Orc Tyrant

The air is dry and cold, slightly salty.

The sky is purple and the stars are shining in the sky.

In the far south, the fiery red sun is rising, and in the west, where Dunwich is located, it has been illuminated by fire since midnight.

That is the masterpiece of the bomber day and night.

It is early morning, and the bunkers in the basin are standing like tombstones in the mausoleum.

Chenguang has gilded these simple rectangular buildings made of stone with a gold edge. In some places, these buildings have been completely blown down, and smoke is still rising from the wreckage.

In the Dunwich-Scarson defense zone of the New California Republic, the Lins Basin is an extremely important link. Its main body is a group of bunkers nearly ten kilometers long with a large number of hidden traffic trenches and minefields.

In the original plan, once the frontier fell, the defenders along the Skassen River would be pushed to the second-line defensive positions step by step, and the Lins Basin fortress group was part of the second-line defensive positions, originally it should be able to accommodate three to four. The strength of each division.

But because the front line collapsed so quickly, before these second-line fortifications could be used, Ouke had already rushed under his nose.

During this period, soldiers retreated to the vicinity of the bunker, only to find that the blast door of the bunker was tightly closed, and the key to open the door was not found everywhere.

The war on the ground is over, and the air is filled with a dry, static electric charge, as if there is a huge electromagnetic machine running nearby.

The main defensive force consists of two divisions, of which they are all units withdrawn from the front line, but have suffered heavy losses. After a simple rest, the Dunwich headquarters ordered them to defend the area.

Along with them, there was also a group of war witches who arrived at the front line to support from the rear.

These war witches are uniformly dressed in blood-red uniforms. They are not divided into various genres like wizards in other regions, but they learn a variety of practical battlefield skills in a unified manner.

For example, when they are fighting, they will activate the shield composed of fragments, and the light that will dim the brilliance of their ritual uniforms and absorb the smoke, making them look like a storm split with their hands. The clouds are wrapped in the same.

The shield can deflect most of the bullets and shrapnel fired from outside a certain range, and the effect is so good that it makes people a headache.

And this shield can also be expanded to a certain range to protect other soldiers fighting around.

Occasionally, when a bullet shoots through the shield, whether it is a direct hit or through the connection points between the various parts of the shield, the soldiers inside the shield will burst.

But this kind of explosion will be confined and squeezed into the shield, just like a fruit in a bottle is blown to pieces by a firecracker.

The sound of the explosion was dull and dull, as if it was a hit on a blinded bass drum.

The situation made Barr feel a little angry.

The shrimps hiding in the underground bunker really withstood the attack of a legion. They held the line of defense in front of the Bloodfang legion and persisted all night.

However, they are humans, mere mortals.

Those magic shrimps-certainly not the best he has ever seen, did play a big role, enabling the shrimp soldiers to cause trouble to the Jiaya Las.

Human soldiers, no matter how good they are, should not be able to withstand the ferocious Ouke soldiers.

Barr just wanted to overwhelm them and crush them to powder.

He wanted to call for a rocket bombardment, a long-range artillery bombardment, and even summon a super-heavy armored unit from nearby, basking in the rising sun like a prehistoric giant crocodile, and only waiting for his command to enter the battlefield. .

However, any of these actions will extend the fighting time

Bal Zhijin still had a choice, but he really wanted to prove that he didn't need to do that.

Less than twenty minutes after the airdrop landed, the raid on the mausoleum had become a suffocating battle. The sons of Horus and their auxiliary forces have lost momentum, their offensive has stalled, and their advantages have been offset by the counterattacks of well-sighted and well-equipped professional soldiers.

"It's going to dawn."

Bar Zijin looked up at the sky above the battlefield. The sky was still full of the dark blue of the night, but the pale edges were expanding.

Suddenly, his communicator rang, and Ranu's voice came from his shoulder armor.

"Boss, I found the entrance."

"How old is it?"

"It's huge, I probably have hidden a lot, and those magic shrimp..."

"Rush up to melee, those idiots will be collapsed at the touch of a touch."

It's not that Bal Zijin doesn't know how to deal with those magic shrimps. Perhaps their shields are tough, but they are by no means an opponent of Oak's brute force.

Now he only needs to find the entrance to the underground bunker of Ouke, the ground fortifications have been destroyed, and they only have a few rat dens connected by hidden traffic trenches.

Now he wants to drive them all out.

"Use a knife!"

Bar Zhijin yelled, locked his pistol buckle on his belt, and then drew out his knife-double-sided edged, power-driven, made of stainless steel, with patterns etched along the blood trough, and his battle shield also It has been hung on the left arm. This is not an ordinary shield. A small shield generator is installed on it.

He did not wait to see that his orders were executed.

As soon as he rushed out of the bunker, bullets continued to fire on the front of his shield and his leg armor, but the warlord's pace seemed unimpeded.

He took two big steps violently, leaping to where Ranu was, with rapid steps, his weight lowered, and his sword pointed upward.

At the entrance of the gloomy passage, he saw the soldiers, hiding behind the shield, hiding between the bunkers made up of collapsed rock walls, and shooting at him continuously.

He could see their faces, pale and frightened.

Even the farts know that if an Occan warlord appears in front of you, you will be in big trouble.

The mere sight of them will make most creatures creepy.

No humanoid creature can be so fast, so cruel, so powerful, especially when the thing is more than three meters high and wearing armor that can only be lifted by four ordinary humans.

It's one thing to hear that an Ouke warlord is one thing, but it's another thing to face an active one.

Psychologists call this emotion fear.

It can leave a person at a loss, sit on the ground, blank his brain, and cause him to lose control of his bladder and intestines.

Something huge and militant will stop this symptom—something that is huge and militant, and that is as fast as a viper attacking.

In the New California Republic, when designing the bunker, in order to allow vehicles to enter and exit, the passages and entrances are relatively large, which has also become a fatal mistake.

"Heh, it's here!"

Bal Jijin saw the astonishment on the faces of the dried shrimps who were about to be sacked by him.

He heard the Black Flag Jiaya Las following him, and he felt the joy of being Ouke.

Attacking here with guns is time-consuming and laborious. Those shields are effective enough to reduce the firepower of guns and can withstand sword attacks——

But it is not, and will never be, a weapon wielded by Oak's arm.

"kill!!!"

Bal Jijin rushed straight into the bunker entrance, kicked away the bunker where the soldiers were hiding, and then swept the war knife.

The shield shattered.

In the sound like glass breaking, the shield became torn apart.

The sharp fragments of the shield will fly into the air within a microsecond after each heavy blow, and then evaporate without a trace.

First is the shield, then the body in the shield, first the rifle that arrives, and then the flesh and blood of the human being.

Blood spurted from the wound, or sprayed to the wall, or sprayed on Bal Zijin.

Every time he swings the knife, it will cause a visceral explosion, and a cloud of scarlet smoke will be sprayed into the air, as if a pack of blood has been blown out.

No matter how they persisted, they had lost any possibility of resistance, and there were only less than eight hundred remaining soldiers who retreated to the underground bunker.

Less than five minutes after Baer Zhijin took the lead in the charge, the defenders in the bunker were slaughtered.

But unexpectedly, they found another layer of space under the bunker.

The magic shrimps in red uniforms gathered inside, and they all slit their throats.

It was a weird space, full of bones and blood, which made Baal Zhijin feel sick, so he ordered the place to be completely destroyed, and then after reporting to Guk, he ran all the way to the west.