Orc Tyrant

"Maybe they are waiting for us to panic..."

Miviman said that trying to make himself sound like saying something very far away, not something that is happening, at least he thinks so.

"Then try to escape?"

Of course, even those who are not familiar with war know that that is suicide, but the frequency of occurrence is actually higher than many kids imagine.

The reflection of fighting or fleeing is deeply imprinted in the minds of most kids, and they tend to show up at the most inappropriate times. This is why kids always need the boss to eliminate these influences, and if this fails To do this, they still need the boss's bodyguard to stare at them from behind.

"It would be silly if we were that way."

Udo pointed this out very untimely.

"We can stay here all day."

This is very correct. They are in an easy-to-defend position. Even if it is out of luck rather than judgment, they should not do anything else before the end of the chaos.

And now the boys seem to be conscious, at least they know how to distinguish the enemy, and anything with yellow color will become an obvious target.

But his gunner shrugged and continued to state his point in a way that he couldn't appreciate.

"Of course, unless they have grenades or rocket launchers."

"Of course……"

Miviman nodded in agreement, and suddenly a terrifying tremor spread throughout his body.

Suddenly, the traitors' tactics seemed much more reasonable-to suppress them, and at the same time one of them moved close enough to cross the front of the tank and threw a few grenades into the cabin.

Unless they still have a musket to burn the kid, in this case they don't even need to get too close, just line up the craftsmen in a row, and then they can barbecue.

The mechanic raised his throat and asked the farts who were shooting:

"Do you think they brought grenades?"

"Did not bring."

The cowering voice changed, with a hint of curiosity.

"Boss, I can see movement on the truck. There are two, maybe three or more. I will send a guy around to see clearly."

"Faster."

As soon as Meviman finished speaking, he saw a small head kicked off the roof of the car, and then the hapless short man cried and touched it forward.

Udo fired a few shots at the figure behind a big blue truck outside the four or five cars, and then got a burst of intermittent counterattacks and several shotguns, and then the surroundings became quiet again.

"Old and old, boss! Yes, there are three."

After a while, before the investigator came back, the guy who shot on the roof screamed.

"Old Old Old Old Boss!!! They are so fast! Faster than Skugger!!!"

"To shut up!"

Miviman let out a low growl, and the suspicion that he still didn't want to agree with rose again in his heart. It was bad enough to stop thinking about it.

"Shoot and shoot! They must have not..."

At this time, the fart's voice changed to a scream.

"Boss, what is this--"

Then, a precise bullet shattered his upper body along with the broken gun.

"They are here."

Udo whispered, calmly as usual, whether it was telling Miviman that the engine oil was ready or a group of blue-faced thieves suddenly appeared.

Then he started shooting with a gun. After a while, he turned to hide from the mechanic, and at the same time he brought a strong smell of his body, and said with a bitter expression:

"It seems that they are determined."

"No joke."

The second gunner squatted on the other side of the mechanic, his face pale.

A burst of gunfire boiled the air above their heads. Miviman only hoped that the other crew members would also know that they would lower their heads. At this time, the weapons on the tank were not easy to use. There were blocked trucks all around.

"They are not trying to kill us."

Miviman suddenly spoke up, unhappy with the idea.

"Just to prevent us from fighting back."

"Well, it works."

Udo's jaw was clenched tightly.

"why?"

"So that they can get close, they must know that reinforcements are on the way, so they want to finish it quickly.

The other boys nodded.

"It is said that the blood axe kid calls this-fire suppression. When it stops, they will move."

With a painful understanding, the mechanic and the gunner looked at each other.

"So when they stopped, we opened fire."

Udo explained, trying to make the explanation as simple as possible in order for the other boys to understand.

"Fire at everything and anything that seems threatening, understand?"

"understood."

The deputy gunner's face was as dark as Skug's hairstyle, but he still nodded.

"Ok."

Suddenly the noise stopped, and then the crew members stood up and looked for the target.

Udo found it immediately. They were two boys with big guns, and they were rushing towards the mechanics with a gust of wind.

One of them is wearing a painful kid, and the other is wearing a yellow-green blouse, which blurs his body lines, but still can’t completely conceal a large number of signs on his body, and these signs stretch out his hand. It was undoubtedly leaked when changing the bomb-his whole body was pierced with the disgusting paint of the traitor.

"Yellow boy bastard,"

With a low cry, Miviman recognized it immediately, and fired at them with all his strength, drowning them in a blizzard-like bullet.

The fake Pain kid fell, passing through the shattered carapace, and the tattoo on his chest was clearly visible.

The other flew behind an abandoned car to seek cover. The second gunner began to punch bullet holes in the car with a machine gun. His face was full of pleasure and joy.

At this moment, a shadow flickered from the corner of Miviman’s eyes. He turned around and killed the other attacker. He was wearing the same swagger as the shotgun-handling accomplice he had just hung up. A pistol round was just right. Hit him in the face.

The rebels screamed and fell back and fell heavily from the roof of the car.

At this moment, another figure in an indescribable jacket jumped towards him, the ax in his hand ready to tear.

Unfortunately for him, Miviman's repair chain saw axe was longer than his attack range, and as a result, he was chopped into several pieces before he could get close to using the battle axe.

"Are these boys crazy?"

Suddenly, the deputy gunner asked, he was still firing at the car hiding behind the bastard, and Udo was trying to target a guy who was throwing bombs.

"It's crazy indeed."

Miviman responded simply:

"The kid shouldn't have so many ideas. The overlord is the strongest and the biggest, so he should listen to him. He wants to be waaagh. We just waaagh. He doesn't want waaagh for the time being. We just wait for him to waaagh. It's that simple."

After speaking, he looked up, but was immediately stunned.