Orc Tyrant

General Prokhov’s anxious gaze swept across every position and line of defense through the telescope. Almost all the pre-set fortifications were severely damaged in the battle, and the remains of the bunker bombed by artillery fell across the canyon. Entrance.

Almost all the rock walls of the mountains on both sides were chipped away by artillery fire, and the jagged scars formed by broken bricks proved the power of each blow.

The battlefield was filled with twisted and dark wreckage in a mess, and a small part of the fortifications were still burning, blowing black smoke into the air, and Oke had just destroyed them.

Prokhov couldn't help feeling desperate.

So far, no part of the original plan is ideal. The Ouke in the pocket has not been eaten, and the Ouke outside is much more difficult to deal with than expected. If this continues, the entire Aksum Legion will be ruined. it's here.

This is not a pessimistic argument at all, but a terrible reality that is happening.

From the contact between the two sides to the present, he has killed two division commanders, more than twenty regiment commanders, and countless lower-level officers. Some regiments have reached 70% casualties!

What’s more sad is that their sacrifices did not bring much hope. Oak’s offensive has not diminished. The tremendous pressure forced them to use no extra troops to double-team Oak in their "pockets." The encirclement became Anti-encirclement, the front and back flanking turned into a central blossom, Prokhov really wanted to drag the night blade out and shoot it.

But thinking about it carefully, in fact, the one who should be shot most is himself. If it were not for his gambler mentality, and if he wanted to resolve Ouke’s attack more easily, he would follow the past plan and honestly guard the mountain defense line and Ouke. The tug of war may not have such ugly results.

But everything is irreversible. The only thing he can do is to fight the battle before him and find a suitable time to withdraw as many troops as possible.

He has no hope for this battle. The serious casualties have made all plans meaningless.

In the command post behind him, Aksum Chief Patriarch Isihou, in a long robe, pressed his finger on the communicator, adjusted it to open to all channels, and then said:

"Warriors of Axum, this is your chaplain Isihou Al, I will fight alongside you in the name of the emperor and holy father, and listen to the words of the saints to help you defeat the filthy and despicable enemy!"

As he chanted, fierce firepower erupted from the attacking Ouke cluster, and the electric light neighed and stirred up a stream of steam at the impact point.

After a while, the Axum Legion responded to this round of volley, and a round of heavy artillery smashed at the Skug behemoth equipped with heavy weapons, smashing them and fleeing in all directions.

But Yi Sihou only focused on reciting, his fingers tracing the rosary beads rhythmically.

"...The more religious the faith, the more fearless the heart, the more fearless the heart, and the fulfillment of duties without hindrance, so I can stand by the sacred father..."

Suddenly, the screaming sound of artillery shells came from the eastern position. After eliminating most of the human defenders on the position, the fastest part of Ouke began to attack the flanks of the central position.

Prokhov began to give orders to the artillery while Isiho was reciting.

"I need you to cover and shoot the No. 102 marking position on the east side and kill all the living things."

"There seems to be the remnant of the 15th Infantry Regiment, sir."

The artillery commander's voice came from another communicator, but Prokhov just walked back and forth two steps irritably.

"I said kill all the work, Colonel!"

He roared, and the communicator was suddenly silent.

The sound of heavy machine guns and rifle shooting formed a special melody. "Stone Wall" Jackson, the commander of the 17th Infantry Regiment, took people back to the fortress built in a hurry. Sandbags and barbed wire extended from one end of the position to At the other end, the erected heavy weapons began to fire at the swarming Ouke.

Suddenly, he heard an Ouke leader yelling nearby. Soon the three Oukes bypassed a trench and appeared to his right, apparently intending to give them a flank when the Seventeenth Regiment carried out fire suppression. Sneak attack.

Before coming up with a countermeasure, his hand had already raised the gun instinctively, firing a burst of intense firepower.

The leader of the attacker was laid to the ground, his big face turned into a smoky dark oval, Pvt. Tarvin fired a series of bursts at the other two. One guy hit two shots firmly in the chest. The other was hit in the shoulder.

Although it was not enough to kill them, it caused the opponent to spin and scream.

Then they stopped and began to shoot at humans with crude weapons. This was a very troublesome angle, just enough to suppress the firepower of the machine gun that Jackson relied on.

The bullets neighed and shot around the machine gun team. They were still colored in the direction of Ouke but had little effect. There were still screams and roars from the opposite side of the position.

When Jackson and his machine gun squad were suppressed, more Ouke began to move forward, trying to get as close as possible to the position of the 17th Regiment.

To make matters worse, a behemoth that suddenly appeared stepped on the ground with a heavy step, and the weapon on its back began to fire at the humans below.

Private Alexander shot a three-shot burst at the screaming shadow above him. A few seconds later, a lifeless **** corpse fell from the empty weapon position, and fell to the ground with the sound of bone fragmentation. At the feet of the Skug beast.

The other soldiers also turned their guns up and fired, suppressing the opponent's firepower, but the situation no longer allowed them to stay here.

"Grenade! Alternate cover retreat!"

This is harder to say than it is. A group of Ok-Jackson glanced at at least 50 of them, bypassed the burning bunker ruins, and rushed towards them. While running, they opened fire frantically at them. The soldiers hit the ground around with bullets. When he turned to look for cover, a trench on the left seemed to be the only option.

"soldier!"

Jackson yelled as he jumped in:

"Follow me, lads, follow me!"

No one would be stunned. When another fiery salvo swept across the position, everyone jumped into the trenches.

But there were also people who were wailing. A soldier in the machine gun squad was being sliced ​​alive into smoking pieces by Oak's firepower.

The battlefield was in chaos, and the original organization had basically been broken up, as if they were not in their own positions at all.

Jackson kicked someone’s body while walking to a shooting position to peek out, but he didn’t look at it. Now he only pays attention to the outside situation. The company defending here was completely suppressed after a broken wall that could not last long. The enemy's heavy machine guns had already begun to roar, and it was only a matter of time before the walls were broken.

"We were flanked, see their ghosts!"

Jackson was roaring, and his fury could be felt even by the soldiers at the end of the trench.

"Those Ouk wing forces are approaching, we can't go anywhere, we will be killed!"

Finally, some people collapsed. They shrank in the trenches, holding their heads and crying.

At this time Ouke’s firepower began to shift, and the sound of artillery repeated from the back of the position, as well as the huge noise of various strange weapons.

As everyone guessed, the defensive limit of the Axum Army has come, and the rumble explosion is just a prelude to the occasion. Prokhov in the command post is convinced that Ouke has defeated the left and right wings and is ready to launch a thorough battle. Full-scale offense.

Jackson was also a little frustrated. He, who has always been known for his stubbornness and tenacity, could also feel the despair in the air at this time.

They failed. Oak is about to step on their bodies across their defenses, and everything will go in the worst direction...