Orc Tyrant

22nd Era, March 5th, 24th, 6:11 am, minus 5 degrees

The morning of the wasteland arrived, and as usual, the dark midnight sky was replaced with a light gray-blue.

Between the two kilometers from the fortress to the wasteland, the only refuges that can be called the real sanctuary are simply piled up posts. As for the surrounding white tents, they are not more valuable than a dream in the extreme cold night. If any.

The cold wind poured in along the cracks, and was also mixed with rough gravel. The 2 company has experienced more difficult days, but those days will not shake Yushkin's fighting resolve more than now.

He opened the door curtain and climbed up to the six-meter-high wooden observation post. After kicking the sleepy sentry awake, he stuck his head out of the edge of the guardrail, and the entire line of defense came into his eyes.

The diagonally inserted sharp wooden stakes, the half-meter-high parapet wall and dozens of guard towers are the first line of defense of the Aswan Fortress, which runs from east to west and extends to the wings of the second line of defense. From his point of view alone, it is hard to believe that any enemy will attack such a line of defense from the front. With rear-loading guns becoming popular on a large scale, attack and defense have become purely digital games.

Not long after their regiment was transferred to the fortress, they were picked up from the warm barracks and rushed here. Now the few tents are filled with shivering soldiers. This is his man. The 3rd Battalion and 2 Company of the 13th Infantry Regiment. The last count of patients and those who died was counted. The entire company currently has a total of 155 people, including 4 are included.

Yushkin wrapped his coat around his body and rubbed his chin with his rough collar. Only then did he seem to realize that he hadn't shaved for five or six days.

But he didn't know where his razor fell when it was transferred. Maybe he got a company next door to borrow one, but Malov is a miser, it's impossible to say.

The temperature is rising, although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.

The temperature difference in this **** place is astonishing. The soldiers, including him, feel exhausted by it. Although he knows that exhaustion can make people go wrong, who can stand up to the heat that can ignite people? Illness entangles everyone, and the most common troubles quietly claim the lives of careless people.

Yushikin raised the new binoculars and looked out of the eyepieces. With his position and height, he could just identify the sand ridge line two kilometers away. As he adjusted the focal length and zoomed in, the undulations of the sand dunes became clearer. , He felt like he had discovered something.

"They should listen to me."

He complained so long ago that he had proposed to flatten the sand dunes in the distance, but no one listened to him, or that no one was willing to do this drudgery.

After looking for another two minutes without seeing any movement, Yushkin hung the telescope back to his chest, turned and returned to the ground, and it was breakfast time in a while, although there is not much to look forward to, but here it is. There is nothing more inspiring than a cup of khaki.

"Captain."

The messenger trot all the way to Yushikin's side.

"Major's new order."

"Isn't it a defense adjustment?"

He took the order suspiciously, but there was no good news or worse news on it, only his application for replacement was rejected.

"I'm afraid we will have no new guys for a while.

"I think so, company commander."

"Company commander! There is something two kilometers ahead, the movement is not small!"

The messenger on the sentry tower suddenly yelled, and Yushkin immediately climbed back to the tower, before he gave the first order of the day.

"Kick all those slackers."

He raised the binoculars. In fact, the binoculars are no longer needed. With the naked eye, he can see that the sand dunes are trembling, and large patches of sand are falling down. The scene behind the dunes is a test of Yushkin. Imagination.

"Damn it!"

All the watch towers found abnormalities. The bugles and drums and the boots of the officers drove all the sleeping guys out of the tent, and the silent defense line suddenly became very noisy.

"1 row, 2 rows, 3 rows, 4 rows! Are you all here!"

"It's all here, sir!"

The 2nd company’s team quickly assembled, Yushijin stretched his fingers, and the sensation hit him again, the muscles tightened, and the blood began to surging slowly, which he could always feel before the battle came.

How much will you lose this time? 20? 30? He wants to know.

If he did a good job, or the divine Kaimon was with him, he might be able to keep the numbers at a relatively low level, which is what he is good at, Major Karnoski often told him.

Maybe this is just empty talk. Good guys die under his command, and the same goes for those who are not so good.

He put his hat on and raised his voice.

"Pray for Kaimon’s blessing, and perform your duties without distractions. When those ugly green-skinned monsters rush up from there, blast bullets into their heads and earn the next one and prostitutes and prostitutes for all of us. A day of wine carnival!"

What a botched pre-war mobilization, Yushikin thought at this time, he felt that he would never be a qualified speaker.

At this time he missed his old friend and superior, Major Karnoski, a true nobleman. At this time, that person is often ready to use an inspiring phrase or quote to inspire his soldiers, and It's not like he mumbles like a drunkard.

