Orc Tyrant

In five waves, Rahn’s company defeated Oak’s entire five waves of offensive, five waves.

Among the strongholds on the east side of the Kuihara Ridge, they have persisted the longest. Rahn is proud of this, and he is deeply proud of the **** dead and all the brothers who died.

The phrase "fight to the last person", they really carried it through to the end.

This battle is both glorious and terrifying, and like all battles, this is the most difficult battle many veterans have ever fought.

The strength of the enemy and ourselves is so great that many people already understand that they are destined to sacrifice, and everyone understands this deeply.

By the time the night fell, the anxious battlefield was already devastated. No fortification can withstand firepower forever. No fortress can stand forever in front of superior forces. As long as enough time and strength are spent, any defense will be hit. Break down, this is the first truth of war.

In the last two offensives, Rahn and the others had had to engage in **** hand-to-hand combat with Ouke. The casualties and the consumption of ammunition forced them to block these killing machines with flesh and blood.

The price was heavy. After taking the two green skins, the strong Keir was knocked to the ground by a stronger hunk. The beast cut his belly open with a machete, and his internal organs were spilled everywhere.

The hoarse that he had before his death still echoes in Rahn's ears.

Demeter also died miserably. He retreated in front of the enemy, hysterical because of fear, and wanted to run back to safety.

However, the stronghold was already surrounded by enemies. When he was torn to pieces by the two-legged monster raised by the green skin, Rahn could only watch, unable to extend a helping hand.

Klund is a good guy. He played bravely. He continued to fight even if he lost an arm. When he fell, he was still holding an unignited grenade in his hand.

In the end, only Louis was the only one who survived. He was active and alert, just like a natural warrior. He could always find the negligence gap for them. He learned quickly on the battlefield and already knew what it was. Patience, his kill count is at least ten or more.

"...Mr. Vermeer?"

Rahn bent over beside a man lying on the ground. The man breathed weakly and closed his eyes, but still held his satchel tightly with one hand. Louis on the side lifted his coat to show Rahn this. The injury on the human body.

When he saw what was under the jacket, Rahn's face was distorted, and Vermeer's abdomen had been melted through, and it seemed like the result of being shot at very close range by the incendiary bomb.

A scorched hole was burned out of his abdominal muscles under the tear in his coat, and mist was rising from the wound.

Just as Rahn knelt on one knee, Vermeer opened his eyes and stared at him.

"Hold on, Mr. Vermeer."

Rahn said with tears:

"I'll take you to the field hospital right away, don't give up."

"I heard that when he was giving first aid to a soldier at the front of the position an hour ago, he was shot cold by some **** green skin."

Louis on the side reminded him, then glanced around.

Originally this was the opponent who temporarily parked the wounded, but now only the body bags can be seen, which is more like a morgue.

Vermeer moved his gaze to Rahn, and gasped hard:

"Don't waste your energy, boy."

He said as he coughed, with blood foaming at the corners of his mouth.

"I am the doctor. I know better than you what kind of people can live."

"Stop talking for now, there is some strength left."

Sergeant Vermeer turned his head and gave Louis a meaningful look.

"You promised me, right."

Louis froze for a moment, then glanced at Lahn. They could not save Vermeer. This person was already dying, so after he first found the injured Sergeant Vermeer, he agreed to the other party's request.

"child."

Vermeer turned his gaze back to Rahn and said with a smile:

"I saw in you... the shadows of the legendary heroes in the story. You will be an excellent warrior, and you will survive."

"Hero? Me?"

Rahn winced, he had never heard anyone call him that way in years.

"Yes it is."

Vermeer coughed, it was a harsh noise, and his face was crumpled in pain.

"Boy, in my bag..."

Louis hesitated for a moment, then put his hand into the other party's bag, and took out a syringe and a small light green liquid from it.

"well."

Vermeer nodded.

"Give me a shot."

"Wait, what is this?"

Rahn looked at the small bottle of pale green liquid suspiciously, he had a bad feeling.

"Let me... calm... go away."

Vermeer could only use gasps to confide words between his teeth, his breathing was exhausting, and the huge wound in his abdomen was torturing him.

"No! No!"

Rahn shook his head vigorously, Vermeer raised his right hand with difficulty, pressed his shoulder, and said softly:

"You must survive... you must..."

Looking at his painful face, Rahn could not cry, but knew that this might be the best choice for Vermeer.

Louis pushed the medicine into the syringe and pressed it to Vermeer's neck. With a brisk hiss, the medicine poured into the veins of the medical soldiers.

Soon, Vermeer's wrinkled forehead stretched out quickly, and his breathing became easier.

When he opened his eyes again, they looked smooth and sluggish, but he was able to speak smoothly again.

"My family once gave birth to a great wizard. He left a legacy, a... thing that will keep you alive."

Vermeer said in a daze, and suddenly grabbed Rahn's arm.

"Don't abuse it!"

After speaking, Vermeer fumbled for a while in his arms, and then took out a silver pendant with a mysterious triangle symbol engraved on the pendant, with an amber snake pupil in the center.

He gasped hard for a few times, and thrust the pendant into Larn's hand.

"The pupil of the silver python, this is its name... wearing it, calling..."

Suddenly, a breathlessness in his throat caused him to cough, blood oozes from the corner of Bévemir's mouth, and his face twitched again due to pain.

"...Korchik."

Rahn took the pendant and held the opponent's hand tightly and whispered, Louis also looked sad, anyone could see that the time was about to come.

"Don't promise--"

Vermeer's words were choked off by his own blood, and they overflowed from his mouth, soaking his mustache.

He clutched Rahn's arm tightly and tried to continue talking with blood, but he managed to spit out only a few words, rather than talking to himself instead of talking to people around him.

"...Can't promise..."

He murmured, his pupils gradually dilated.

"Any...requires..."

With a few clucking of his lungs, his chest undulated for the last time.