Orc Tyrant

Six hours after leaving the camp in the early morning, Captain Moroz and his team had crossed the western mud and walked to a hill and a half.

Apart from the routinely confirmed communication, he did not make any further communication with the other Ranger team, so when the silent noise in the communication channel sounded, it was a pleasant surprise for him.

"The Greyfinch, this is a white dove."

Due to the emergence of the Citizen Temple, the technological level of the entire human world has exploded. The radio communication equipment that was very rare in the past is no longer a new thing.

However, wireless communication has the risk of being cracked and monitored, and in general, scouts will not use it.

However, according to the survey, the Oukes understand very little human language, and the Rangers do not have too much worries about this aspect. The radio communication equipment is in normal use, but some code words are used.

"Pay attention to the southeast direction of your current location. What do you see on the ridge?"

Moroz picked up his telescope and looked along the mountain from left to right.

He didn't see anything at first, but he knew that the other party would not contact him if he was not sure if there was anything, so he glanced again.

Later he stopped and adjusted the focus. In the direction he was directed, a black smoke rose behind the hillside. Although it was quickly blown away by the ridge's strong wind, it did exist.

"Dove, here is the greyfinch. It looks like exhaust gas. Is this what you see?"

"Confirm, brother, this direction seems to correspond to the location of a certain hydroelectric power station."

"Power station? What do the greenskins want to do?"

"I won't comment on this issue, buddy, but this is a solid evidence of the existence of a greenskin force. We should retreat and report this matter."

"It might just be a burning building that was set on fire during the march of the greenskins. We can't be sure about anything yet. It's only a few kilometers away."

"Is there any point in debating this, Moroz?"

"No, Yad, let's go over and take a look."

There was a loud noise in the communication channel due to the other party's sigh.

"Well, let's lead the way and follow up to the ridge."

"Confirm and set off right away."

Soon, the scouts quickly passed through the uneven ground in a scattered formation, and their weapons were always ready to engage.

Moroz glanced in the direction of the mysterious smoke from time to time to confirm its location.

After they had advanced a little more than a kilometer, he suddenly stopped the team.

The scattered smoke is a bit strange. He used his binoculars to look at the floating smoke clouds again, and it looked darker and heavier.

The direction of the wind does not seem to change, so a thicker smoke means one of two things.

Either the source emission is stronger, or the source is getting closer...

Moroz swept across the ridge with his binoculars, looking for the team of white pigeons.

Finally, he found it in the third attempt. They were slowly climbing up a small rocky hill, about half a kilometer from the top of the mountain-said it was a mountain, but in fact it was just a bigger hill.

Similarly, they are also nearly two kilometers away from the Gray Sparrows.

Moroz urgently activated the communication channel while still keeping his eyes on the telescope.

"Withdraw, Baige!"

But before the other party responded, there was a frustrating delay in radio communication, that is, during this time, the team of white pigeons disappeared behind the rock.

"Grayfinch, this is a white dove, the radio has just appeared disorder, please repeat your last contact."

Moroz took a deep breath and realized that the members of his team were watching him closely.

"White Pigeon, here is the Greyfinch. Those clouds and fog are likely to be engine exhaust. I personally believe that it is a large-scale green-skinned unit, including armored units, moving towards us across the ridge.

"Uh... what do you estimate the size of the enemy?"

"Not sure, the wind is blowing away the smoke, but based on the density and width of the smoke screen, I think there are at least a few vehicles that are very close to each other."

"Sir!"

The call came from the squad sniper. He was using his sniper rifle to observe the surroundings at a commanding height to the east of the squad.

"Look at the enemy!"

"Leave your current position, Baige!"

Moroz hissed immediately, and at the same time turned the binoculars to the direction reported by the sniper, suddenly sweating.

"The enemy is approaching from your north!"

It was too late and then soon, a few dozen green-skin infantry had already reached the ridge.

Boom~!

Suddenly, Moroz's attention was turned to the right by a sudden explosion, and a plume of smoke and flames rose from the hills where the white dove team marched.

"Ambushed by the enemy!"

The roar came from the communication channel, gunshots rang on the hillside, and soon the explosion of grenade and the sound of warheads also joined in.

"They were waiting at the top of the hill with mines and grenades, and three people were killed!"

Boom~!

Soon, another explosion shook the ridge.

Moroz turned his attention back to the greenskins who were climbing up the hill. There are now at least fifty, some of which are equipped with heavy equipment.

These beasts continued to advance along the ridge, like yellow-green stains scattered on it.

"Gray Sparrow, we are retreating to your position!"

"No! Yad, Greenskin hasn't noticed us yet, don't pay attention to our position! We will retreat without being noticed, and make peace two kilometers west of our current position."

"Confirm, two kilometers to the west."

"The team listens to the order!"

After turning off the communicator, Moroz turned to the others, calm and determined.

"You immediately retreat to the west in a straight line and join the team of white pigeons at two kilometers."

"What are you going to do, sir?"

A soldier asked, he was still a recruit, this was his second mission, and he seemed a little nervous.

"I will continue to observe the enemy, and I will rejoin you later, act now!"

The Captain of the Ranger never looked away from the telescope. When he heard the scouts moving across the rocky ground, he adjusted his vision back to the thick black smoke.

They appear thicker and clearer. Those vehicles have almost reached the ridgeline, and he only needs to wait another minute or two to know the strength of the Ouke.

At this time, the front green-skin infantry was now less than half a kilometer away from him.

Moroz spread out his camouflage cloak around his shoulders, covered his hood, let the cloak cover his arms and then sat behind a rock, holding a binoculars in one hand and a rifle in the other.

Later, he confirmed the progress of a download tool.

Later, he confirmed the progress of a download tool.

Three motorcycles rushed down the ridge, and heavy smoke came out of their twin exhaust vents.

Immediately after them, behind them were two crude flatbed transportation vehicles composed of wheels and iron sheets, both of which were loaded with noisy green leather. Behind them there was more dense smoke, coming from other vehicles out of sight. .

At this time, the green-skinned infantry was only 400 meters away from him.