Orc Tyrant

"Boss! This, this!"

Under the leadership of the two boys, he saw the "UFO" in a garbage dump outside the city.

Of course, it looks different now. After all, it has fallen from a few hundred meters of the sky. It is almost impossible to keep it as it is, but the golden tooth can still see a complete metal wing and huge engine nozzle.

From the appearance alone, this thing is not much different from the Rockets, and may be slightly shorter.

Many **** guys had been around early on. They were obviously all hoping to find something interesting in the wreckage, but because there was already a watchman, and it didn't seem to be easy to provoke, they didn't do anything about it for a long time.

When the golden tooth appeared, the trash guys sighed, but fled in all directions.

When the boss came, naturally there was nothing wrong with them.

Two Oukes were looking at the machines on the ground. They were wearing black leather jackets and funny lop-eared hats. One of them squatted on the ground as if repairing, and the other kept kicking his ass.

"Shit, Ugo! You're just shit! If you didn't change the fire extinguisher to oil..."

Perceiving movement, Naoke immediately turned around and drew the pistol from his waist.

But when he saw that it was a big guy, leading a group of fierce guys, he instinctively backed up a few steps, but he didn't put down the gun in his hand.

He has always been worried about someone robbing him of his things, but he didn't expect it to come true.

However, Jin Ya faced the opponent's muzzle, smiled disdainfully, and then cast his gaze to the back of the opponent's shoulder, the huge machine that slumped on the ground and smoked.

The thing was estimated to have a lot of strength when it landed, and a hundred-meter-long gully was ploughed forcibly on the ground. Various fragments were scattered around the garbage dump. One of its broken wings also smashed the den of a certain garbage man.

"During the day, did you fly over us?"

Jin Ya retracted his gaze and turned his attention back to the guy who seemed very tenacious. Even in the face of so many boys, he seemed to have to guard the machine.

"Yes, I! That's right, it belongs to us! This belongs to me!"

"Before you answer my question."

Jin Ya knew that the other party must be afraid that he would rob him, and he also had this thought, but first of all, he had to figure out what it was.

"What is it called."

Boss Oak pointed his finger at the machine on the ground, and the boy hesitated for a moment. When he saw the fierce bodyguards of Jinya, he finally reluctantly said:

"I... I call it a plane, also called a bang machine."

"Can it fly?"

This is nonsense, but Jinya still wants to confirm it again.

The kid nodded.

"Interestingly, you are from Arkham, right."

"Well."

Jin Ya greeted a bodyguard, muttered to him a few times, and then said loudly to the kid:

"I called some mechanics to help you fix it."

"No, no! I myself..."

"Don't worry, I won't want your things. You can be considered a help today. There will be some good special projects in the evening, so let's come together."

The kid hesitated for a long time, but in the end he couldn't refuse an invitation from a boss.

"now it's right."

Jin Ya smiled, turned and walked towards the city, but after two steps he stopped, and then asked:

"Forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"My name is a dumb man."

...

The fighting outside Blackrock Fort has ceased.

The giant bipedal machine carried its owner across the dusty plain. It was a lonely god, and every time it strode the earth would roar like a thunder.

Maybe when the mission is completed, it will rest, but before that, it still strides forward with the fatigue of a wounded soldier.

The wind beat its dented red skin, covering its shoulder weapons with dust.

Every few hundred meters, it stopped and trembled, and the damaged gears and blocked pistons clinked.

Above its head, the sky showed a clear blue.

Guk, the king of Ouke, looked at the dry land in the eyes of Mao Jingang.

My kingdom.

He thought, suddenly coughing.

Beside him, many tall and obscure figures remained motionless, keeping their eyes on the landscape outside the window of King Kong.

He never thought it would be like this when he went home. Although the concept of home was so unfamiliar and incomprehensible to him, this is the place where he was born, and the wind and sand here shaped him.

The deck shook under his feet, and the **** machine stopped.

Guk glanced at the figures of Okimid and the two mechanic operators. They were hurriedly operating on their seats. The messy pipelines covered their faces, as if they were about to put their eyes in front of other people. It's the same as hiding.

He doesn't like this, but he doesn't know why.

"what's happenin?"

Guke spoke after a few seconds:

"Why stopped?"

Keeping the arm removed the line hanging from the ceiling, Ojimed revealed his face, and the mechanical artificial eyes were flashing all the time.

"Look."

Glak was staring outside through the armored glass of King Kong's eyes, his pupils were like red holes in a gray iris.

Guk followed the gaze of his faithful dog.

The early morning clouds disappeared from the ground and were blown away by a violent wind.

The body appeared from the faint yellow.

At that moment, he remembered the scene of the sea creature's back piercing the ocean surface, and then he recognized what he saw.

The spiral rust covered the body of the nearest tank, winding through the dented metal, and its tracks were scattered on its sides and rear, falling off at the last moment before it was destroyed.

There is a jagged-edge hole in the twisted front inclined armor. Its turret hatch is still tightly closed, but the main gun barrel has become a cluster of charred metal twigs.

He could see that its exposed cabin was covered with dust, exposed to the howling wind.

Another tank emerged from the retreating clouds. The lines of its hull were corroded and softened. On its side, was another smaller vehicle, which was pierced through the smooth openings on both sides of the turret—like a A precise bullet pierced the skull of an unfortunate man.

More wreckage appeared, squeezed in one place, or stayed alone with his own fragments.

At a glance, he recognized more than a dozen paints and saw many that he had never seen before.

The heavy car body of the battle fort lay beside many Skug’s corpses and battle motorcycles.

Among the wreckage, shrunken farts were distributed among the chaotic tank parts.

Many of Ok's corpses looked almost intact. The baptism of flames washed away their logos, and many of them were still entangled with the enemy, looking like they were frozen in the moment of death.

The cloud continued to recede, and the carpet of death spread under the feet of the gods' machinery.

In the armored raid last night, the rebels were defeated and the victory was only a finger away. Blackstone almost fell. Only the lower arsenal was still resisting, and the flag on the top of the fort had changed.

But the cold steel cruelly crushed their hope and their lives.

"This is victory."

The King of Oak stared at the sea of ​​blood that stretched dozens of miles away, and muttered to himself.