Orc Tyrant

"They are here!"

Someone screamed while firing.

Celtic turned to the place where the unusual crackling was emitted, just in time to see an unrecognized soldier falling in the thick smoke, and a nightmare-shaped object fell from the sky, like a bird swooping down to catch its prey. .

The top commander didn't recognize the soldier because his face had disappeared-being torn off by the sharp claws carried by those things.

"Hidden!! Avoid those with rockets on their backs!"

Celtic shouted immediately, but his warning was overwhelmed by the earth-shaking sound of a heavy cannon, so almost no one could hear it.

During the whole day of **** battle, he spent very little time in the command post, but spent more time with the soldiers on the front line. He has been pro-bossing to boost morale, which is why the line of defense has not been pierced. One reason.

But the war cannot be won by will alone.

"Damn it!"

He stepped aside, just avoiding a storm boy who was rushing in his direction. Something rubbed his face, hit a tent a few steps away, and caught fire.

Celtic drew out the sword subconsciously, squatted down and swung it over his head.

His luck was not bad, because my neck and coat were rewarded with a pile of dirty substances falling from the sky.

"Be careful, sir!"

Celtic turned around and saw the thing rushing towards him under the light of the fire.

It roared angrily, and the broken internal organs were dragged behind like a banner.

One of his guards knelt down, aiming at the thing with his gun leisurely, as if he was just in a shooting training ground.

Then the guard pulled the trigger, and the head of that thing suddenly split.

"Thanks!"

Celtic waved his hand, rolled up, and then took out the pistol in his left hand.

The guard opened his mouth and smiled, then turned to look for the next target.

Can't end yet!

Celtic thought, and then ran to the parking apron as quickly as possible.

Shooting continuously along the way, waving the buzzing sword in his hand with all imaginable movements, as to whether he hit anything, only the Father knows.

This is like a heroic character, constantly inspiring the soldiers around him.

The soldiers set up light machine guns and fired continuously, but the firepower intertwined in the sky was not intensive.

The Storm Boys were extremely fast and easily avoided most of the bullets.

Celtic saw that most of the soldiers were looking for cover, and those who were still in the open had no chance to move, because a large number of bullets and grenades poured down like a torrential rain.

So he turned his attention away, but suddenly tripped, and then saw something rushing towards him, and was about to give it a vicious shot with the **** of his rifle.

"It's me! Idiot!"

Celtic shouted, frantically using his arms to block the **** of the gun before the opponent smashed his head.

Even in the smell of Ouke's internal organs, the empire lieutenant can directly tell who he is.

One of his heads, he was squatting under a truck, and the steel plate above his head was protecting him in the storm of death.

"Sir!"

He seemed to relax a lot.

"What shall we do?"

"Start this thing,"

Celtic said loudly.

Anyone else might argue, but the captain's obedience to the officer allowed him to roll into the open field without hesitation.

After a while the engine started and Celtic took a deep breath, then another.

Speaking of the courage he didn't think he had at all, he put the pistol in the holster, grabbed his sword, and rolled to the open ground.

"Come here, sir."

The captain stretched out his dirty palm, but Celtic held it gratefully, and then jumped to the back of the truck.

"Drive!"

Celtic roared, and almost flew out as the truck accelerated.

There was a light machine gun on the roof of the truck. Celtic dropped the melee weapon and started on fire.

Although the effect is extremely weak, at least it looks good. Anyone who sees him will think that these additional firepower are the reason why he is standing in this car.

After a few seconds they crossed the edge of the position and the truck started to slow down.

"keep going!"

Celtic said, the captain looked a little confused, but continued to step on the accelerator.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"North, command post, the sooner the better."

Celtic is ready to return to his command post, because where he needs to mobilize his army, it is now chaotic. If he can't give orders in time, worse things will happen.

At this moment, he regretted why he had to go to the front so boldly, wanting to see the demise of those Ouke.

For this battle, the Tyre Defense Command drew almost all its mobile power, and any failure was unacceptable.

They had done so much preparation in advance, arranged so many traps and decoys, just to annihilate this main force of Ouke.

This was the only chance to turn the tide of the war. Oker foolishly divided his forces into two. As long as any one of them was eaten, the other could no longer pose a threat to Tyre.

Obviously, the seemingly weaker Ripper Legion is the best target.

And they are very, very close to this step.

Everything, just a little bit, just a little bit...

Just as Celtic felt that victory was going away from him, the truck shook violently.

"what happened?"

"They are firing at us, sir."

The commander's voice sounded as calm as usual when he gave a report. Celtic lay on the shield of the machine gun and looked outside, and then his entire stomach convulsed.

"Turn!"

He screamed, and then a rocket struck a dozen centimeters away from his face, and then hit the ground.

"Go back to the camp!"

Under the shining of the setting sun, the plain before them looked like a moving green ocean, undulating waves-but there was no water in the ocean, and only tangled muscles. Knives, guns and fangs replaced the waves. An island-like artillery position rolled away in a squeeze.

In the rear, there are field hospitals, logistics positions and field command posts shrouded in thick smoke.

If it weren't too scared to feel any other emotions at all, Celtic might cry in disappointment.

Those green skins were smarter than him. They walked around to destroy the command post and cut off the back to prevent the soldiers fighting on the front line from escaping.

When the truck was making a sharp turn, Celtic fell from the top like a coin, hitting a hard object in his head, which was very painful.

After a while, he blinked his dizzy eyes to return to normal, and then saw that the thing turned out to be the skull of a dead Oak. This was supposed to be Oak’s burial place, but he didn’t expect...

Boom~!

With a loud noise, the truck was shattered by rockets.

Suddenly, the Oke queue in front was neatly separated, and a giant Oke wearing a military coat and a military hat like Celtic appeared.

The empire lieutenant threw down the sword trembling, knelt down on his knees, faced Tyre, and drew the pistol from his waist.

"Your Majesty... Damn me!"

boom!

The gunfire sounded, and the highest commander of the human side of the Wengen River battle fell in a pool of blood.