Orc Tyrant

There was a boo suddenly around, as if the whole world wanted him to be quiet.

Kaul crawled on the ground among the ferns, trying to walk through the rustling of the waves.

The Grey Mountain, located 30 kilometers north of the city of Widder, is not actually a mountain at all. It is just a small hill less than 60 meters above sea level formed by exposed weathered rock. On the sloppy soil of the slope, ferns are The plants are prosperous, fibrous and soft like feathers, and the mottled stalks are as rough as vines, and they stand upright toward the sky, one person tall.

They reminded him of his hometown. When he was a child, his father used to take him to log and hunt in the forest in winter.

At that time, thick frost formed on the evergreen needles, and when the wind blew, the tree would sound like a sigh.

At this time, all that was left was sighs, the undulating waves of dry fern bushes, and the clumps of dust that had penetrated through every pore of his body and rubbed the soft tissues of his throat.

The sunlight is bright and dazzling, piercing the pale and thin air from the transparent clear sky downwards, and strips of net marks are reflected on the ground under the ferns-made up of desolate sunlight and uneven black shadows. .

He crawled forward for 20 meters and climbed into a gap of dead leaves. His calf had been thickly wrapped in two layers with chain cloth to prevent the plant barbs from scratching.

Kaul fastened the sniper rifle tightly to his chest with a sturdy strap to prevent dust from entering the gun, but every ten minutes or so, he checked the parts and cleaned up the dust, fern leaves, and remnants that quickly silted up. As well as thorns.

A few cracking sounds made him turn to a sudden stop, and pushed the gun into his smooth and dry palm, ready to go.

Something wanted to pass through the fern bush from his left, stepping on the dry thorns under his feet from time to time.

In all fairness, they move very concealed and well-trained, but to Kaul's sharp hearing, their actions are like a careless march.

Kaul took out his knife, and the long and sharp blade was deliberately covered with ink to avoid reflections.

He leaned against a thorny stalk and fixed himself to the kinked plant.

There are two more steps, one step...

He threw out abruptly, and took the knife at the last minute.

Private Durr yelled out of fright and fell backward, breaking the dead stem behind him when he fell.

Kaul quickly pressed on, stopped his arm and put the knife on his neck.

"Holy Father! You almost killed me!"

Durr exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, almost."

Kaul smiled, he relaxed his clenched hand, and turned aside to let the person under him get up.

"Make such a big movement, anything else can kill you."

"I……"

Durr instantly lowered his voice.

"Aren't we the only accessory?"

Kaul did not answer.

Perhaps as he said, there is nothing near here, if there is, the movement of Durr's fall must have been heard.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Duer said hoarsely, wincing, and pulled out the thorns he had just fallen on.

Kaul glanced around, holding the gun in his hand.

"What the **** did you learn in basic training?"

He suppressed his voice.

"You are a scout!"

Duer did not answer. All the scouts knew Kaul's strict requirements and knew that all of them were not up to the standard.

In fact, Durr was very angry. In basic training, he was previously a hunter and was recognized as an excellent tracker. That's why he was selected to join the reconnaissance unit when the legion began to conscript.

Holy Father! Then this old **** made him feel like a fool, a clumsy fool!

Ignoring Durna's vision to pierce the back of his head, Kaul silently gave orders to move forward and walked down the **** into the camp densely surrounded by ferns.

A reconnaissance company of the Sixth Army is stationed here, which belongs to the 17th Infantry Division. They are responsible for the reconnaissance and defense missions of the former enemy with a radius of more than 100 kilometers.

That's right, the Sixth Army used only one reconnaissance company to cover the key retreat channel of the Second Army.

"The Greyhound team hasn't come back yet?"

Kaul is the company commander of this company. He has served for more than fifteen years and is an extremely experienced veteran scout and ranger.

But today, he felt restless, not only because of Sentinel Durr's slackness, but also because of a small team sent out a few days ago that has not come back. This is a threatening signal.

"Not only them, the mole and the squirrel have not returned."

The deputy company commander also looked sad.

"Damn, something must have happened, we have to report to the division immediately."

Kaul walked into his dormitory and temporary command post, glanced at the simple map on the wall, and then drew a few circles on it with a pencil.

"This is the scope they should investigate."

"Will you meet a green-skinned scout?"

"No, even if you encounter it, you won't be able to return one."

Kaul sniffed, and he felt that the situation was becoming a little uncontrollable.

"Prepare the horse, I will personally go to the division headquarters, you guard this place, so that the sentinels will cheer up, if you encounter an irresistible accident, leave and withdraw."

Kaul bit the word'accident' very hard, and the deputy company commander immediately understood what he meant.

"Well, isn't it? Someone from the Second Army came over yesterday, saying that they will soon send troops to assist the defense here."

"I'm afraid it's too late. We only have more than a hundred guns and nothing else. I will immediately go to the division to ask for reinforcements. Before I come back, don't go head-on. We are not good players in positional warfare."

"understand!"

As soon as he walked out of the command post, a scream cut through the air suddenly, as bright and sharp as a tanzanite blade.

It's the enemy!

Kaul realized this in an instant, but it was too late. After a few revolutions in the air, a small rocket with a long tail flame slammed into a detection post set up high. The wooden building was smashed to pieces, together with the sentry above.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

The next moment, a shocking roar came from afar, and Kaul walked out of the camp quickly and took out his binoculars to take a look.

"My benevolent father..."

I saw a black and green torrent on the dry riverbed of a nearby stream. They held their weapons high and struck towards the small hill.

"Retreat! Get on the horse! All retreat!!"

Kaul didn't think much, and immediately dragged the team out of the dead. There were too many enemies, and they had no possibility of holding on. The only thing they could do was to report the terrible news to the superior immediately.

When he rode on a war horse and drove all the way towards the troop station, an ugly and dirty battle flag had been erected on the hill where he had stood still.

But Kaul didn't have time for him to care, there was only one thought in his mind.

The war has really begun.