Orc Tyrant

On the low **** to his right, the battle gunner filled the half-height cannonball into the angled barrel, took a step back, and turned his head.

Boom~!

A burst of hollow explosions sounded continuously, and the howling shells flew into the sky, and then fell into the enemy group.

Kushbaha observed the blasting and flashes of the shells after they landed, and nodded in satisfaction. Every explosion raised white smoke and corpses.

He swung the hatchet back and forth.

The second signal.

The big sudden guns on the tripod began to roar, and the dazzling bullets shot at the approaching enemies. Pieces of enemy forwards were wiped out, smoke and blood mist enveloped the surging front, and the broken meat fell on their heads like rain.

He saw the lycanthrope's elite swordsman shivering and dissociating under the torn of heavy firepower, and he also saw a galloping monitor lizard falling apart, tumbling and crushing its rider.

Kushbaha laughed and slashed down the hatchet.

The third signal.

The already impatient boys immediately howled and fired, and the explosion of the muzzle echoed like the sound of a tree branch breaking.

The effect of this is devastating. Thousands of guns of different calibers fired at the lycanthrope. Their heavy gun bodies were cast from the iron and steel of the abandoned city and improved by the craftsmen. Although they were different in appearance, they were all powerful. Amazingly consistent.

The boys' marksmanship has long been famous, and Kushbach is very proud of this. In the eyes of the surrounding war gangs, the guys with the little moon on their backs are all sharpshooters, and the boys often even practice with the birds flying in the sky.

A fierce volley killed the first few rows of the lycanthrope troops. The infantry and the lizard rider were killed together. Although a few Ouke boys who were running for their lives were unfortunately hit, Kushbach was still pleased to see his boys. Our marksmanship lives up to the reputation and can produce such an effect within the shooting time of a magazine.

Finally, the panting camp survivors rushed in and decisively joined the new war gang.

"Continue shooting."

Kushbach lip-synched during the boom.

"Keep shooting until they rush over."

After speaking, he raised his hatchet, level with his sight, and raised it in front of him.

The fourth signal.

The old David team in heavy armor took a step forward with its right foot and lowered its weapons to form a deadly fence.

Hit the head, bastards.

Kushbach thought.

Then you will understand how Oak can kill you.

As if he had obeyed his wishes, the lycanthrope complied.

The enemy swarms like locust swarms rushed through the last bit of open terrain, and under the salvo of bullets, every step they took was exchanged for life.

Fifty meters, 20 meters, and ten meters, although they suffered heavy losses, they continued to approach.

Whenever a lycanthrope dies, there are two other places on top of him, and four more rush up after they die.

Soon, the lycanthrope reached the edge of the fence.

"Fuck them!"

The shotguns that had already been prepared made a huge roar, and the first row of lycanthropes was knocked off the yellow sand and cut into pieces.

The second row was crowded by people behind, piercing the spikes of the fence like skewers.

The kid with a spear stabs vigorously across the fence, resisting the shocks and the weight of several enemies, some of them humming hard, and then the whole body is picked off the ground and pierced like a caught fish. On the thick spear shaft.

But the number of enemies was so great that some other boys struggled and fell, and the huge weight of the enemy's corpse crushed their spears.

"it has started."

Kushbaha murmured to himself, he had never thought that there were so many stinky guys in the forest. When did they become so many?

The lycanthrope’s charge collided with the camp. For a period of time, the boys remained motionless like a dam in front of the flood, but the pressure on the enemy increased rapidly. Hundreds of enemies poured in and gradually piled up in front of the fence. .

In the broken gap, the elite demonic orc warriors rushed up and slammed Ouke who was in the way.

One by one, the boys were slashed by the spinning long knife, or were flooded by the enemy behind the swordsman. The big guns fired at close range, without any accuracy, but the damage was still huge.

The huge number of dead and wounded in the buffer zone between the two armies forced the boys to retreat. They tried to maintain the formation. The corpses of both sides formed a terrifying ridge, and the beasts rushed over.

"Draw a knife, draw a knife!"

Kushbaha raised his gun and shouted.

His adjutant turned around to give an order, an iron arrow suddenly pierced his head, and then he fell face down to the ground.

The arrow of the lycanthrope suddenly fell like a torrent of rain. Everyone within Kushbach’s field of vision was hit by the arrow. He felt one across his right leg and the other nailed to his left boot. on.

He hasn’t seen this primitive weapon for a long time, but the lycanthrope’s arrows are huge heavy arrows, and the lethality is still not to be underestimated in a close-range projectile. If accidentally hit the key, it is also very dangerous. .

"Waaaaaaaaagh!"

He rushed up with a roar, swinging a hatchet in one hand and holding a pistol in the other.

Reason is quickly replaced by instinct.

He fired a shot and saw the head of an evil orc swordman burst open.

The next second, he swung his hatchet and cut off a head.

Something gave him a tummy, he turned around breathlessly, smashed a lycanthrope with an axe, and then used his size advantage to smash the other one, and gave the **** a solid face. gun.

"Boys! Kill me fiercely!"

Kushbaha rushed to the front line, pierced an enemy's chest forcefully, and then twisted the axe handle to pull the weapon out.

Within ten seconds, he shot out the bullet.

He hummed a pistol and threw it on the forehead of a lycanthrope, and drew out a spare weapon, a pistol with a revolver like a pepper bottle.

The lycanthrope riders also broke through the dense crowd in the fierce battle and appeared, using their swift momentum indiscriminately to trample their own people and Ouke under their feet.

The lizard riders swayed and twisted over the infantry’s heads, like knights driving their mounts across a rushing river. The boys killed some of them, shot them off their saddles, and the beasts that lost their riders continued to rampage with their fangs and claws. .

More iron arrows fell from the fog, knocking down dozens of Ouke boys, and the trampled land was filled with arrows, as if some kind of weird crop had grown.

"Fight! Keep fighting! Hold on to me!"

The battle became more and more fierce, most of the outer walls of the camp had been destroyed, and the kid fought with the enemy at close range, which was their favorite activity all the time.

The sword and axe shattered at the moment of the intersection, gunpowder weapons screamed, and fragments of armor were shaken by the shock wave. The smashed ammunition erupted in the fire, and the flying stream shot through any body blocking the way.

The large tutu guns placed on high places desperately spit out the dazzling fire, burning hot tropics from the enemy group far exceeding the number.

The living life fell to death, and there was no complete body anymore, and a mountain of corpses was quickly piled up on the blood-sucking mud ground.