Orc Tyrant

"Ahead, turning back here, they either have a trap or heard our movement."

Soros squatted on a blood-soaked wall and checked his pistol. This dangerous thing could have been avoided. But when he was called a "Gladiator" at the Naval Academy, he was never a man who could bear the enemy in himself. People moving under the nose.

"The gunner."

Without a word, the sailor who was as strong as a cannonball raised a heavy large-caliber shotgun and aimed it at the depths of the corridor.

"Shall we win with firepower?"

The second officer asked in a low voice, while wandering in the silent cabin with vigilant eyes.

"Do not."

The captain listened to the fast approaching footsteps, flicked the pistol trigger, and then drew the sailor's knife from its sheath.

This classical era cold weapon is still reserved in the naval equipment of the New California Republic, but it is more often used as an ceremonial weapon rather than a combat weapon. However, some adventurous captains still practice ancient era traditions. Deck martial arts that flowed down.

"Charge immediately after one round of firing."

When the pull of the bolt began to sound, Soros felt his teeth itching and his tongue and gums tingling.

Their enemies are terrible non-human monsters, scattered at the junction of the cabins, hiding in the front corridor and the junction of the large cabins. Although the light is dim, he can still see the terrifying outline of the opponent.

Then he noticed a pair of blood-red eyes staring at himself in the shadow.

"Fire!"

The teams on both sides began to shoot each other violently at almost the same time. Large pieces of metal fragments splashed around in the fire and rain, and smoke filled the room.

"There are about four of them!"

The voice of a sailor came, his position was in a thick smoke screen at a corner.

"One moved behind the wall on the left."

"The gunner!"

Soros said again.

Then the man took off an oval grenade, bit the tab on it, and let it be thrown in the direction indicated.

"Pay attention to concealment!"

The energy of the explosion whizzed through the promenade with harsh ears, and the sun-like light pierced the bulkheads of a residential area, and cleanly blew up an Ouke hiding behind the wall.

"Kill one! There are three more."

"Until other Oaks come."

Soros responded, and then shot the last two bullets from the pistol into the shadows and aroused a manic roar.

"Shoot again, then charge."

Time does not allow them to play peek-a-boo with Ok in the cabin. The attack continues. He must immediately regain control of the entire ship. Now it seems that they are mainly concentrated in the vicinity of the engine room and boiler room without destroying them. The entire ship will be seriously threatened.

The shotgun roared in the hands of the gunner, bursting with wild light, and an enemy who tried to approach turned into a riddled corpse.

Ouke’s huge size turned out to be a defect in such a small space.

With only the last bullet left, Soros rushed forward.

In less than three minutes, they almost ran into another enemy squad head-on. Another group of sailors also encountered Ok in a training room at the far end. The two sides immediately fell into a fight, the sailors hiding in the corner. Seeing reinforcements and others ran out one after another, humans began

Overwhelm the sneaking Ouke with a number advantage.

But Soros encountered some trouble. He bent down in the corner, the enemy's guns barked frantically, and there was no cohesion at all.

Among the seven sailors and officers who followed him, three fell in the newly added automatic firepower.

The other four sailors turned to this sudden attack and turned their firepower toward the new threat, their faces twisted in the flashing firelight, and they let out a low growl like a roar.

After waiting for a while, Soros got enough time at the foot of the wall to fire a shot, hitting the only remaining bullet into the face of the enemy leader wearing a helmet, and knocking him back.

But it did not die.

"These **** are so tenacious."

The gunner hung down the shotgun and quickly loaded the bullets. At this time, a rain of bullets swept away from the pipe, and immediately enough to melt the skin, the hot steam spurted out, pushing everyone back again and again.

"We must end here immediately."

Soros heard the sound, and inserted the empty pistol back into the holster, and clenched the ancestral sailor's knife.

"Who will go with me?"

The gunner jumped out of the steam, his whole body flushed red, but he didn't say a word, and once again raised the shotgun, the rest of the people leaned against the corner of the wall under the cover of fire.

Bang Bang~!

The gun jumped up in his hand, and a series of metal storms exploded in the violent concussion, sweeping through one of the few remaining Oukes like a torrent, splitting his head, shoulders and chest. This model The large-caliber shotgun is famous for its huge recoil and terrifying power,

But there are very few good soldiers.

There are 2 left.

"Already suppressed."

After the gunner finished speaking, he lowered the hot muzzle, and his arm muscles trembled slightly. This was one of the side effects of the huge recoil.

"Flush!"

Soros took the lead, leading the others to charge forward unanimously, the sailor's knife screamed, and the pistol beat continuously from a deadly distance.

He was the first person to achieve a close-range kill. In a flexible jump, he cut the knife into the opponent's leg, and then inserted the tip of the knife into the opponent's forehead when the enemy fell.

But his second officer was not so lucky. He was cut by a bullet during the sprint. Although he was still alive, and tried to drag himself across the floor, he was just a legless body.

The others quickly led him to the rear.

"Quick battle!"

Soros warned them, then sideways to avoid a burst.

The gunner’s weapon rang again, and the dense bullets shattered the helmet of an Ouke who was swinging left and right with a machete, almost blasting the opponent’s head, and the fragments hit the ground and bulkhead like countless coins falling to the ground. . .

The rest of Ouke tried to retreat, but their way was blocked, and two grenades that detonated at the same time ended up with them.

Soros walked through the cabin and walked through the ruined equipment to the sailor who was rescued by them. Only one soldier was still alive. He was squatting beside the body of his comrade in a daze.

"Soldier, how are you."

Soros greeted him, but the other party did not respond.

Later, the sailor sucked air in between his teeth, and then picked up a pistol from the lifeless fingers of a comrade.

"Yes, sir."

He stood up and nodded.

"Your support is timely, we almost can't hold on."

"Back to the post, the battle is not over yet."

After speaking, Soros brandished a sailor's knife, chopped off the head of Ok's corpse under his feet, and separated the helmet.

"Hang it on the antenna and tell everyone our determination."

"Yes."

The sailor took a long look at him, then turned and left. The sound of artillery outside the cabin was still roaring, and the hull was shaking slightly.

Soros inspected the engine room and boiler room and found that there was no major damage. There were only nine Ok's corpses in the count. He estimated that there were at least 20. He did not expect these creatures to be bolder than he expected. It's much larger, and even attempted to use this amount to occupy this huge ship.

He didn't know whether to praise their courage or laugh at their ignorance.

On the other hand, at least fifty sailors were sacrificed in this invasion, and they are increasing over time.

After confirming that there are no more Oukes on the ship, Soros returned to his command post. At this time, the port area was already in chaos. Many ships were moving hurriedly, even colliding with other ships around him, explosions and shelling one after another. .

But Soros has found his goal.

"The No. 1 and No. 2 main guns, adjust the direction, target Sunburst!!"