Orc Tyrant

Boom~!

A heavy armor rushed out of the sea of ​​flames-the Benedictine Empire couldn't make a heavy tank, but they made as few as possible half-track armored vehicles that could carry a cannon with sufficient deterrence.

When the machine hit the wreckage of the tank that Viken had just killed, he twisted to the side.

The body hit the mecha with enough force to smash the armor.

Click!

In a metal scream, he fell, his perception filled with flashing warning lights.

Viken hit the ground and ploughed a trace. It took more than ten seconds before he stopped and started to get up.

At this time, the gun barrel on the roof of the half-track armored vehicle was turning faster and faster.

Viken quickly dragged a leg out from under his body. There was oil on the ground, leaking from his steel body, and black spots dripped on the dirty mud.

In his sight, the enemy's muzzle was blurred, the boys were spreading out on the slope, and their muzzles began to aim at the armored vehicle that launched a near suicide attack.

Finally, Viken stood up.

The red warning light colored his vision, his shield disappeared, and he felt the pistons bend and the gears to break, they were like broken bones and torn muscles.

But he still rushed up.

"Waaagh!"

The monotonous mechanical sound leaned out of the horn. He didn't remember what his voice was like, but it shouldn't be so boring.

The weapon of this armored car fired first, and bullets gushed out from the rotating barrel.

The side of the valley disappeared, rocks, dust, and shrapnel spread into a roaring cloud, and the shells spilled from the shell of the armored vehicle and rained on its body.

The Rocket Boys persisted for a while, they twisted and deformed under the blow of the bullets that bit into the body one after another, and fell to the ground one after another.

Viken began to run towards the armored car that was killing Rocket Boy. He didn't think about why the opponent didn't attack him first, because he turned off his sound sensor when the first shot was fired, but he could still hear the turn. The sound of the machine gun.

It shook the liquid-filled darkness in his coffin and penetrated into his head, like the roar of a steel dragon.

He raised his hands and fired. From the edge of his field of vision, he saw his two sneaky big gun boys moving, trying to run out of the firestorm that stirred the hillside.

They will not succeed, the roaring cannon is easily dismantling the unobstructed boys.

Seemingly aware of the approaching threat, the half-track armored vehicle turned backwards, the crawler screamed and shattered the rocks below, and the main gun also fully rotated and pointed at Viken.

He was about to fire--

boom!

The cannonball smashed into his chest.

The flame engulfed his vision, he staggered, and the charge stopped.

The impact of the cannonball passed through him, and blood seeped into the cold coffin that wrapped him.

Then more shells hit, and the sharp buzzing made his world seem to fall into another kind of silence.

A part of him, the part that was honed and grown for the war-perceives everything, and records it unmoved.

But in fact, the main gun of the half-track armored vehicle did not fire at him. If that was the case, he might have died. The fire was a parallel large-caliber heavy machine gun on the turret. Its ammunition was heavy, but it was not enough to destroy it. His armor.

But they were still able to knock him back and kneel to the ground, crush his sensors and make him blind.

They were not to kill him, their firepower was to suppress him until the main gun was able to fire, then smash him into pieces and plasma.

That moment is coming, and with every second he pauses, the inevitable reality is coming.

Viken started to get up, raising his fists, the armor of his forearms blocking the front, and the bullets made a muffled sound as they exploded on their surface.

His sensors were blurry, full of breakages and all kinds of wailing.

The shooting stopped later, and he took a step forward and his vision became clear.

The half-track armored vehicle stopped the barrel that was already burning red, and dragged the fire along the hillside toward him. They seemed to be planning to destroy him in a more direct way.

Viken took another step, the damaged engine wailing as he began to raise his weapon.

He used his will to release the rocket on his back, but nothing happened, only the blank feeling of sparks from the damaged connection.

Suddenly, a wedge-shaped Okerbike drilled out of the sea of ​​fire behind the half-track armor. The burn mark left a mark on its rough metal surface. Viken saw the rocket engine tail flame gleaming in the ashes-filled air.

"I'm here to **** him!"

The voice of a certain motorcycle boy called through the microphone, and at the same time, as if this sentence was an order, the speeding motorcycle launched all the weapons, including the rockets that had been prepared.

boom!

A cloud of black smoke exploded from the rear of the half-track armored vehicle-which happened to be its most vulnerable part.

The huge machine staggered, and its tracks turned for a moment before finally came to a standstill.

When the car body swayed to a halt, flames spread from its back, but it was not dead, not yet.

All its weapons are firing, slashing the ground around it, like a semi-blind warrior trying to repel the attacker. The pilot inside seems to have the same fervent fighting spirit as the Oukes, they will fight to death. .

Viken continued to run, unable to feel the damage to his body getting worse.

In the eyes of other kids, this action is stupid, it is not ideal, nor is it realistic.

But he no longer sees the world in these eyes.

He is the steel in his heart, and he can feel more than before, more than when he was alive.

He is a weapon, and weapons live only by killing.

Huh!

He collided head-on with a half-track armored vehicle, jumped onto the front leaning body, and lifted his iron fist.

A sudden shot hit the fort, and a cloud of molten metal splashed out.

The explosion also hurt him, his armor plate cracked and blistered, but Wikenwu didn't realize it, and his fist slammed into the injured body, grabbing the loose metal and firing his thermal weapon.

At that moment, he saw two people in the cab, or "people" were not appropriate. They were all burning, and the flames were licking every inch of their skin and hair, but they were still holding their weapons tightly. fighting.

Even at the moment the roof was lifted, they were still fighting the "enemy" around them.

In the blink of an eye, the world fell into a white silence...

The battle lasted from early morning to late night, and this day was an indescribable day for both sides in the war.

Mankind never expected that Ouke’s firepower could be so strong. Although they made a lot of arrangements and built a lot of fortifications and tunnels, they still lost more than 20,000 soldiers and 70% in the first wave of attacks. The first line of defense facilities-originally estimated that this figure would only reach 40%.

In the subsequent battles, the front-line troops were exhausted. They took advantage of the terrain and constantly attacked the advance of the Ork troops from the side or from the rear. Everyone was not thinking about how many euros could be defended, but how many euros they could hold. Gram pad back.

So that on the first day of the battle, Yushkin had to invest in two reserve teams, and one such force would be one less.

On Ouke's side, the situation was even more unexpected. Guk originally thought that the battle would end in one day, but he did miscalculate this time.

The terrain of the canyon cut all the troops into pieces. Human beings are even more cunning. They don’t fight frontally at all. They constantly drill out of those hidden holes like ant holes, and then they put cold guns and cannons, or just a dozen people. Be a decoy to attract the group of boys to the absolute valley, then detonate the mines inside, and drag all Ouke to the funeral.

What's more, human beings have also played with a large number of wizards, often engaging in tricks of "ghost hitting the wall" in the canyon, making the boys dizzy and even shooting themselves.

Guk has always believed that big shelling can solve all battles with the kid, but this terrain poses a problem for him. The big shelling is okay for the first time, but the more you get behind, the more useless, the shrimps one by one. They all turned into mice, drilling desperately into the hole.

Of course, the boys have chased into those holes.

But humans have thought of this a long time ago. They all made the holes very narrow and small, and it was convenient to walk by themselves, but it would be a bit difficult for the larger Ouke to get in.

After a hard day of fighting, not only the boys fought very hard, but the equipment losses were also very serious. Not to mention the armored vehicles, even the scrap iron war gang even lost more than half-when the boss Wiken was dragged back, only a third was left. One's torso.

Although Guk deliberately let them wear out in the battle, it is not at this speed. If you continue to do so, he will have no scrap iron available tomorrow!