Orc Tyrant

Chapter 855: Backhand (four)

At first, their plan was like a divine help. The soldiers quickly and fiercely broke through the enemy's outer cordon with the same satisfying suddenness as the swimming lesson given to Greenskin the other day.

When the off-road vehicle drove past the burnt-out wreckage of the wrecked green leather truck, the cheers from the regular army even overwhelmed the roar of the abnormally running engine, and almost masked everything around it.

"The commando is ready."

Jackson, who was observing the battle from a safe distance, gave orders with a communicator.

He has become accustomed to using binoculars to closely follow the battle, so despite the risk of being hit by a stray bullet, I still can't suppress my strong desire to personally obtain information that is not mentioned in the briefing.

"We rushed in!"

Soon, there was good news from an assault team. Although the defenders of Mount Mihir had retreated, they were not defeated. On the contrary, they could even be regarded as one of the best elites in the empire.

Every soldier is full of hatred for Greenskin, and has mastered combat skills.

"Received, move on."

Jackson switched frequencies and coordinated with other force commanders to launch a major attack on the defensive position.

Trucks loaded with mortars were parked on the side of the road, ready to strike at the target at a long distance, to divert their attention before other infantry units disperse them, and a small number of cavalry units were ready to attack from the flanks at any time and began to charge Enemies rushing to support on the nearby high ground

infantry.

Boom boom boom~~~!

After a while, with the red flare up, the main attack started.

The wall of the warehouse appeared vaguely in front of the assault team. After the attack was ordered, the soldiers who had already been approaching jumped up and broke through the outer fortifications in one fell swoop, shocking the belated Green Skin.

At the same time, Jackson noticed a thick smoke rising in the distance, and it seemed that the first round of attack was a complete success.

Just like all the facilities built by humans, the construction of this warehouse took full account of the local natural conditions.

The buildings here are not huts made of prefabricated materials. Surrounding the site in front is a wall made of locally quarried stone. The height is about two meters. This alone is enough to be daunting.

In addition, Green Leather piled up scraps and rubble to reinforce the already sturdy building. The walls were engraved with savage totems, which reminded Jackson of their battle flags and the strange symbols painted on their bodies.

If there is a greenskin researcher by their side, they may guess what they mean and save everyone from endless trouble.

The main door of the warehouse was nailed with a large piece of metal fragments, which was undoubtedly used to repair the damage caused by the green leather attacking here, but it could not stop the soldiers from advancing.

"Blast the door open."

Jackson crossed the commander and directly gave the gunners an order. The mortars immediately made a violent cracking sound. The fire light was like a pleasing firework. The heavy machine guns installed on the car also fired at a long distance. When the bullets knocked over the green-skinned body gathered behind the door,

Countless hot fragments splashed out.

"114 regiment, destroy the enemy by the wall!"

Jackson gave orders while observing the battlefield. The soldiers were very disciplined and respected and swept down the desperate desire to shoot at the enemy with their weapons.

However, despite the distance, some bullets hit the car and made a harsh sound. Jackson instinctively wanted to retract the body into the car, but they didn't have time to aim at the target, so they didn't pose too much threat.

Bang~!

With a thunderous roar, Jackson saw a soldier activate the flamethrower, shooting a blazing promethium flame across the eastern retaining wall from beginning to end.

Most of the castellations were apparently made temporarily of wood. They burned with the defenders hiding behind, and the soldiers quickly passed the outer wall and battled with the enemy.

Click!

There was a cracking sound from a distance. The soldiers blasted through the broken gate with grenade, and the remaining green skin quickly retreated to the warehouse.

Their desperate roars made Jackson feel very comfortable, and nothing made him more happy than hearing these beasts jumping.

The soldiers did not rush to enter, but began to suppress shooting, echoing the gunfire and flames around.

The wizards who accompanied the army obviously felt that although they were trapped in the car, they did not have to miss this good show, and they joined the flame celebration one after another.

But this is, Jackson noticed that the green skins in other strongholds did not do anything, as if they were just sitting and watching the destruction of the hundreds of them.

Obviously something is very wrong.

Even if they do not have any sympathy, they are rarely absent in the face of war.

Jackson, who became more and more disturbed, jumped on the roof of the car and looked around with a telescope with night vision function. As a result, he sucked in a piece of air-conditioning. Behind the warehouse, rows of roofs were built with the same gray rocks as the walls. On the roof of the building, the open space was packed with at least dozens of green-skinned vehicles, not to mention a large number of boys gearing up.

These greenskins are not idle war gangs! They are gathering together, under some kind of command!

"Damn it."

Jackson scolded, and finally realized what mistake he had made, immediately jumped down and picked up the communicator.

"Emergency retreat!! Retreat! Leave those green skins alone!"

But it was too late.

Ooooo~~~~~~~!

With the sound of heavy drums and horns floating in the dark night sky, Jackson's face suddenly became extremely pale.

He turned around slowly, even without night vision equipment, he could see clearly.

Flames are rising from the exit of the passage where they left.

"Hahaha!!! What a good road! A good road!"

Standing at the exit, looking down at the earth shrouded in darkness, the pale tyrant laughed wildly with the lights dotted on the earth like fireflies.

Behind him, on both sides, were Glak, who carried the Ripper in a miraculous and proud manner, and Shabal with a curious look on his face.

Teams of guards with bright helmets are walking out of the passage with heavy steps. On both sides of the infantry formation are dirty cars, tanks and troop trucks spewing heavy smoke, and huge artillery is being pulled by the war fortress. .

"Good job, you shrimp."

Guk suddenly returned to his senses, staring at the humble figure in the darkness like a torch.

Varus bent down, still wearing the uniform of an imperial engineer, and said cautiously:

"It is a great honor to serve your majesty."

"Okay! You are doing well! I will get a reward if you do it well! I heard that your shrimp has a rule called reward. I will block you once. After you take Tyre, you will be the owner of all the shrimps in Tyre. !"

"This……"

Varus' body froze for a moment, and then whispered:

"Thank your majesty."

"Hahaha!"

Guk laughed again, he was really happy now.

The road that was originally expected to take at least a week to walk is now finished in one day, and it has also bypassed the area where humans are heavily deployed. How can he not help being happy?

"Dia brother, this combo...you must have not expected it."

Looking at the human troop that was chaotic on the road below because of their sudden appearance, Guk showed a cunning and cruel smile.

Jackson couldn't even dream of it. From the moment he evacuated Mount Mihir, all his steps were already under Guk's plan.

A trap set by most tyrants who are still considered reckless and stupid.

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