Orc Tyrant

Gunshots echoed nearby, and Ok's bullets swished past.

Yushkin roared in the cold air and slashed left and right with the officer's sword, cutting through the brightly colored spherical body that jumped towards him in groups.

The sandy ground soaked with thick blood turns this place into a pool of mud. Whenever he cuts a big jump like a fruit, there are three other big mouths with yellow jagged fangs. Pounced at him.

The Ouke spores in the scattered corpses exuded a carrion-like pungent smell, which had begun to overwhelm the human corpse odor.

"Close! Close all!"

Soldiers who have long been accustomed to close combat put bayonets on their barrels, and then rushed through the strange group of enemies with their cold rifles.

These vicious little monsters are tall and waist-height. While they leap at the target with short and powerful bounces, they use vague noises to stimulate the human senses. There are too many of them.

Yushkin, a company commander, and a soldier named Penseno stood back to back, forming a formation to avoid exposing their side to the ferocious herd.

Sergeant Joseph in the second platoon was not far from Yushikin's left. He was leading his men to open a path with grenade.

"Everyone go on!"

He shouted:

"We are going to eliminate them, move forward!"

He was right, Yushikin realized that although Skug was still attacking forcefully, the density of the spherical body became smaller, and as time passed, more and more of the ground was being soaked with blood.

A red fungus sphere with a face that seems to have jumped out of a child’s nightmare jumped in front of Yushkin, opened its cave-like mouth, eager to use the razor-sharp teeth on his face. Chin.

It's close at hand, but Yushijin has dealt with many more deadly and cunning opponents. He tightly grasped the upright and whistling blade of the hilt with both hands, and slashed straight to the orange body, and the two symmetrical remnants collided. He convulsed on the ground, and the foul-smelling blood splashed on the messy military uniform.

But before he could curse, he felt a fiery pain in his leg.

"It's a bitch!"

He cried out in pain, and a company commander turned to face him, and slammed his bayonet into a sticky pink ball that was biting on the commander's calf.

"What a bitch!"

Yushkin growled.

Even though he had died, the monster's teeth still clenched tightly. He had no time to break its mouth from the painful calf, and more jumping monsters were rushing towards them.

Suddenly, beside a collapsed and burning house, Private Rakov screamed in extreme pain, almost deafening him.

Yushkin and a company commander turned their heads at the same time and looked at the howling soldier who was responsible for covering their side.

"Help me! Who will come!"

Rakov's face was hidden by a fat red body, and blood poured out of the soldier's head as the beast's teeth chewed meat into the bone.

The blinded Rakov was unable to protect himself in the hop around his body. The herd began to bite the unprotected parts. A bright green hop brought his mouth close to Rakov’s left hand. It tore off.

"what!!!"

The soldier's terrible stumped arm gave a steaming river of blood as he tried to stagger to his feet, but he was still desperately beating the swarming beasts.

Yushkin did the only thing he could do for this man. He pulled out the pistol from the holster and fired a precise shot at the jumping jump that climbed onto the soldier’s face. The bullet passed through the jump’s swelling body and ended immediately. The pain of this soldier.

Under his command, the soldiers quickly killed all the other monsters that had bitten the dead.

"Keep moving!"

Sergeant Joseph shouted from the front.

"The monster was basically beaten up, but Oke is still nearby."

"Seltsin is dead!"

Shouted a soldier at the end of the line.

"And Wanner!"

Another person followed.

From the corner of his eye, Yuhijin noticed that Penseno was staring at him, so he turned to speak to him.

"What do you want from me? Kaimon is a kind of kindness. Can you save him from that pain?"

Penseno shook his head quietly. He is only eighteen years old, and it is difficult to accept this reality, but war will make people grow, Yushikin believes that he will become another one when he comes over this night.

Although it is still impossible to judge whether this is good or bad, it can make people better understand how to survive on the battlefield.

"We have to move closer to the station now."

During the march, Yushikin called all the remaining officers and held a brief battlefield meeting. There is no doubt that the city wall has been lost, but they are not deserters. At least they have held on for a long time. Continue to insist on the situation that the side wall sections are lost, the firepower provided by the gunboat is far from suppressing Ouke's desire to attack.

As for the navy? Maybe when they arrive, they can bombard the already occupied fortress, but now Yushikin doesn't count on them.

The entire line of defense fell so fast that it was unacceptable. The steel walls that were originally expected did not buy more time for their defenders. Or, to put it another way, Oak’s offensive and defensive was too weird, and they could always come up with different ideas. A strange way to get to the head of the city, and melee combat is equivalent to defeat here.

What really defeated the confidence of the defenders was the loss of the city gates. When the most unlikely place to be lost was the enemy first, many people were desperate.

Now the battle for the wall is still going on, but it is just a desperate struggle, and what makes Yushijin even more desperate is whether their sacrifice will be remembered?

Will the 16th Reserve Militia Brigade’s decisive assault on Ok, who broke through the third gate, be remembered?

Will the 3rd Defense Regiment be remembered for its heroic and massive countercharge against the Oak Cavalry unit that rushed into the fourth gate?

Will the heroic sacrifice of his drinker, the first battalion commander Kanas Farian, the middle-aged man born on the Noah Peninsula, be remembered? Realizing that Oak would soon flood the defense zone, he directed a suicide raid against the Oak invasion force in his wall defense zone. No one came back alive, but they killed far more enemies than they could.

There is also the last moment of Captain Brenas of the Second Company of the Ninth Artillery Regiment. Brenas and his loyal crew members fought the tide of the hateful Ok to the final moments, and then detonated all the remaining ammunition, directing the destruction to his head when it was obvious that he was about to be submerged.

Every minute and every second, the defenders of the Aswan fortress persisted, proving their courage and believing in the slimmest hope.

Perhaps in the next second, a huge imperial fleet will descend from the sky and slaughter the besiegers. Perhaps the next moment, a train full of reinforcements will drive in from the tracks, adding a bargaining chip for victory in this war. They have waited too long...

The priests said that this is a trial of strength and faith, courage and enthusiasm. Every minute of survival is won by blood and sweat.

But Yushikin just wanted to say one thing.

"Shit!"

They have actually been abandoned and are still waiting to die on the wall, filling the hungry stomach of the beast with their lives. The end of this war is set, and Yushkin does not intend to let his subordinates die with him.

Only by living can we continue to destroy the enemy. If all the brave people die here, who will protect the people of Aksum from now on?