Orc Tyrant

"Man! You are finally here! These dried shrimps..."

A smoky and embarrassed limp Luo took his dozen bodyguards to find Beruf's location.

At this time the battlefield has gradually settled down.

Most of the humans died in battle, and even the cavalry, even when they could escape, still repeatedly attacked Ouk’s line, trying to win a living for their comrades in arms.

However, the disciplined blood axe army did not give them too many opportunities. Their relentless encirclement and shooting wiped out most of the enemies. The horses that lost their masters ran around everywhere, and were then overtaken by the jumpers.

Although there are still some humans who have successfully broken through, it doesn't matter anymore. They have lost their organization and establishment, as well as most of their heavy weapons.

And after those weapons fall into Ouke's hands, they will soon turn into machines to slaughter them.

But when Lame Luo found Beruf, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

The guards of Beruf were digging a hole on the ground, beside some human corpses, the lieutenant general was wrapped in it.

"... buddy, what are you doing?"

The blood axe warlord stood on the edge of the big pit, carrying his hands on his back.

After hearing Lame Luo's voice, he raised his eyes and glanced at the other person, but said nothing.

"You... uh!"

With this unabashedly contemptuous attitude, Lame Luo must fight his life and death with the other party to give up on weekdays, but today he has to swallow this breath.

So his face looked no better than the mud on the ground.

"Okay! Sir!"

At this time, the digging guard put down his shovel and saluted Beruf, who then nodded slightly.

Then the other guards threw the human corpses into the pit one by one, and then buried them in mud again.

"It is said that--"

Beruf glanced at the command sword in his hand and threw it into the pit.

"The shrimps will do this after they die, they have to be buried in soil."

"Why are you bothering with this? Just feed Diao Diao!"

Lame Luo hummed a bit angrily, but the other party did indeed sneer in disdain.

"Why? Because they played well, I admire them, at least better than some idiot who was almost beaten to death by someone!"

"you--"

The blue veins on Lame Luo's forehead swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. He took a step forward and said with a heavy breath:

"Say who!?"

"Heh, who else? Whoever is blocked by the river and slaughtered, I will say who."

"Don't think I'm afraid--"

Lame Luo dared to raise the knife in his hand, and suddenly there was a sound of pulling the bolt around, and hundreds of big guns were aimed at him with the black hole of the muzzle.

"What's the matter? Can't do humans on the battlefield? Still want to play sideways in front of me?"

Beruf snorted to the ground, then walked to Lame Luo, tilted his head and looked down at the guy who was shorter than himself.

Snapped!

Suddenly, the warlord raised his hand with a palm. Before all the boys could react, he slapped the big boss of 100,000 soldiers to the ground. His strength was so powerful that he could even see a few **** ones. The teeth flew into the air.

"Wow……"

The moment Lame Luo fell to the ground, he instinctively wanted to pull out his pistol, but a big foot covered with iron boots stepped heavily on his chest, stepping back all his resistance.

"You idiot who almost broke something big!"

Beruf cursed, and continued to use his feet, as if he was about to step into the mud.

"Who gave you the courage to bring so many miscellaneous soldiers to fight Tyre? Who gave you the courage? Do you have the strength to grab power? Just like you, you want to be a warlord?"

The lame boys watched the boss be beaten, neither did they do it, nor did they do it, they could only stand on the side with their heads pulled up like a butt.

"Tell you! If it weren't for the sake of looking at these boys! Even if you were swallowed alive by dried shrimps, I wouldn't come to save you! Understood!?"

With a sip on Lame Luo's face, Beilu retracted his foot, then straightened his coat, and said indifferently:

"Listen, you and your kid will follow my instructions honestly."

Lie Luo, who was relieved in the literal sense, just got up from the ground. After hearing Beruf's words, he immediately retreated to his side, raised the knife in his hand and aimed at the blood axe warlord, and said sharply:

"I'm not your kid! My kid is not your kid! Don't want to annex me! If you have something, you can do it with me!"

Beruf didn't speak, but stared at him indifferently.

The surrounding warlord guards with guns and live ammunition approached step by step with a grinning smile. The large guns in their hands were enough to wipe Lame Luo and his boys from the ground within two seconds.

"I'm not interested in an idiot like you."

Until Lame Luo had begun to regret his words a little, Beruf smiled and turned and left.

"I will kill you if you don’t behave, but it’s not necessary. After this battle, you continue to toss your wasteful war gang. I am not interested in asking you that rubbish, but during this time you have to listen to me. This is not a discussion. It’s an order."

Seeing that the warlord had no murderous intent, the guards could only regretfully put away their guns and followed the warlord to leave.

Relieved, Lame Luo glanced left and right at the boy who came with him, and found that their eyes were a little dodge, he hesitated for a moment, and shouted to Beruf's back:

"Your request, I...I will consider it! As long as you don't go too far!"

In the direction of Tyre, it was not until the first group of soldiers entered the city that night that Tyre’s garrison headquarters learned of the disastrous defeat of the imperial army at the Battle of Wengenhe.

The garrison headquarters at that time had already prepared a celebration banquet, and as long as it waited for a good news from the front line, it would immediately announce this important news.

No one would have expected the ending to be so tragic.

When deploying this operation, although many people have put forward cautious opinions, most generals believe that the chances of winning are great.

The Oukes stupidly divided themselves into two. If they pushed forward in a group, then in the face of an army of more than 200,000, Tyre could only wait to die.

But once they separated, it gave the empire a great opportunity to break through.

For this battle, Tyre almost drew off all the field troops, including the First Black Legion and the Old World Volunteers who had retired from the front line for a short period of rest, as well as several armored regiments, as well as most of the cavalry and rangers. It is the last strength of the whole Tyre.

If this battle is not victorious, then Tyre is like an undefended city.

Although the deployment of the battle was very hasty, it was recognized by the highest level of the empire, and even Yushkin felt that this was a very possible plan.

Until the morning of this day, the battle was extremely smooth.

By noon, when the frontline heard that Ok's main force had been surrounded, the Tyre Garrison Command was shrouded in an atmosphere of optimism.

Even the battle plan for the elimination of the Blood Axe Legion has been put on the table, although everyone knows that the strength of the Blood Axe Legion is far from that of this miscellaneous brand.

But at least the huge pressure facing Tyre will be relieved, and the front lines will not be shaken.

However, something that everyone could not understand appeared.

The Blood Axe Legion actually appeared on the battlefield! And also attacked the front of the imperial army from the rear.

Where is Modersburg?

This is the first question that all generals have after receiving the news of the defeat.

The dispatched scouts quickly returned news.

Modersburg is in ruins!

The Fortress of Modera with fifty thousand defenders was silently wiped out, and Tyre's garrison headquarters was silent like a tomb at that moment.

Until late at night, there were still many citizens waiting for news of the victory on the front line, because the propaganda department of Tyre had already started planning celebrations, and the residents were eagerly waiting for a long-lost victory.

However, what was waiting was a strict curfew, as well as the wounded soldiers who appeared on the streets in embarrassment and the defeated soldiers who looked numb.

Of the nearly 200,000 troops before the start of the battle, only 30,000 were left to gather in Tyre.

So what's next?

A huge problem arose before the Tyre Garrison Command and the top of the Benedict Empire.

How can a city with only militias remaining defended against the blood axe legion with upright soldiers?