Orc Tyrant

"stand up!"

Yadewu, the company commander of the 11th Infantry Company, roared into the tent

"Get up now!"

"Go away, or I will kill you."

A certain soldier rolled over in his sleeping bag and told his captain this way.

Yadeu kicked the soldier in the ass, which was a large target that was very easy to target.

"Get up! Otherwise I will kill you first! Pig!"

The soldier immediately stood up, rubbed the back of his assault, and blinked under the dim light in the tent.

His head was muddy, numbly distinguishing what was the real memory fragment and what was the dream just now.

"what's happenin?"

The soldiers also got up one after another, and it was still early in the morning, and the sun had not fully risen.

Yadeu stared at them, the captain's eyes were a little disturbed, that kind of gaze was never needed for such a tall, muscular guy.

"Wake up! The enemy is coming!"

The soldiers rushed to the entrance of the tent and jumped and jumped and tried to put on their boots while running.

Everyone can already hear that voice clearly.

That kind of shock.

At a certain distance, the battle sounds like a special sound.

The vibration of the ground, the roar of the engine, the roar of weapons, the muffled sound of explosions, and the shouts of people all intertwined into an ominous whisper, just like the savage growl of a monster that is gradually awakening on the opposite side of a hill.

It always indicates the days when the lucky ones on the battlefield can save their lives, or the moments that those who survive will never forget.

Outside the tent, the sky was dim, the camp was in chaos, and the soldiers hurriedly prepared for battle.

Yadeu raised his head and looked at the sky. The slowly rotating clouds were stained with a weird red color, as if running water soaked in blood.

To the east, there seemed to be a slowly creeping huge sandstorm covering the front line, and even the dark fortifications were swallowed.

The officers squeezed out of the surging crowd, shouting orders and demanding that communication be established.

Next to the camp of the 11th company, an assault engineer company was pouring out of the tent and barracks, carrying the same turmoil.

Farther away, it is a doomsday harbinger.

Under the cover of sand and dust, the intermittent explosive flashes look like someone shaking a sand-proof mask in front of the signal light, and the blasts are frequent like firecrackers.

Everyone can hear the roar of heavy weapons, and the low noise of the artillery after awakening from the position.

There are drums, real war drums, wild and rushing drumbeats.

A few seconds later, the machine gun began to fire shining tracer bullets from the bunkers in the southeast into the sand and dust on the east, adding their screams to the messy whispers.

There was also a roar from the artillery position in the rear, and the heavy tremor made the tip of the tent shake.

Yadeu climbed to the height of the trench, raised his binoculars and looked at it. First, he saw what movements the edge of the sandstorm was approaching, and then distinguished a figure and figure.

"Damn..."

After a few seconds, he said softly.

He had participated in a catastrophic thunderstorm battle, and he had also confronted Oak's front. At that time, he was just an ordinary soldier.

But he has never forgotten the roar of ten thousand throats, the roar is like the whisper of the **** of war.

He has never forgotten that sight.

Now, he was forced to remember all that.

A large group of Ouke emerged from the tumbling clouds, and charged infantry and rampant horsemen swept the fortifications like a swarm of locusts, and descended on the front line of the sole division like a landslide.

The heavy-armored boss led the offensive, their flying axe and long sword shining in the dim light, followed by the tide of infantry.

Under the shade of sand and dust, their green skin looked black, like countless locusts surging.

Yadeu saw a pair of flying flags painted with crossed **** fangs, a battle flag made of leather waving like fragile green metal, and a totem pole surging further away depicting flames, storms, and ok The smiling faces of people are said to be their primitive gods.

They are unorganized and have no military discipline.

The cavalry and a large group of infantry charged together. He saw sporadic rioters screaming on motorcycles. Primitive rockets driven by unstable compounds burst out of the herd like fireworks and exploded in the front camp.

The roar was no longer a whisper, it became a roar.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Yadeu jumped from the top of the trench and landed next to his men.

Which troop was stationed in the east before, it has been swallowed by the storm, and Yadeu knew very well that as the storm hit, they only had five minutes before Ok's offensive came to him.

"Enter the position! Enter the position!"

He shouted to the soldiers.

"One row, on the right! The mortars are behind! Send the order! Send it out!"

The soldiers turned like a precision machine, leaping into the trenches one after another. The gunners barked their teeth and tried to move their heavy weapons, ammunition boxes and tripods to new positions, with mortar barrels on their shoulders. Of soldiers ran past them.

"Heavy machine gun! Here! Listen to my order to fire!"

Yadeu shouted at the soldier who had come to the machine gun position, and the communicator appeared beside him, squeezing a communicator into the officer's hand.

"Battalion commander! I am Yadeu! I am Yadeu!"

Bronze shouted.

"Position 88 and east, a large-scale invasion! A large number of enemy troops have arrived! It is the Bloodfang Legion! It is the Bloodfang Legion! We are preparing to fight! Request reinforcements!"

"Already understood."

The other end of the communicator answered like this.

"Stay on the spot, I am transferring troops to your position."

"Roger that!"

Yadeu responded succinctly. He threw the communicator to the correspondent.

"Stand up the flag!"

After speaking, the company commander looked back at the doomsday that was about to swallow them.

He realized that what he was afraid of was not the huge numbers of howling enemy troops, but the huge shadow that loomed behind the gunpowder and dust.

It is like a high mountain range.

"Report of the invasion of position 88 and Edom!"

"A large number of enemy troops!"

"The enemy at post 18! We—"

"There is no return on positions 89 and 90!"

"A report from the fourth company post!"

"Position 91 reported casualties, and—"

"Say it again! Repeat!"

"Without your signal, position 90--"

"Position 93 reports an encounter with the enemy!"

The small town’s command center room was full of people shouting and dancing.

A group of high-ranking officers rushed into the command post, seeking battle information, pushing and pushing to take a look at the map that occupied the huge map table in the center of the room.

Some of them were disheveled and had sleepy eyes, while others were tying the buttons on their clothes and robes.

Around the room, the heads of the tactics and logistics departments ran around like headless flies, their voices mingled with the queries from the crowd.

"be quiet!"