Orc Tyrant

Ivanov hurriedly retracted his head behind the wall.

"Damn it!"

"They can't take care of all of us, sir!"

A blue-eyed soldier moved behind Ivanov in a low posture. His name was Vadukin, who worked as a waiter in the choir before joining the army.

It's hard to tell now: his face is covered with hideous scars, and he is almost completely indifferent to the scene of purity and perfection in the cathedral.

But the young man's eyes were still clear and bright.

"I mean, sir, if we go together."

Wadukin continued:

"I think most people can rush in."

That kind of battle damage is terrible.

Ivanov frowned and thought, but does he have a choice?

Others agreed with Wadukin's proposal, and Aluno was among them.

"I counted a total of five streets leading to the buildings over there. If we charge from different directions at the same time, we can at least win fighters for ourselves. Just now you said, sir, time waits for no one."

"Sounds—"

Ivanov's words were interrupted by the sound of kicking the door, and then there was a strong Ouke dialect shouting for orders.

He carefully peeped out from the corner--

A group of green skins came out from the main entrance, about seven or eight, each taking their place around the building.

As always, Occitan with a strong accent is difficult to fully understand, but it is not confusing, and the tone of the green-skinned head sounds very anxious.

"He is not sure."

He suddenly told Aluno.

"Sir?"

Ivanov turned to him.

"I can hear the shredded green skin that it is very nervous. They didn't expect to be attacked here. These **** thought they had taken control of the whole area, and they thought it would be foolproof to cover with heavy weapons, listen. We are facing the trash fish with green skin instead of

What do you think of the blood axe soldier approaching, Aluno? Do you want to make a bet? "

"Well, sir."

Aluno smiled and shook his head.

"If I bet on drinking, I will count, but if I don't have to deal with the infantry and the machine gun at the same time, I can still raise the bet, otherwise we will definitely be abused."

After thinking for a moment, Ivanov nodded in agreement, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:

"We can send two squads around to the east to pretend to attack. If they think they need manpower to the east, it should not be difficult to lead them away from the main entrance. Then there will only be machine guns. Once we reach their blind spot, we can dismiss them. I came back from there."

"Sounds like an idea, sir."

Ivanov's gaze stayed for a while on the bodies of the fallen soldiers. They were all lying in the dark red blood puddles, the steam in the wounds was gone, and the bodies were becoming stiff.

He knew he would lose more before the power station was held firmly in his hands.

"Yelian!"

The head of the group who was as irritable as Ouke's boss turned his head and said loudly:

"Gorenov! Move your **** over!"

The two squad leaders crawled over and tried not to expose their bodies too much outside the safe area.

Among them, Yelian was a little older and a small body, but his marksmanship was terrifying.

Gorenov on the other side is a brown eye, a wide face, and an excellent troublemaker.

This makes them the best candidates to execute the plan.

"Take your people, go to the other side of the target and hide them well. Go through the back alley and don't be targeted by the machine gun! I want you to let these green skins go to **** once you are in place. You don't have to hit any specific targets. I just need you to draw the green leather on both sides of the main entrance away from this end, you must let

They believe that there has been a concentrated attack on the east side. This should not be difficult to do. Once they arrive there, you can attack them at will. Is it clear? "

"A feint, sir!"

Yelian nodded.

"Count me, sir."

Gorenov grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Very well, what are you waiting for? Go!"

The two squad leaders left and brought their respective squads to the other side of the power station. Ivanov continued to say to the others:

"The rest of you know what we are going to do. It will be dangerous to rush through the open area, spread along the line to find cover, and prepare to run like your mother rushing you! The signal to strike is the burst of my pistol. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone responded in unison.

"Go ahead."

Ivanov nodded, and the people watching him spread out.

So far, everything is going well.

With the two roundabout squads in place, Ok's fire began to shift, and the gunfire repeated on the far side of the power station, and was violently returned by a heavy machine gun that turned to the east.

As Ivanov expected, the green-skinned head became irritable.

The rumble of explosions were added to the chorus of rifles and machine guns, and the circuitous soldiers were using their hand-carried grenades to attract the attention of the defenders, which seemed to be effective.

As the explosion sounded, Greenskin became convinced that the attacker had detoured back to the east and launched a full-scale attack there.

After leaving three or four boys, the leader hurriedly left with the remaining troops.

"Are you ready?"

Ivanov looked at Aluno, who shook the grenade in his hand and smiled:

"Okay, sir, the first person to the door has a bottle of red wine, right?"

"Yes."

Ivanov raised his pistol.

"When we return to Sval, I will treat you."

"I look forward to the sir."

Both of them knew that this was a promise that would never be fulfilled.

Along the whole street, Ivanov’s soldiers crouched behind the bunker, waiting for the signal to attack.

"charge!"

With a burst of Ivanov’s pistol, a brass shell was gently ejected. Soldiers in black uniforms swarmed out of the shelter, rushing in a serpentine route, desperately trying to avoid the enemy. Rays.

The Ouke who was left on the opposite side suddenly became flustered, and blindly shot forward.

Ivanov also began to sprint with all his strength, too late to look around his situation.

He could see flashes from the muzzle from every dark aperture on the high wall of the power station.

"Run to death for me!!"

He shouted to his people, using all the power available on his legs to get the fastest speed.

His muscles became hot, and the cold wind poured into his lungs, making them feel like they were burning.

Bullets of various calibers fell around him like a blizzard, but they didn't hit anything, there was no pain, and there was no strong impact...

"Uh!"

Then someone on Ivanov's left yelled, but he didn't even turn his head to look, he would definitely die when he stopped.

"Keep on running! Rush up!"

He yelled, and from his side he saw many soldiers advancing, rushing to the safe area under the wall with all his strength.

At this time, another unexpected machine gun appeared. It sprayed a torrent of torrents on the left side of the crowd 20 meters above, letting the rain of bullets stir the ground.

Some are embedded under the white stone slab, and some bit into the living flesh.

Ivanov continued to run, flipping through the obstacles he encountered, screaming from his right side, and someone screaming behind him.

"No! 20 meters left! 4, 3—"