Orc Tyrant

"Sir!"

Cleafon's faint voice interrupted Moroz's thoughts.

The scout stopped behind the team and put the sniper rifle on his shoulder.

"Squad, stop."

Moroz hissed:

"Stay vigilant and report your findings, Cliffon."

"I think I heard the sound of the engine, sir."

Moroz walked back and stopped beside the scout who was crouching there.

"Did you hear the engine sound, or did you not hear the engine sound?"

"I heard the engine sound."

There was a little more confidence in Cleveland's words.

"Behind Us"

"Distance? Scale?"

"I don't know, sir, I can see hot fog in that direction."

The scout pointed to a **** on the plain they had passed a few minutes ago.

As the scout continued to describe with a tight tone, Moroz removed his binoculars from his belt.

"I saw them, three vehicles, two transport vehicles, one armored fighting vehicle, no motorcycles or infantry... They are coming straight to us!"

Moroz could not see anything with his naked eyes, but through the sound he knew that the Oukes were driving without lights.

Did they come to hunt scouts on purpose?

He confirmed Kerrifon's report through a telescope: three Oker vehicles were chasing them, crowded with soldiers.

Moroz immediately looked around to find the best defensive position.

There are a few dwarf trees less than a hundred meters to his right, and a narrow creek cut diagonally from the north, 30 meters to his left.

These trees can help them avoid the possible course of the orcs and provide some coverage, but the thin, twisted trunks and branches can hardly provide any physical protection.

The creek is at least one meter deep and a row of bushes along the bank, but it passes directly through the route directly in front of the Oukes.

Moroz took a final glance with his binoculars and confirmed that there were no other green-skinned troops around him. If the scouts were found, they would face three vehicles and their militant cargo.

Putting away the telescope, he made a decision.

"Go to the river bed, four meters apart, the sniper goes to the front and back!"

They rushed to the side of the creek while remaining concealed, where it was about three meters wide and the water in the riverbed barely passed their boots.

Moroz guided the team a little upstream, where the water flow rounded a boulder and extended a short distance southward, almost perpendicular to the direction of Ouke's advancement.

"We can't let the enemy move between us and Desaixsburg."

Moroz said to his scouts:

"We will wait for the enemy to pass by, and then attract them from the rear. If the militias in Dessex are paying attention, they can even see the battle and provide assistance."

The scouts nodded, their eyes widened with adrenaline.

They entered their respective positions, concealed their weapons with overgrown weeds and bushes, and huddled on the waist-high mudflat.

Peeping through the leaves of the plants, Moroz watched the green skins, his rifle quietly crammed in front of his body.

The enemy was advancing at a normal speed three hundred meters away. This was not a reckless charge against Desaixsburg. This was a deliberate move forward.

The Oukes' display of such cautious thoughts made the Ranger non-commissioned officers feel very uneasy.

Ok, who doesn't think about it, is dangerous enough.

When the vehicle approached, Moroz could feel the ground trembling.

The heaviest one is a half-track tank with a cab on the right. A long-barreled cannon is erected on the open-top turret on the left, and there is a rickety gantry behind it, on which two straps are used to secure itself. Gun with green leather.

In the carriage behind them, more than a dozen orc infantrymen crouched behind the metal partition, staring around, holding firearms.

Thick exhaust gas billowed from the other side, leaving a trail along the path of the truck.

The other two vehicles were only half the size of the previous one, with four wheels bumping forward on the dirt and weeds.

He could see the driver of each car sitting hunched over in the wide compartment. Next to them, there was a shooter standing behind the vehicle’s weapon. The ammunition belt was dragged behind the roof of the car. There are more green skins squatting together, their heads wearing helmets turning around, searching for the enemy's tracks non-stop.

When they approached, they could even hear the green skins talking and loud singing in the engine noise.

Let's go~ Let's go~ Let's go everywhere~

Where is this~ I don't know~ Let's talk again when we arrive~

The armored fighting vehicle crossed the riverbed at a distance of about 50 meters upstream, passing through the gap without stopping at all, while the truck progressed a little harder.

Accompanied by thicker black smoke, one of the drivers increased the engine output to try to jump through the gap.

The results were mixed: the truck rushed into the river and hit the opposite bank, the tires tore the dirt and vegetation, and half of the orcs were thrown out from behind.

They shouted one after another, seeming to curse the driver, while the guy in charge of the steering wheel in the front of the car laughed sarcastically, seemingly happy about it.

The second truck approached more carefully, its belly immersed in the water and made a sharp metal tearing sound.

It stopped there, and smoke came out of the exhaust vent.

Moroz guessed that the axle was broken.

Then there was an argument with yelling, punches and kicks, and finally the Okers decided to abandon the vehicle and move forward, leaving only two guys to deal with the broken down car.

When the last batch of Ouke was crawling towards the other side, Moroz gave the order to fire.

"hit!"

The roar of the grenade sounded on the bare backs of the Oukes, exploding the whole piece of flesh and blood, shattering the spine and tearing the limbs.

Moroz directed his fire towards the abandoned truck, creating a series of explosions on its side until something was ignited on it.

The flame burst for a while, and the exploded fireball rose tens of meters into the air, and the fuel tank was detonated.

The fragments of the armor and the chassis penetrated nearby Ouke like blades, and soon the stream was filled with thick blood.

But it was also difficult for him to see what happened on the armored tank: it was blocked behind the explosion and the smoke from the vehicle exhaust.

Another truck turned its direction and drove straight to the scouts. The wheels slipped on the grass, and the shooter above poured a lot of bullets toward the shore.

Da Da Da~!

Tesdie screamed and fell quickly into the water, his right cheek and eyes disappeared.

He looked around desperately with the other eye, one hand leaped on the water while the other hand still held his gun tightly.

Moroz drove the scout's painful moan from his head and aimed his weapon at the fast approaching truck.

Heavy bullets roared over the head of the Ranger sergeant and hit the mud nearby. Moroz saw the driver inside through the cracked windshield in front of the truck.

He quickly fired two shots, the first shot through the glass and bounced off the Oke driver's chest, and the second shot entered the rear crew compartment through the gap.

Despite being shot in the chest, the guy still protected his head and tried to control the vehicle.

Boom~!

Suddenly, Moroz heard a muffled noise.

Less than a second later, a shell exploded on the bank of the river behind the team, splashing mud and water on the bodies of the scouts.

He realized that Testi had stopped making any noises, but his eyes did not move away from the truck. More firepower was sprayed from the machine gun on the vehicle, causing Kudin to yell and dodge backwards.

"be careful!"

The veteran shouted, shaking his hand abruptly, and the next moment a lot of blood gushed out from where the wrist was originally.

"Pay attention to concealment!"

Moroz snapped, and at the same time hit the shooter on the truck with another string of shots.

The Ouke immediately fell from the weapon, and there were three or four more bullet holes in his head.