Orc Tyrant

As soon as the off-road vehicle that followed the Feast of Blood rushed in, the driver was knocked down by a burst of light weapons fired indiscriminately.

The firepower of the rebels was so dense this time that it was almost difficult to dodge their bullets. The car lost control, knocked over some rebels and then headed into the gray stone wall of a house.

The drag racing boss and his little brother had just climbed down from above, when a large group of traitors brandishing axe and yelling stopped their way.

In general, they performed very well, trying to shoot back the traitors who were approaching, but it was impossible for them to deal with so many enemies.

The bullet hit the two rushing yellow helmet boys, making them unstable to stand, but this is all the off-road vehicle team can do before being submerged.

In the next second, the boss of that car and his four boys were chopped into meat sauce one after another.

"Are you all dead?"

Namath tried to call the following vehicles, but the communicator was noisy.

"Boss! The door is blocked!"

"You are too fast, boss."

"Boss, my car is stuck in a ditch, is there any handle..."

In the face of this situation, Namath apparently decided to hide in the armored vehicle and continue to fire with guns mounted on the car body, while the gunners used deadly artillery to blast the rebels.

According to his judgment, what they did was just a drop in the bucket, and it was only a matter of time before the paralyzed car was destroyed.

While Namath was spying out, a small group of rebels rushed forward. They were holding explosive devices one size smaller than a pistol in their hands. It was obvious that they wanted to throw explosives into the hatch, but they were immediately caught. The shot fell to the ground, and the roar of the automatic gun could be clearly heard even in the roar and bursts of ignited fuel.

"Boss! I'm here!"

A light truck suddenly rushed out of a gap in the retaining wall, and the kid operating the rapid-fire gun on it roared while shooting around. The bullet chain was wrapped around his unarmored upper body like a snake.

The boys in the car also jumped down and fired fiercely at all the surrounding enemies, obviously wanting to join the blood feast surrounded by them.

At this moment, Namath felt fortunate. It seemed that his impulse did not make him the first warlord to die, thanks to the timely rescue.

However, this impression did not last long.

Boom!

Two shoddy rockets hit the speeding truck, and a rain of bullets mixed with fragments and live ammunition hit its rough welded armor plate, making a light noise.

The kid who operated the rapid-fire gun fell backward, and **** bullet holes were punched out of the tattoo on his face, and most of his brain was taken out of the back of his head by the projectile.

Just when he fell, another kid held the trigger and wanted to continue firing, but a bullet shattered his chest and took his life.

Namath didn’t know the driver’s condition, but he strongly suspected that the guy might not end well, because the truck full of bullet marks immediately overturned and rolled forward a few laps, squashing some rebels. , But this result is far from satisfactory.

"Be careful, boss."

As soon as Namat got out of the cabin, there was a gunshot behind him. He turned around, but his nose recognized the familiar smell.

His deputy stood behind him, holding a big gun flat, and a traitor fell on the ground a few steps away from him, with a big hole in his head.

"That silly guy wants to attack you."

"You idiot hid in that corner?"

It was like this, but when I saw him again, the ease in my heart was beyond words. There is no doubt that he followed him when he saw Namath crawling out of the top hatch. He thought his duty was to stay with the boss. In this case, he does not intend to delve into these issues.

If you find that you are about to be surrounded by crazily bloodthirsty and howling traitors, there is no better choice than to have a stronger bodyguard by your side, and there is no Okbi Namath. The one in front is more reliable.

The deputy nodded, and glanced at the **** scene of the massacre that he had just witnessed with his usual calm look.

"Boss, the scene is really chaotic, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid it's like that."

Namath said, taking a deep breath and pulling out his saber, and accidentally found that the other hand was already holding the pistol. This was undoubtedly his subconscious move when he escaped at full speed from the armored vehicle that had not escaped.

He looked around and found nothing helpful. His flag car, which was heavily surrounded like a bullet magnet, continued to fight back. The only thing he was certain was that it blocked the advance of the rebels and prevented them from surrounding it.

As everyone knows, Ok's marksmanship is as bad as usual. They cause far more damage to their companions than to armored vehicles. When the besieged defenders shoot calmly and methodically, miss-target and rico The rebels in tight formation caused great casualties.

No traces of other tanks were found, and what Namath can do now is to pray for at least one to come.

"Go here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards the suspicious bunker full of burnt machine parts, and at the same time looked back at the one-sided battle behind him.

The two oaks rushed along the nearest building and emerged in a relatively quiet place between the two buildings, at the edge of the open area where the rebel vehicles were parked.

Most of the cars were slightly different from what Namat saw in the abandoned city. He deliberately walked a few steps forward and looked at the classic cars carefully, trying to figure out what they were.

They have not been well maintained or cleaned, like most Ouke’s machines, and their armor is thinner. This may be related to the barrenness of the desert. All tanks are decorated with special decorations, flashy flags or terrible trophies. Hanging on the shaft, or randomly covering the weapon holder, and most of them are roughly painted with the symbols seen on the gate.

Namath pointed those out to his deputy. After all, he might be the expert who knows these machines best around here. He used to be a mechanic boy before he found out that he had no talent in that area.

"Do you know what that means?"

His deputy shrugged.

"Boss."

He said briefly, as if it had explained everything.

Namat looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to two flags and said:

"There seems to be some different guys here."

In the next second, he immediately understood the hint implicit in this seemingly casual comment.

"You mean we rushed into a battlefield command post?"

He asked, his tone terribly calm.