Orc Tyrant

Night fell on the surface of the Essex Great Plains, and the dead souls followed the dying light and dissipated on the other side of the horizon.

The ground that began to dry was shattered under the heavy hoofs, and dust was flying.

The whole day of fierce attack was over, everyone was nervous and exhausted.

Far from the front line, the soldiers rested briefly in small rooms full of loud speakers.

Almost no one spoke, most people just waited and listened. There is nothing they can do right now. The enemy launched three large-scale attacks and five small-scale raids during the day, but they did not succeed in the end. It means that the enemy has not achieved any results.

In one day's resistance, many companies suffered nearly half of the casualties. A few lines of defense were once broken by the enemy. Relying on the tight firepower net and sufficient reserves, they were able to eliminate the few greenskins that had crossed the line of defense.

But the reserve forces are no longer so well-off, and they have also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when they are in close combat with the enemy, the price they have paid is particularly tragic.

The only good news is that they held on, or the enemy temporarily gave up.

But everyone knows that this is only temporarily...

Some people convulse because of tension, others just stare at the air. Their lifeless eyes try to ignore everything. Some people fall asleep and fall untimely to the ground. No one wakes them up because of the short sleep here. It's very rare to plant

For many recruits, today is a severe test. They finally saw the enemy's extraordinary power. With this density of firepower, they can actually smash their defenses.

They just slammed into the muzzle straight, as if those machine guns didn't exist. Maybe this was a kind of stupid recklessness, but in other words, it could be called amazing courage.

Outside the line of defense, wizards joined the ranks of the night watch.

According to the information from the Benedictine Empire, Oak is a creature that is extremely good at night warfare, so in order to prevent these things from attacking by night, Walter Kruger scattered all the wizards in the wizard camp.

If there is any living thing approaching, their keen perception will be aware of it for the first time.

The wilderness outside the city was full of Ok's corpses. Under the shroud of night, they looked like small dirt bags one after another, and those huge war machines looked like huge rocks.

"How about the casualties of the various troops?"

In the brightly lit hall, Walter Kruger glared red eyes and stayed up all night.

The string in his mind was tense all day long, and he had to receive the latest intelligence on the defense line every twenty minutes. The enemy’s squally stormy attacks really made him unexpected. I felt fear once.

"The pressure on the north and south sides is the greatest. According to the statistics of the 23rd division, 3,251 people were killed, 293 missing, 4,771 light and serious wounded, and 21 officers above the battalion level were killed. As for the 30 divisions to the south, the current number of deaths is 3741. Missing unknown, 3884 minor or serious injuries, battalion-level

17 of the above-mentioned officers were killed in battle, and the casualties of the other divisions were between 10-15%. "

After listening to the results reported by the deputy commander, Walter Kruger was silent for a long time. He said in a hoarse voice until the orderly changed the candles again:

"Let the 76th Regiment and the 109th Regiment go to the north to support the 23rd division, while the 53rd Regiment go to the south to support the 30th division."

These units are all used as mobile force reserves, but the serious casualties of the two main forces now force him to weaken the cards available in his hand.

"The ammunition situation."

"The ammunition for light weapons is still sufficient, mainly on the large-caliber barrel artillery side. Before setting off, only five base ammunition was carried. Today I lost two bases. The light rapid-fire guns have more serious consumption. Some artillery battalions have already There is only one base left."

After speaking, the deputy commander handed the sorted data sheet to Walter, who took a look, and then let out a helpless sigh.

"Let each unit evenly distribute the ammunition."

"Yes, I have already arranged it."

The sad Lieutenant paced to the wall, looked at the map that had been read countless times, and whispered:

"I don't know where the reinforcements have gone?"

Although he said lightly, the deputy commander still heard very clearly. He stepped forward and asked tentatively:

"Why don't you send power to the headquarters again to tell us the current situation?"

"It may not be useful to complain at this time."

"It's better than being beaten silently, making the situation a little more serious and letting the commander urge the troops in the north and south."

"Yes, then you, forget it, I will draft it myself."

Just as Walter Kruger was crying for reinforcements from the Western Theater Command, Fang and Bal Zhijin also met, and they also encountered some difficulties.

"Xia Mi's guns are a bit cruel."

Bar Zhijin touched the bald head, and after a grunt, he drank the mushroom wine in the bowl depressedly.

Gu Ya is also quite irritable. They are all warlords who have participated in previous wars. They thought that under the Aswan Fortress, they had never seen such firepower. In their opinion, Xiami's greatest ability is that.

But today, as the most powerful industrial country among the nations of mankind, the New California Republic has bared its fangs.

Maybe their soldiers are not as tough and fighting as the Axum Legion, but their firepower is twice that of an Axum Legion. The boys are not afraid to fight hard battles, and they can take many hard battles. Only this kind of enemy hasn’t seen it yet. As far as the fight was unilaterally beaten, the boys were reluctant to fight.

Although the boss of Oak seldom cares about the life and death of his younger brother, most of the people who are brought here this time are their own men and horses, who are all elites who can fight. It is a pity that he died in vain under the gunfire.

More importantly, as a warlord, in addition to personal strength, the number of boys under his command is also a very important hard indicator. If the number of boys is too small, they will not be hard to speak. In order to eat a bunch of dried shrimps, they will lose their wealth. The catty is not stupid, it is impossible to draw.

"If there are so many cannons on Xiami, I wonder... Grey Mountain may not be able to hold it."

Compared to Bal Zhijin, Gu Ya thinks farther. He only sent a few thousand boys to help defend the front line of Grey Mountain. If what the shrimp said is true, then they have to face more than 100,000 shrimp. This is not a joke. No matter how arrogant he is, he does not think that a kid with less than 10,000 can withstand the onslaught of more than 100,000 shrimps.

Especially these more than 100,000 shrimps also have an overwhelming firepower advantage.

"If you don't want to send a little more, I'll make it together and get another pass."

Bar Zijin thought about his plan for a while, then nodded to express his agreement.

"The key is to quickly gnaw off the shrimps here. Naz is still on the way. If this happens to us, the goods will not come back."

"Cut, do you still care about him?"

"I'm afraid the boss will blame it."

"Also..."

After drinking a few more bowls of wine, the two warlords still did not think of a good way.

At this moment, Gu Ya noticed some strange noise outside the tent. He got up and went out to take a look. He found that the farts were digging pits. They were accustomed to planting mushrooms wherever they went, but they were not simple. Digging a pit, but digging a deep trench.

"What are you doing!"

The buck-tooth stretched out his legs in a bad mood kicked one of the **** into the sky, and the others froze in place, staring blankly at the angry boss.

"What about you! Dumb!?"

"Old, boss, kind..."

"What are you doing when planting mushrooms and digging trenches."

"It's hot during the day, the ditch is deep, and the mushrooms are underneath.

Suddenly, a ball of spark burst out of Gu Ya's head, and he quickly caught the fleeting moment.

"Oh! I thought about it!"

He turned abruptly back into the tent, and lifted the discrepancy-faced Bal Jijin.

"I have thought of how to deal with the cannons of shrimp!!"