Orc Tyrant

Looking up, from this position you can easily see where the enemy transporter exited the battlefield.

In front is a forty-meter chain fence that is overwhelmed, and a wide track with a plow on the muddy ground, rushing straight to the road, and the smoke of the exhaust is still hovering in the gentle breeze.

The motorcycle racing kid first arrived at the pit in the fence. At this time, Lame Luo was still a hundred meters away from the scene.

Heavy motorcycles kept passing by, continuing to fight the remaining enemies in the bunker. The unique sharp shot of the front machine gun interrupted the click of the rifle from time to time.

This is just a simple contact war. A small group of humans are guarding a barn. They are not regular troops but local militias, in order to save the food to the greatest extent.

But after Lime Luo broke through the fortress, he rushed all the way north at a very fast speed. These militiamen didn't even transport half of the food, so they were entangled by the forward's motorcycles.

Even more terrible, this batch of motorcycles was led by Lame Luo himself.

"in front of!"

Leaping over the broken fence, Lame Luo initially thought that the escaping transport vehicle was only going straight to the slope, but fifty meters later they encountered a rut track, which had just been stirred up, and its traces led to a spreading forest in the east.

When the follow-up troops reached the uneven road and kept up, the quasi-warlord and his waiter almost reached under the burning barn.

But Lame Luo didn't wait for them very much, and his eager mood drove him to speed up.

This eager mood not only spreads to his boys and manifests in the battle, but also manifests in the pleasure of flying across the sky under the sky.

Tyre is close at hand, and he can imagine what a glorious victory it will be. All the warlords will be overshadowed by his victory. Even Guk will look at him with admiration, and the boys will spread him madly. His deeds, worship him, the most capable boss...

It's a scene where you have to wake up from a dream

As for the Blood Axe Corps and Beruf who are still in the northwest, he has long been left behind like a motorcycle exhaust.

"Burn all these things, don't waste time robbing garbage."

Along the way, Lame Luo still didn't remind his subordinates that the boys were new to the world of colorful flowers, and it was easy to get confused and waste time picking up trash.

"When you get to Tyre, everyone is open to it!"

"I understand, boss!"

The bosses all answered, all Ok is very optimistic, Xiami is finished, completely vulnerable, and now they just need to rush where as fast as possible.

Pursuing them all the way, they reached the edge of the forest, and the rutted track slid down the hillside as it slowly bends into the woods.

Lime Luo could smell the oil and smoke from the riders of the drag racing boys, so strong that he knew that he was getting closer to them.

There was a long left turn on the road ahead, and he saw an opportunity to shrink more distance.

He leaned the locomotive to the left and jumped off the track into the dirt and weeds under the trees.

In the next second, he felt the tire slip instantly and started the engine to gain more grip, twisting the handlebar and driving past a thin tree.

"Boss, shall we not...?"

Lame Luo almost didn't hear the complaint of the motorcycle ass, he was fully absorbed, the line of sight between the trees in front of him changed rapidly, the black outline of the roadside in front of him flickered, and the whole structure was beeping because of shaking.

He guided the high-speed locomotive between two thick trees with smooth motions, jumping over tree roots and rocks.

Boom~!

He fell heavily on the ground, and when the grip of the tires touched the ground, he was almost thrown out of the car seat, causing him to be pulled across the rutted ground.

He looked up and saw that the drag racing boys were about 150 meters away. The human transporter dragged along the track with thick black smoke like fog, but the car itself was not in sight.

Going through the next turn at the fastest speed and leaning hard to enter the corner, Lame Luo almost lost control of the motorcycle.

Although he is not a professional drag racing kid, any Ok has a natural affinity for machinery, and what kind of weapon is in their hands a few times to be proficient.

The rotten leaves were blown to the ground by the wind, making them slippery.

He felt that the locomotive slipped out of his body, and the wheels bounced on the uneven ground.

Lame Luo plunged his foot into the soil, inserted his heel into the ground as a stabilizer he could pry, and the locomotive was pulled back under control.

His knee twitched from the new pain, but he kept going. Adjust it when the mount is walking in a straight line.

At this time, the transport vehicle was 300 meters ahead, and when the driver tried to maintain a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, it slowly moved from one side of the road to the other.

Lame Luo accelerated violently, making use of the new ruts left by the flat ground and the transport vehicle track as much as possible.

"Boss!"

As Lame Luo quickly shortened the distance to two hundred meters, a dense rain of bullets flashed by, and a muzzle fire on the roof of the wide transport vehicle warned him.

"From both sides!"

He told the drag racing boys when he avoided another series of bullets to the right.

Lame Luo also started to fight back with the front machine gun, but the bumpy track and the changing direction of the vehicle made this task beyond the capabilities of this weapon.

More than ten motorcycles that were chasing also opened fire at the same time, and bullets smashed into the back of the transport vehicle.

The metal plate at the rear gradually bends, but the vehicle does not slow down significantly.

Lame Luo was still approaching, but his speed was slowed down by the occasional bullet eruption when he dangled from side to side.

As the road began to turn, let Lame Luo see more of the side of the vehicle.

The reinforced armor plate was bolted to both sides, but the fuel tank was still exposed.

Lame Luo fired a bullet again, instantly hitting the shell of the fuel tank.

Boom~!

Thick black smoke suddenly poured out from the chassis of the transporter like a huge wave, engulfing the trees on both sides in the black smoke.

At this time, the road under their feet suddenly subsided, and Lame Luo felt an instant weightlessness when the motorcycle left the ground, the transporter also fell heavily, and more smoke spewed from the engine grille.

"by!"

Will avoid directly hitting the back of the transport vehicle, Lame Luo walked around to the left and pulled out the sword.

As he waved his weapon, he saw the road turn sharply, the serrated heavy knife smashed through the outer baffle, and the twisted metal broke off the chain.

Lame Luo, bathed in metal sparks, hit so hard that he almost threw himself off the handlebar.

The chains were still disengaging, the wheels rubbed against the ground, and the troop carrier could not complete the turn.

It plowed over the raised edge of the road, hit a tree, and rode up until the trunk broke under the weight.

Lame Luo saw the human behind the machine gun roll over in the hatch, and his spine was broken by the impact.

Pause the charge and get out of the car, with the knife in one hand and the other holding the pistol, and walk forward.

Suddenly, the front door was slammed open, staggering out of a figure.

A man in a gray uniform, with a rifle hanging from his left shoulder, and a torn hat.

Lame Luo immediately fired, and the bullet tore the opponent's head.

Then he heard the creak of another car door and looked up to see a figure appearing next to the machine gun.

"Ok?"

This is a young woman with a tall head, her muscles swelled slightly with excitement, her white hair cut short, her body is protected by a chain mail with overlapping black scales, and her fists are heavy metal gloves with spikes on the joints. Knee-length boots with metal straps and heavy buckles hanging to the side.