also a process of filling the holes, filling in many holes that were previously buried