Orc Tyrant

"Be precise!"

Hasimte said, turning around and quickly ran back to the main hall, where was his temporary command post.

"What do you see?"

"A large number of enemy troops are approaching... One kilometer away, slowly move towards here!"

The voice on the walkie-talkie was full of fear.

"We don't have night vision goggles. It's hard to see the specific number of each other."

At this time, Alessis leaned against Hashimte. The missionary had already taken out his pistol. His expression seemed a little uneasy. Hashimte didn't expect this guy to have much combat effectiveness.

Although Alessis is a priest of the Blood God, he more often likes to bully the weak. It is not his true color to face strong enemies, which is why he has always been at the bottom of the church.

"One company approached me, two, three, four, and five companies, and went to the gate to support eighth company, sixth company and seventh company, and went to guard at the back door of the school."

During the redeployment, Hashimte did not forget to move all the main heavy machine guns to the front. They are sharp weapons against the Ouke’s sea-like offensive. They are a very important key factor for quickly suppressing the enemy. Some field guns and mortars were placed on the commanding heights of the school.

"Eight Company, continue to report the situation."

"I don't see it very clearly, sir, but there are a lot of them and they are very big!"

"Calm down, don't be nervous!"

Hashimte's tone trembles with enthusiasm.

"The other party is not the unbelievers or heretics, brothers."

There is excitement in every word of him.

"Oke is here this time!"

If Hashimte hates something most strongly, it must be Ouke.

Those dirty and foul-smelling creatures can only drool and have no order at all, but they have destroyed everything Hashimte had believed in, as well as his homeland and relatives.

Another important reason why he only devoted himself to blood worship was that in the New California Republic, he did not see the hope of defeating Oak.

Conventional power alone cannot destroy these green beasts, and can only rely on "miracles."

Now Hashimte had witnessed the miracle, not far behind them, the huge vortex.

There is nothing more pleasing to him than seeing Ouke's destruction. Even if his soul will fall into endless darkness, many soldiers will avenge their blood and hatred and devote themselves to blood worship.

"Don't move without my order."

After giving a simple order, Hashimt came to the second floor of the dilapidated teaching building and used only one night vision device in the brigade to detect outside behind the glassless window frame.

In an instant, he knew what mistake the company commander of the Eighth Company had made.

The many beasts that come close are very powerful and they are all wearing armor, but they are not as neatly forward as well-trained soldiers. They are loose, noisy and slow-moving teams.

This time, Ok, who was approaching, was more like a predator, with laughter wandering between them, pushing and roaring at the same time, and the sound sounded harsh and rough.

Because of the complex environment of the battlefield, even with night vision goggles, it is difficult for Hasimut to see their movements through the steam and various ruins, but there is no doubt that they are heading straight towards their station.

"Sir-there are quite a few of them."

Alexis came to the same conclusion, his voice was tense.

Hashimte ignored him, but used night vision to see the eighth company's sniper aiming at the front leader Ok.

"Eight Lian, don't open fire yet."

At that moment, he thought that the soldiers of the Eighth Company would disobey his orders, because the tension of the soldiers on the battlefield would often lead to uncontrollable attacks.

But contrary to the prediction, the sniper really stopped.

At this time, the breathing of all the company commanders in the walkie-talkie was accelerating.

The soldiers are ready in the bunker, bundles of grenades are at hand, and the heavy machine gun has adjusted its shooting parameters, ready to fire at any time.

Outside, Oak came closer, and it was obvious that a fight broke out in their team, surrounded by beasts cheering and laughing.

They do not intend to hide their tracks.

Under his military cap, Hasimte pursed his lips. He is not afraid of these beasts, no matter how many they are.

Alexis was chanting prayers on the walkie-talkie, and the soldiers joined him. These voices sounded very angry.

"Everyone, wait..."

Hasimte said to the walkie-talkie, again.

Ok is closer,

Approaching the best range of the heavy machine gun, also

Walk within the range of the progressive gun, and finally walk into the throwing range of the grenade.

At every moment from now on, Oak may see the soldiers behind the bunker, as well as their blood-red uniforms and flashing melee weapons.

"Soldiers, calm down and listen to my orders."

Hasimt took a deep breath.

"...Fire!"

In the next second, the sound of guns and guns played the song of destruction.

Oak has no idea what is firing at them, in the blink of an eye

Whether it is a mob or a soldier, they all turn into splashes of blood and broken flesh and blood.

The heavy machine gun roared, the ruined walls were torn into pieces, and the broken glass shone like shrapnel.

Alessis' voice burst into the walkie-talkie, and the volume became louder and louder.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull Offering Skull Seat!!"

The slogan and the roar of the weapon are closely connected, and the voices of the soldiers join his ranks. This voice becomes a resonance like a flash flood.

Hasimte smiled, his face tight and violent under the military cap, he knew very well that he heard every boiling in his blood——

This is what he pursues, what he longs for, and what he loves, and the burning flame under the brass throne is in his heart.

The power of the blood **** is all around him, on his face, on his saber, and in his heart.

He came here to cast his anger on the mob who dared to be disrespectful to the blood god, and it made him feel good.

In the leather bag on his back, the heavy shackles clinked, as if begging for a chance to be released, but the time has not yet arrived...

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ! !

Even though Ouke has various shortcomings, they only have no possibility of easily flinching. They have no interest in human anger, nor do they have any reason.

As a human being, in such an ambush, he may lie on the ground to cover and shoot, but these beasts do not.

They roared in anger, brandishing crude weapons in their hands, and directly charged at the enemy.

"Artillery! Cover and shoot! Hit the middle!"

Hasimte has been observing the battlefield, he can see the biggest Ok, right in the center of the team where Ok is charging.

Greenskin’s command structure is very simple. The bigger the one, the more weight he says. If the leader can be removed, the rest will be easier to eradicate.

Alessis’ roar still surrounds him, and then his voice joins it again, and he feels the roar stimulating his nerves like wildfire.

The second wave of Ouke rushed forward in anger, they roared, they were urgent, and seemed to have no end.

The group of beasts is very close to the gate now, and Hashimte can clearly see them: bursting fangs and green skin, rusty weapons and steel and ceramic steel picked from the battlefield.

Patchwork armor.

One of them wore a tattered army coat with the brand of the blood god, with the unique symbol of the commander of the holy blood army on it.

Hasimte roared, he was familiar with that thing, and this was it himself.

The ruthless artillery fire soon fell into the Ouke’s queue,

But their loss didn't stop them, the Oukes continued to charge, picked up the dying and trampled weapons, and continued to move forward.

This ruin has become a mess of blood, smoke and noise.

But Ouke still stepped forward, yelling while drooling, and trampled the ruins that had fallen along the way to pieces.

"There are too many of them!"

The cry of the eighth company commander broke the enthusiasm in the walkie-talkie, and Hashimte felt that his company was shaking.

But Ouke didn't care about this, they escaped from the entanglement of the flame, and rushed up the door step indifferently.

The lead Ouke took a few steps back in the crimson blood mist, avoiding being the first target to be set on fire.

The Ouke came up one after another, like a corrupt green tide, and like a huge beast, disorderly and without fear at all, howling and roaring like animals.

Hasimte immediately judged that the Eighth Company could not stop them.

The eighth company commander was very scared. He screamed and prayed for the salvation of the blood god, over and over again...

Suddenly, the attack ended.