Orc Tyrant

The mist is full of noises.

The sound of three hundred engines was full of air, mixed with the sound of the door being locked, like a giant beast made of metal and rotating gears roaring and waking up.

Miviman ran past the increasing noise. He dodges the **** who was loading ammunition and ran down the smoke-filled corridor between the tanks.

He was still asleep when the microphone started to announce deployment orders loudly. He tried drinking to keep himself from falling asleep, but it didn't work.

He woke up, thinking that it was all over again, the bomb fell, and the fog of killing would fill the battlefield, and then he recognized his boss's roar and smiled to himself.

All this is going over again, only in a different way.

An overweight armor with twin deadly guns started to reverse when he ran past and almost crushed him.

He cursed, and then moved on. He was suddenly eager to fight, very, very eager-he wanted to drive his beast, let everything go, let him do whatever he wanted.

But he was still running, looking for the Hammer in the rows of tanks.

Every overweight armor that can be moved will be used, without exception, if he does not pass, the Hammer may be led by someone else to rush into the fortress of the smelly man.

He won't let this happen, no matter how tired he is, no matter how well he knows that most of the armor will become the iron coffin of his crew, he still can't let his steel beasts and carts rush in without him. battlefield.

At this moment, he realized that he loved all this very much, loved the small and closed command cabin, loved every surging of the engine, and every tremor of the roar of the artillery.

He was simply born for this.

"Boss!"

There was a sound, and he turned his head sharply and saw a familiar face.

Half of the main gunner Udo's body was exposed outside the turret of the Hammer, his blindfold was hanging on his chest, as if he had been stripped of skin, and a smile appeared on his greasy face. The leftovers from last night are still hanging on the protruding fangs.

"Fuck up, what are you laughing at!?"

Udo looked at him suspiciously for a while, his smile trembling.

"Sorry, boss."

He grumbled, not looking so caring.

Miviman shook his head—he couldn't sleep well and was a little irritable.

"It's great to know that you are coming with us."

Miviman ignored him and climbed to the top of his tank. Many of the paintings on it had long since disappeared and were stripped in the fierce battle. The patina and stains now dye its shell like a butcher's apron.

The main gun was cold and silent, and the outer cover was scorched black by the heat of the weapon itself.

"Hurry back to your place."

He said to Udo, and shook his head.

"Boss, what did the overlord tell you yesterday? I have never seen him before. Is it as white as the rumor? Or is it green and white?"

"If you don't want to cause trouble, just shut your mouth."

"Does anyone hear it, boss."

"At this time, you should adjust the situation of the main gun."

As Miviman said, half of his body had slipped into the cabin.

"Before you ask more stupid questions—yes, the overlord said something to me, but there is nothing you want to hear. His skin is indeed white, like weathered rock, so you should get in now. , Go to your own place."

"Understood, Boss, uh, also, Ironshoe has also joined the team."

"what?"

Udo shrugged and said:

"Tiehoof, and Bloodstained, joined the team, the boss arranged."

Miviman looked at him for a second.

What does the boss mean? If you remember correctly, those two big dirty cars are the top teeth? That's great, he's such a terrific guy.

Above his head, the assembled trumpet sounded in the wind, lights began to flicker everywhere, shrouded everything under the twilight yellow, and hordes of carts closed their hatches one after another.

"Miviman."

With another familiar voice, he turned his head and found that the captain of Ironshoe was standing on the left.

He was panting, sweat was still hanging on his forehead, and his eyepieces seemed to be put on in a hurry while running, crooked, which almost made him laugh.

"I heard you had trouble before?"

Miviman nodded, he didn't smile, his face was expressionless.

"I have solved the trouble-making guys. The boss let us all join the battle, and the overlord will join the battle that has already started. We can perform well, depending on whether you can manage your steel well. "

"You think I can't?"

"Of course not, it's just that I have heard that you are a little excited when driving. I just hope you can listen to instructions when you are excited."

The captain of Ironshoe snorted.

"Is this what you want, or is it what you fear?"

"Yes, no."

Miviman said, he smiled suddenly, causing the scars to squirm on his cheeks.

"I remember when I helped you get the Ironshoe engine, you were always smart, but now you have to listen to me."

He raised his finger to the iron hoof not far away.

"Go to your car and get ready to go."

When Miviman got into the command module, the other crew members were already inside and were conducting routine inspections of the equipment.

He reached out to close the hatch, and then he stopped, looking at the open space in front of him-the war machine waiting under the flashing lights and the harsh horns.

The chariot closest to the gate had already started its engine, the tracks began to rumble together, and exhaust gas overflowed from the exhaust pipe.

Miviman stared at the screen for a while, until the indicator light turned green, after which he completely closed the hatch, and the Hammer once again became his whole world.

"The engine is warming up."

The voice of the technical deputy came from behind the chair.

"The secondary gun is fixed!"

The sharp sound of the fart screamed, and the Hammer lost a pair of cannons. It took a while for the kid to reinstall two of them. The parts of the Fury were used, and the skirts of the tracks were fixed again. And picked a few **** as gunners and repairers.

"The contact is normal."

The neuroboy with the tin cap on his head also howled, and occasionally hit the bulkhead with the metal stick with his hand.

"There is no problem with the main gun, you can fire at any time!"

"The same goes for the front cannon!"

"The flamethrower is in great condition!"

"The suspension works normally!"

After confirming that the Hammer was in full condition and could kill the enemy at any time, Miviman pressed the switch of the team's microphone.

"All! Follow me and go!"

Amid the crunching sound of friction, the Hammer slowly moved, and drove into the mist that was shrouded in the morning light like a veil, and six overweight armored vehicles followed closely behind.

Farther away, the sound of rumbling cannons shattered the original calm.

The general attack on Fort St. Spear began.

Thank you book friend for the coming of the evil moon comet, marauder, and the reward of Black Wound! !