Orc Tyrant

Brigadier General Havor of the Empire's 133rd Guards Division folded his hands on his chest and stared at the image screen. At its best, the image quality was only blurry, and at the worst, nothing could be seen.

Afterwards, the brigadier general shook his head.

"The signal here is not good, Brigadier General Havor."

A voice came out from behind him, the voice was monotonous, it sounded almost like a human.

"The strong wind in the canyon hindered its operation."

"Thank you, your suggestion is really helpful, Mr. Steklin."

Havor replied, but didn't even lift his eyelids.

"you are welcome."

The voice replied, obviously unaware of the irony in the middle-aged general's tone, and the tall and sturdy Colonel Boll, the commander of the 2nd regiment and Havor's deputy, snickered.

Sdkalin, the mechanic of the Citizen Temple, came from an unpredictable ancient organization, with a tall body that had undergone various enhancements.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see his original appearance, because they all like to use various tools to cover their form. There is no recognizable appearance under the low-hanging hood, only a red light with no emotion lies in the original one. Where the eyes are.

Behind his dark gray robe, two huge mechanical arms extended from his shoulders, like a pair of evil tail spines of a poisonous insect.

His equally strong native arms are clasped in front of his chest, which looks no less inferior to the mechanical arms on the shoulders. It is said that the Citizen Temple has extremely advanced biological and mechanical technologies, but they hold an extremely conservative attitude towards these technologies. If there is no absolute Necessary, they will not share it with anyone.

There are also two petite child-like cloak figures standing behind the mechanic, but no body can be seen under the figure's hood. They are floating on the surface like two ghosts, with emotionless red eyes staring at the commander precisely. Movements in the center.

"The troublesome thing..."

Hawo shook his head slightly, squinting his eyes and staring at the image screen again.

The shaking blurry picture shows that a wave is sweeping one hundred kilometers away. Although the image is difficult to identify, Havor has seen similar pictures many times, and he can almost see the whole process through his mind.

This is the army of Greenskins, and it is still the main force.

There are not only boundless infantry, but also all kinds of heavy armor, trucks and motorcycles, just like an angry swarm of insects leaving the nest.

These armored formations will form the first line of defense to protect the giant Maojin Gang when it starts to cross the earth.

Until yesterday, he didn't have much idea about the enemy he was going to face. He just made sure that the periphery of the position was not obstructed step by step, then let the soldiers build strong strongholds along the line of defense and dig shelters for heavy weapons.

Although it is not the first time he has dealt with Oak, but to be honest, such a large-scale Oak still puts a lot of pressure on him.

The position of the 133rd Garrison Division is located in the ruins of the ancient city of Tecula on the east side of the canyon. The terrain here is complex, including some mountains and hills. It is the key to shielding the entire canyon’s defense line, but it is not the first location for Ok to bear the brunt.

Originally, Yuhijin had arranged two regiments to defend this position, but Hawo was not only the commander of the 133th Division, but also the deputy commander of the Tyre Garrison. The ground snakes in Gramatia did not want to let them come from Aksu. Mu’s strong dragons dominate everything, so they insist that Hawo be stationed in this area.

After several games between the Tyre Garrison Command and the Black Legion, Yushkin agreed to the plan, and the garrison strength was increased to one division. At the same time, Havor also governed the 134th Garrison Division and the 6th and 6th Gramathians. The 7th and 8th militia groups, these troops are scattered between the ruins of the ancient city of Tecula and the valley.

For Yushkin, Haworth actually admired him, and he was willing to obey the command of the other party, but the opinions of colleagues in the Garrison Command had to be paid attention to. Since receiving the order, he has fallen into a very contradictory situation.

At least for now, the plan is proceeding smoothly, and Hawo glanced at the information updated every second on the data board to confirm this.

The surrounding positions have been established within the expected time, and the Rangers have also begun to detect areas outside the defense zone, searching for possible threats that cannot be observed from the air.