"Captain, there have been enemy activities on the entire line of defense, I mean sir, they...seem to play the second largest."

As if implying this, a very strange sound erupted from behind the sand dunes in the distance.

WAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

If the night in the Aswan Wilderness is not enough to cool the blood, then this terrible roar can certainly be done, and many soldiers who have never heard of Ouke's battle cry shuddered in panic.

WAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

More non-human roars vibrated the air, rushing through the endless wasteland into the ears of all human beings, sending out threatening signals.

"All companies deploy! Hurry, hurry! Check the ammunition!"

The platoon leaders arranged the soldiers where they needed them. Everyone’s ammunition packs were full. There were a few light field guns nearby, but that didn’t belong to them, so don’t expect any direct artillery support, fortresses. The heavy artillery over there will only go to the direction needed for reinforcement, and that usually means that the line of defense is about to be broken.

"Pay attention to shooting discipline and choose your target. I don't want to see anyone doing nothing!"

Riding a horse is the privilege of a high-ranking officer. He can only use his legs to patrol the battlefield, and the small messenger closely follows him.

"So if anyone dares to shoot indiscriminately before the officer orders, cancel his hard goods ration!"

Many soldiers shuddered. Cigarettes and spirits are only once a month, but they are the lifeblood of many people. But Yushkin knew that it was not practical to warn him. His second company was his pride, and their sense of discipline was as solid as a rock.

On the battlefield, there is nothing more alive than discipline.

Shoo~~~!

The first thing that sounded was the clamor of the rocket. Yushkin looked up at the cones dragging the flames and fell into the distance, scolding the stupid artillery in his heart. At this time, the launch was useless except to scare his own people.

Maybe this is just the bluff of the Okers?

Yushkin had some kind of unrealistic fantasy, but as if inspired by this idea, they really appeared!

WAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"dry!"

Almost instantaneously, a turbulent green tide composed of flesh pours out from the top of the dune like an avalanche, and the huge soles of feet step on the soft sand and kick up large patches of dust.

In the blink of an eye, the stretch of sand dunes disappeared, and they were abruptly levelled by the boundless green tide!

"Holy Kaimon..."

This natural disaster-like scene almost defeated Yushkin's sanity, and great chaos occurred among the soldiers. Some people were so scared that they turned to run, but were immediately executed by the officers with their guns drawn.

After the sporadic gunshots, hundreds of corpses were dragged down before they even engaged in the human defense.

Yushkin was thankful that he did not need to perform his duties. Although the soldiers of the 2nd company were nervous, none of them tried to escape.

"Raise a gun!"

He ordered:

"Waiting for the order to carry out the first round of shooting. Don't open fire before entering the effective range. Let them spread out by themselves. The shells will fall into the piles.

The platoon leaders repeated his order again.

Yushikin raised his left hand to his chest, underneath his clothes there is Kaimon's holy emblem, which his mother hung here when he left home to join the army twenty years ago.

He vaguely and briefly prayed to Kaimon, praying for his protection and guiding him to the shiny revolver and blessed bullets that he had just taken out of the holster with his right hand.

As the Oukes began to accelerate, Yushkin noticed that although they were horribly strong, they were mostly naked, with simple weapons in their hands.

The enemy who is so backward just seems terrible? He comforted himself so much.

The sound of artillery fire gradually sounded, first with the crisp light artillery, then the dull heavy artillery, and finally the thundering fortress cannon.

The violent explosion ripped Oke’s queue. They were so dense that a single shell could reimburse dozens of monsters. The guy who rushed in the front was almost swept away, but there were more Oke behind. Stepping on the broken corpse of the former and continuing to charge, the thick smoke obscured the battlefield, and only the countless pulsating figures could be seen.

Their morale seemed endless, and Yushkin was even a little jealous at that moment.

"Stay steady!"

It was another round of shelling, and Yushkin could even see Ok's corpse being thrown high. They are really stupid. They can charge in batches, but they have to huddle together. The commander must be an idiot. .

Nearby field guns also began to join the chorus, and solid bullets smashed into the dense formation, setting off a blossoming blood.

If it is a human, then this attack will undoubtedly be a retreat, if it is a human...

WAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The death of the same kind did not arouse Oke's fear, but made them even more furious. The mighty torrent quickly swept through the two-kilometer fire zone, and Yushkin was almost able to smell the stench on their bodies.

"Listen to my orders! Prepare!"

All the soldiers raised their guns. Although many people's hands were shaking, no one pulled the trigger first, and the company next door had already fought at least two rounds.

It was very close, and he could even see the grinning grin full of murderous desire on Ok's ugly face.

He no longer hesitated.

"Fire!!!"