Orc Tyrant

The situation outside was worse than Kunderaka's previous most pessimistic expectations, at least until the head of the guard stationed at Blackstone died, they even had hopes for the situation.

But in fact, until now, he has become the only surviving guard in the fortress.

"Damn..."

When he staggered out of the passage and stood at the observation window on the top of the fortress, the cold evening breeze squeezed into his wound with the howling sound, making his headache caused by the wide slap on his forehead more and more. serious.

He wrapped a piece of Skugepi around his neck and temporarily sealed the wound in his throat, but the blood was still dripping from the gap—this was a gift left by a traitor leader half an hour ago.

Kundera breathed carefully to prevent excessive blood loss, but even so, the air inhaled in his chest was like acid mist, making a harsh sound.

With his movements, a vast plain slowly appeared in front of his eyes, and the sight was blocked by the sand drifting in the wind. The visibility was only a few tens of meters away, but the occasional gust of wind cleared the obstacle in front of him. He could see the campfire spreading to the edge of the horizon under his feet. They are arguing and arguing, seeming to be celebrating the victory they are about to obtain, even though they are surrounded by countless corpses.

This is a terrible tug of war, the severity of which is unprecedented in Kundera's life.

In the beginning, hundreds of thousands of boys were fighting around the fortress. The first group of fallen dead was quickly covered by the second group, so that in the back, the two sides stepped on the corpses to fight, and the pile of corpses once reached the second floor of the fortress. .

The guards meticulously organized their defenses. They used all means to kill the enemy and achieved great results.

But the number of rebels is overwhelming, even Kundera suspects that there are more bullets in their hands.

First, the outer line of defense was destroyed, and then the enemy poured into the lower level of the fortress, and the guards resisted layer by layer, so that the corpses filled the passage.

The rebels began to use fire. Among them were an unknown number of burning boys. The prepared roadblocks were quickly cleared, and the defenders had to invest their limited forces on key nodes.

However, the space left for the guards is still getting smaller and smaller. As a last resort, the guard chief transfers most of his forces to the underground space and guards the arsenal, while he takes a small number of boys and guards such as Kundera Ka. It was guarded on the upper level of the fortress, where Guk’s palace was in the past.

They persisted for several days, but it seemed that the limit was here.

"Boss, there are still seventeen, and fourteen of them can go."

Suddenly, a kid without a nose appeared behind him, and his face was obviously stabbed, forming a scar that was quite terrifying by Oak's standards, almost splitting his face in two.

But this didn't make him look painful. Instead, he eagerly saluted Kundera, and then reported the situation of the injured person.

"There's still a bunch of farts, but not much."

A guard's helmet was tied around his waist. Although it had been damaged and had two holes, it was still polished brightly.

This is a quasi-guard.

After a large number of casualties of the guards, in order to maintain morale, the guard leader took the risk to let some outstanding boys wear the equipment of the dead guards, and told them that as long as they survived this time, they would be personally certified by the overlord and become a real Guards.

Although this method may irritate Guk, it does make many boys as ferocious as the guards.

For example, the one behind Kundera, in order to drag him out of the enemy pile, actually in the blood of the dead mountain, he forcibly chopped down the five leaders of the rebel army, and spent three axes to kill Kundera. Ka pulled back from the dead place.

"Good job."

Kundera nodded, couldn't believe that he could still speak at this time, although it was just a waste of energy.

Boom~!

When the sound of the engine behind them started, a cluster of fire lights up, and the air was suddenly filled with noisy noise and the smell of burning promethium.

When evacuating the lower level, they disassembled a machine gun defense turret, and prepared to use this thing to show the rebels a good look, but when it was dismantled, it seemed to be a bit violent, and the thing was abandoned.

Going back to the palace, Kundera secretly thanked Fuck for making this thing work, at least they didn't need to use a few guns to fight the enemy.

Scarface noticed the direction of Kundera's eyes.

"Boss, this is a good thing, but not many bullets."

Suddenly, at this time, any further thoughts on this topic were left behind by Kundera, and they had more urgent matters to deal with.

clatter!

A gunshot came from a corridor not far away, less than ten meters away from where they were standing.

"They are here."

Kundera did not hope for how long the roadblocks could stand. They had just repelled a wave of enemies and suffered more than half of their casualties. It is impossible for the rebels not to know that they are going to die.

Maybe they just wanted to take a break and have a drink in the hall where the guards used to meet.

"I wonder..."

After Kundera was silent for a moment, he said hoarsely:

"...There is a way."

The other boys quickly gathered around him, the guard briefly introduced his wonderful ambush plan, and then decisively issued the order.

"Put them all in."

It is much better to get rid of them at close range than to shoot them at a long distance. At this time, he doesn't expect to survive or repel the enemy. What supports him is pure fighting spirit and kill as many enemies as possible. That's it.

There are many things in Guk’s palace, which are the spoils of his conquests, but his memory is not so good. Many things are piled here and they are forgotten by him. There are several similar treasure troves. It just exists in the accounts of certain kids, such as the bold blue-faced ghosts.

These spoils filled the palace and turned it into a dangerous jungle with a lot of shelter.

"What a good plan."

Scarface was the first to agree. His passion did not fade away because of the impending death. The guard helmet wire seemed to give him infinite power. Before that, he was just an ordinary kid, even the leader of the Zhan Gang It's not.

"Waaaagh!"

After a roar, they clearly heard a cheer of victory emanating from the tunnel.

"Don't shoot."

The Guards gave the order, but it was not necessary, because the group of fighters knew what he should do, but he still didn't want any mistakes. The seventeen Okks were all hidden in the trophy jungle.

The rebels rushed in unpreparedly, but hesitated for a while when they were about to enter the palace, seeming to be intimidated by the authority symbolized here.

When the first guy wearing a yellow helmet tiptoed in, the other boys followed in a similar manner, even their voices were suppressed, and suddenly they changed from a group of thugs to thieves with a guilty conscience, as if they were afraid of being alarmed. The noble master here.

The closer they are, the more details Kundera can recognize and the fewer things to consider.

There are more than sixty rebels, about half of them have guns, and the others have heavy machetes and axes that look like improvised pieces.

Nevertheless, I have seen many examples in previous encounters, and I know not to be fooled by the appearance of these things. Although their appearance is primitive, they have complete functions, and no matter what they are used to cut. Very fatal.