Orc Tyrant

The next thing that stood in the way of the Ouk army was Nuwara, a small town famous for its dairy products.

But thanks to the resistance and destruction of many human gatherings before, the residents of Nuwara had enough time to evacuate from their hopeless homes. When Oak’s forward rushed into the quiet old city, they only found emptiness. Streets and milky factories.

The first time Guk gave an order to restrain the boys' destructive behavior, it was not out of any more humane considerations, but simply needed a place for temporary rest.

Despite this, one-third of the city is still caught in a sea of ​​flames, and the precious cows are slaughtered at will by the boys and become gluttonous delicacies on the grill, and some are packed and taken away by the banshee merchants who are accompanying them.

On the road of destruction that Ouke has plowed, businessmen with a keen sense of smell can still smell a strong smell of money, but very few people can get a piece of the pie.

The trading attitude of Gein Oaks is always-when the other party is not as strong as their own, looting is always the first option.

Guk entered the city relatively late. He asked the boys to clear a place in the spacious city hall. There will be his temporary meeting place. All the warlords and big bosses have been summoned. They will accept one. Brand new commands.

At the same time, Morana, the highest commander of the Harpy, was also invited to participate in the meeting. This was also the first time she participated in the discussion between Ouke.

With only a few entourages, Morana hurriedly rushed from the unsettling barracks to the city hall. She knew that Ouke was notoriously impatient, and it would be a disaster to let them wait. Still the waited.

Once upon a time, there were many exquisite statues from artists in this hall, as well as huge easels, porcelain vases and sofas for waiting people. Although they have disappeared without a trace at this time, the hall has not changed. It's more open.

Now it has become the temporary headquarters of the King of Ouk, piled with souvenirs he collected while killing in various towns.

When Morana came into the hall, the first thing she saw was Prince Evre, who was nodding to herself, and Liya, the daughter of the sky with an indifferent face. They all stopped by Guk's body. Morana could Feeling the faint surprise in the heart of the entourage around her, but she herself pressed the doubt to the bottom of her heart.

She had never seen any hall like this, with the skeleton of a giant snake nailed to the high wall, with a mouth large enough to swallow an Ouke.

Going around the three long horns on the forehead, you can see the clusters of fangs between the upper and lower jaws. Even the shortest tooth is as long as a sword, and the longest is long enough to be as long as a shoulder spear. The curved long teeth have sharp edges. Sawtooth, they can keep the hunter from bleeding and prevent the fangs from getting stuck in the victim's body.

What kind of opponent would need this monster to use bloodletting tactics instead of swallowing it, she couldn't imagine.

Several teeth on the outside of Shekou were broken, and the rough section had marks left by force field weapons.

"I ran into it at the beach."

Guk noticed Morana's gaze and explained it rarely.

"It lurks in the water."

"Where are those broken teeth?"

She asked, still staring at the behemoth skeleton intently.

"I was interrupted with a fist. This guy was thinking about taking my meal."

More Ouke began to pour in, and they passed through the messy walkway without stopping for a while in front of any objects.

The placement of these debris seems to be disorderly. The carrion corpses are hooked on iron chains. The number is hard to count. The skulls are hung on the wall or piled up in piles, no matter how good or bad, there are a lot of yellow and orange. Orange bullets almost overflowed the box, and hundreds of grenades were randomly piled aside.

Machine parts and weapons were thrown everywhere on the floor, and old armors that were recovered were also thrown on the ground at will. The marks on the armor were varied, and the silver horned helmets were very conspicuous.

The property obtained from hundreds of plunders was either placed on a marble table or discarded in the dust waiting to be forgotten.

In Morana’s view, a meeting between legion commanders is sufficient to demonstrate the leaders’ efforts to organize disorder into order. They should discuss supply lines, resources, formations, number of soldiers, combat objectives, and combat responsibilities. Wait for the question.

In short, in Morana’s eyes, no matter what race it is, if you want to command a large army, its leader must work and think like a combat team, not like the leaders of a group of different gangs. That way, in this era when both tactical principles and military logistics principles are very clear, this is the commonality of all corps.

Just like every time she holds a combat meeting, every commander can speak and contribute in her own field, and as the host of the meeting, she will remain silent accordingly.

She understands the value of letting the sub-commanders exercise their authority. The officers are driven not only to perform in front of the highest commander in order to win her unusual praise, but more importantly to win in terms of record and role. Pass other commanders to win the favor of superiors and gain promotion.

"Boss!"

All the participants are here, they stand in a loose circle, keep a distance from each other even though they gather, and follow an informal set of order.

The first place is Mogdrogen, the second place is Buck Tooth, the third is Bar Zyjin, Naz is fourth, Green Tooth is fifth, until the nineteenth Ok, and finally Morana— -Although she didn't say a word about it.

"The legions are separated inside, and we will encircle the city. If there is Xiami trying to stop us, we will bring them down. If anything else is against us, we will destroy them."

Guk set the tone for the meeting, and the Oukes all laughed and responded by hitting their own armor.

A leader who is both savage and full of wisdom, this is Morana’s first impression of Guk. He seems to get rid of some disorder in Ouke’s thinking, which is something she appreciates quite a bit. .

But just when she thought it would be a military meeting she was familiar with to discuss the details of the operation, reality slapped her hard.

After an hour of discussion, argument, countless punches and kicks, and saliva splashing on the table, they all agreed to a strategy.

"Come on!!!"

Morana could hardly believe her ears and eyes.

They didn't have any discussion on the military level at all. They were simply arguing that the legion was better able to fight, that the war gang cut down more heads, the boss was shot at by humans, and some shameful heads-up records.

They have never considered the issue of planning and execution. The so-called "organization" seems to them to be enough for the leader to charge at the forefront with soldiers.

Primitive and stupid tactics, Morana feels sad for the people conquered by them. They seem to be trampling on the military theory and philosophy accumulated in the civilized world for thousands of years. They just rely on superhuman power to act recklessly, not at all. Think about how to make things better, more perfect, and more valuable.

If such a race conquered the world, what would it be like?

Morana did not dare to imagine.

The so-called doomsday is probably the case.

On the other hand, for the leader of Guk, although he was stingy in praise in this meeting, there is one thing that cannot be questioned-those leaders who can suppress the internal conflicts of their own gangs, whether by charisma, killing, or challenge, As well as those who can be reliable and trustworthy in battle, and will not abandon their combat plans because of blood-derived greed or the desire to kill, they are the most often rewarded without exception.

When deciding on every assault, they will be assigned to a position full of honor, and Morana also tends to rely on them to ensure victory. In a sense, they are the backbone of the Ork Army.

He is also cautiously trying to change the style of the Oak Group's operations. This is the only good message Morana has received in this meeting.

However, just as the Oukes were enthusiastically "discussing", a shadow quietly touched the dome of the hall, a pair of dim and shiny eyes, looking at everything below.

In the next moment, deep hatred and hatred suddenly broke out!