Suddenly, the image on the screen flickered again, and the image became clear amid the slight electromagnetic popping sound.

Ouke’s two-legged giant mechanical weight lifted up the dust, and Havor could almost imagine the roar from the ground when that giant foot descended, and the silver helmet gleaming in the sun on the other side made his soul blast. trembling.

He raised his hand in front of the whitish horoscope, frowning.

Just thinking of the enemies his soldiers will face next made him shiver in disgust.

These are not ordinary Oukes. These are the most dangerous and hateful enemies of mankind. The power derived from their genetic origin makes them large and extraordinary death machines, and their bodies can withstand injuries that are enough to kill weak mortals more than ten times.

Ouke’s overlord guards are superior to ordinary soldiers at all levels, stronger, tougher, and faster.

Coupled with armor that provides excellent protection and strength enhancement, and the best weapons made by cursed technicians, it has become the world's most powerful and dangerous combat force.

The Gramatians are about to face the cursed mob in this gorge that has turned to death. His men will face the monsters in steel armor, and their deadly attempts to attack will surely turn into a terrifying reality.

Havor has also fought with Ouke many times. The 133rd garrison division was stationed in the Biteville Mountains. That time Ouke’s offensive frenzy almost overwhelmed their entire division, and the loss rate after the war was as high as 75%!

If it weren’t for Yushikin’s Jedi comeback that allowed thousands of soldiers to survive the war, Havor might not have survived today, but the bureaucrats of the Tyre Garrison Command would never trust outsiders as much as they trusted their own men. .

Why do we still have to argue at this time?

Although he was expressionless, he was secretly angry.

Havor was not someone who would question the order, but he was still indignant when he was thrown into the mist.

However, none of these matters.

The enemy army is here, no matter where the viper rises up, the capital must be immediately beheaded. Havor only knows that this is their home, that's all.

The only thing that made him wary was that Salt Lake City was easily and quickly defeated, and the fighting force with 50,000 soldiers only lasted one day.

Haworth reminded himself that Ouke might have been assisted by traitors, and people's selfishness always made him do evil.

This is not only speculation, but it is actually supported by intelligence. The two people heard that Ye Blade arrested a lot of people in Tyre. No one knows how many of them were Ouke spies, but just thinking that someone would People are shocked enough to take refuge in those green-skinned monsters.

"General."

Colonel Ball suddenly spoke:

"After the second level is established, the third level will be well in the evening. General Yushikin will organize a plenary meeting at eight o'clock in the evening."

"Thank you, Colonel."

Havor nodded and turned to the representative of the Citizen Temple.

"Mr. Steklin, if it is convenient, you can order your people to deploy."

"Thank you, Brigadier General Havor."

The mechanic replied with a monotonous mechanical voice:

"Now I have to leave for a while and return to the command post to monitor the deployment process."

When he turned around, the robotic arm made a humming sound, his steps were slow and heavy, and he stepped on the iron fence floor of the division to make a loud noise. Obviously, his legs had also been strengthened.

Two little ghosts floated freely beside him, and only after a short pause did they follow their master out of the command post.

"By the way, before you leave, Mr. Steklin, there is a question."

As soon as Hawo opened his mouth, the figure that had come to the door slowly turned around.

"Please speak."

"I'm curious, is the history of mankind as you preached? What is your purpose here?

"We are all compatriots, Brigadier General Havor, and Ouke is the enemy of all mankind."

"You brought an army that I have never seen before. I mean... did they exist before historical records?"

"We are all compatriots, Brigadier General Havor, and Ouke is the enemy of all mankind."

"You didn't explain anything."

Haworth raised the volume:

"What I'm asking is—"

"We are all compatriots..."

The mechanic was interrupted by the brigadier just about to start.

"Enough! Thank you very much for your answer!"

"Thank you, Brigadier General Havor."

After the representatives of the Citizens Temple left, the brigadier general with an ugly expression yelled at swear words with colorful vocabulary.