Orc Tyrant

"All, what did Commander Greg tell you? Or what else did you say? We will be thrown into this ghost place to guard a railway bridge that is highly unlikely to be attacked?"

Dimithi's tone was almost questioning, it was absolutely unimaginable in other units, a regiment commander spoke to a division commander like this.

But Mountbatten understands his fellow villager. He is a soldier who is eager to build meritorious service. In a sense, his behavior has caused trouble to him. In any case, he can understand the other's anxieties.

"In fact, he didn't say anything, just answered all the questions he asked."

"what is the problem?"

"My thoughts on this battle."

"result?"

"I said I am not optimistic, but I will do my best to complete my task."

Mountbatten sniffed and put on a helpless expression.

"All he gave me such a task."

They sat high up under the eaves, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.

Not far away, the soldiers were playing a brain game, a means they designed to waste time.

A shirtless soldier ran up the dirt slope, his face flushed and he was sweating profusely from the vigorous exercise under the vicious sunlight.

He trot all the way, saluting the two officers who leaned lazily on the reclining chairs.

"Sir!"

"Okay, Jed."

Demithi waved his hand.

"Let's take a look."

The soldier, Jed, was holding a brown cone-shaped sphere, which suffered some damage and was not very complete, about the size of a golden pomelo.

Mountbatten missed the golden pomelo fruit, which came from their remote hometown.

"Put it in the middle of the queue, Jed."

Mountbatten suggested.

The soldiers walked to the hot sand in front, panting heavily, bent down and put the ball in the middle. The other soldiers divided into two teams, lined up and charged.

"begin."

Dimithi blew a whistle, and all the soldiers huddled together and competed for the brown ball. The man who got the ball first began to run desperately. The other team stopped him like crazy, and his Teammates use collisions and pounces to assist.

For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic, and the dust even obscured the sight of onlookers.

But the person holding the ball was very fast. He threw away the people behind him like a fish and jumped out of the white line.

"Get a point."

Mountbatten nodded, turned around and took a glass of cold wine for himself.

Dimitsch took out a golden box from his arms, opened it and twisted out a little bit of white pie powder (some kind of mental health product, eh), inhaled, leaned back on the chair, and sighed.

"This place is good, but I miss the battlefield."

The midday sun is going away, and the air is gradually getting cooler. After that large-scale rainstorm, the sunny weather will last for a long time.

"I heard that Port Van Geli is at war."

"I also heard."

Mountbatten nodded.

"I don't know what happened. The Navy sent the Fourth Fleet to make a call. I guess they wanted to find a sense of existence. After all, Oak doesn't have a navy, and it will be very difficult to have it in the future. The Navy is afraid that the Ministry of Defense will cut their budget. ."

"I think……"

A voice behind them suddenly said:

"You have too much idle time, right."

"Hutt, you old bastard!"

Mountbatten yelled, jumped up from his chair, turned and hugged his friend, a middle-aged man in a black military uniform and a black cloak. In the Army of the New California Republic, only wizards are qualified to add to the uniform. The last cloak, that is also their unique logo.

"You came here to dry your hair?"

"For my twenty yuan, even the capital and profit, don't tell me you forgot, the last time you played cards."

Bronze Hutt smiled and replied. The three six-pointed stars on his epaulettes showed that he was certified as a senior wizard by the Wizards General Union.

"You are still so stingy!"

Mountbatten hammered his opponent's chest, then pointed to his companion who had just stood up.

"This is Dimitsch, the commander of the Sixty-Six Infantry Regiment."

"Hello, Mr. [Black Fox] Bronze Hutt, I have heard of many of your deeds, especially the experience of capturing [Bloodthirsty] Erratt, which is very exciting."

"Where, I'm just a helper."

The two shook hands in a friendly manner.

"have a drink."

Mountbatten took out another cup from under the table in a tricky manner, and then greeted two people.

"Oh, good."

Bronze answered with a smile, then pulled off his cloak and weapon belt, and sat down.

"Why are you here?"

After drinking a glass of wine each, Mountbatten asked the same question as before.

"Respond to the call and go to the national disaster together."

Bronze Hutt answered like this, but it did not satisfy Mountbatten.

"Don't fool me, use the recruiting slogan to fool me? Who doesn't know that the general trade unions are all rookies, and wizards with a little skill are spared their lives, so they don't want to come to the battlefield to take guns."

"No, you are wrong. Maybe there are many wizards who are very spared, but we also know Ouke's threat better than ordinary people. The Three Wizards and the Federation of Trade Unions have held several exchange meetings. I am also fortunate to be present. The masters of the Deer faction shared a lot of words about the future. The compatriots of the Wolf faction and the Badger faction who fought with Ouke have also told us a lot with their own experience. They are by no means a threat that can be ignored..."

With that, he took out an iron box from his pocket, and held a cigarette in his mouth.

Without the help of any tools, he just breathed in a gentle breath, and the thin cigarette burned on its own.

"...We all have a consensus that we must stop their expansion trend. This is a species with strong self-evolution ability. We humans have spent thousands of years on the road. They only need a few years or even a few months. Finished, I looked up many classics and made an amazing discovery."

"What is it?"

"In the past few thousand years of history, Ouke has always been a low-level intelligent race with stones, but in just a few years, they have begun to fight with cannons and machine guns."

"They are very capable of learning."

"This has nothing to do with learning ability."

The wizard waved his hand.

"You give a primitive tribal cannon. Do you think they can use it? Even if they can, do they make the cannonball? Do they know how to correct it? Will they fix it if something goes wrong?"

"Well……"

"Oak is not the evolution of warfare tools, but their entire social models, thinking models, and behavioral models are evolving at a high speed. This kind of evolution needs to be counted in the epoch for us. Three hundred years ago, the main tool of human warfare was still the sword. The era of cold weapons lasted for thousands of years."

"When you say this, don't you mean that Oak's IQ is very high? Higher than ours?"

"No, there should be some occult reason in this, but we can't research it yet."

"I panicked when you said..."

"Haha, I didn't mean to scare you, but we just talk about these things, and you should never spread them out, it will cause panic."

Bronze Hutt stared at Mountbatten, with a sly smile on his face, like a sly fox.

"Sir, excuse me!"

A voice interrupted them, and the three raised their heads and saw the sweaty messenger standing beside them.

"what's up?"

"Headquarters urgently!"

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