Orc Tyrant

The blood axe legions may not be the most numerous, but when you enter their charge distance, you will find that they are more destructive than any legion.

According to the imperial soldiers guarding the outer positions of the city, they immediately withdrew back into the city. According to the visual observation of the officers, the number of this hurried army was between 150,000 and 300,000, enough to engulf this small town in an instant.

The retreat plan was launched immediately, but not everyone was able to see the situation clearly.

"Ancestors are here!"

A Chief Zun dressed in white painting shouted:

"Knock back the enemy!"

The soldiers roared and started running, the original firearms in their hands kept on fire, and the machete and spear were also ready.

The banner officer was also yelling at the same time. He held up the flying Zun animal skin banner in one hand, and fired with the revolver in the other, although he could not see any enemy troops.

Harar’s view of the Zuen people is not just a large settlement. To the north of the city, there is the spiritual home of all the Zuen—the forest of ancestors. It is said that the first thousand ancestors of the Zuen tribe are buried there, and every ancestor is buried there. The benefactor has to worship the forest of the ancestors at least once in his life, which is also the source of the legitimacy of the power of King Zun.

The head of the forest is a religious title that all successive kings of Zun must concurrently hold.

Therefore, for his own power, King Zun was not willing to give up the power in his hands until the last moment.

After Oak approached the city for two kilometers, he quickly called on most of the men in Harrell, asking them to resist Oak’s forwards, hoping to repel the opponent, this move almost did not stop Tamworth. Pissed off.

But he couldn't change the other party's decision. In desperation, he could only organize defense and retreat at the same time, at least King Zun had to take him away alive.

"coming!"

Suddenly, they finally saw it. At that moment, many people wished that it was just an illusion. The tall body of the visitor made Warrior Zun look like a child.

They are dead.

The imperial soldiers on the city wall couldn't bear to close their eyes.

"Ah!"

Glak raised his eyes under the helmet and watched a group of black-skinned shrimp rush towards him. The leader in the front brandished his spear and made a cry like a fart being pinched on his neck.

The standing warlord didn't even bother to use a gun, just wandering towards the idiots running towards him and the Bloodfang Guard.

As the distance narrowed, the weak projectile hit him uselessly, and the head shrimp held up his spear, his face covered with fearlessness.

Grak almost burst into laughter.

The red iron flow went all the way to the north, and the black crowd went all the way to the south, and the two sides collided in shouts of killing.

"what!!!"

The chief pierced his spear with a half-screaming voice, but he was so weak and feeble.

The warlord slapped the spear with the back of his hand in disdain, and the chief's arm broke in response, and then Grak threw him to the ground with a punch, and stomped his right foot on the wailing uncle, crushing the black head like an eggshell. .

The Bloodfang Guard rushed into the crowd, sharp blades pierced through the air, limbs scattered, and heads flying.

Grak saw Boka, a member of the guard, smashed his fist into the body of a small shrimp flag bearer, then raised the flag bearer's entire body in the air, and finally cut it in half with a knife.

A flash of lightning flashed across the falling flag, and the flag surface quickly turned to ashes in the extreme heat.

The heavy footsteps shook the ground, and Grak turned his head to look at the behemoth Skugger who was moving, standing next to the thing even he looked small.

Armored beasts passed through the massacre in front of them, and powerful artillery and burst guns poured out ammunition at the distant enemy, tearing their flesh, shattering bones, and setting off a storm of death.

"Not good at all, boss!"

The Jiba on the back of the giant beast raised his windshield, and the welding gun on his shoulder crackled. While he was speaking, his arm was still controlling the shooting of the big tutu gun, but because of the density of the crowd, he didn't need to aim at all.

"When you throw away those fancy things, learn to use an axe and a knife, you'll know it's cool!"

After finishing speaking, Glak turned around abruptly and knocked out more than a dozen Zun warriors with a swift and thunderous sweep. A rain of blood mixed with organs was sprinkled in midair, moistening his dry skin.

But Glak also thought in his heart that this was just a massacre, not a battle at all. These black shrimps had good courage, but they had no merits other than that.

The moment the front came into contact, it was already on the verge of collapse.

Pieces of Zun warriors died within ten seconds of receiving the enemy. Crude machete and axe can easily dismember them, but their machete and spear can only break through the skin of the opponent. Only a few are lucky. Children only have a chance to kill the enemy, but compared with the casualties of the Zuen people, it can't be called casualties.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Go for it!!"

Glak didn't want to spend too much time on these things. He stepped forward and ran over the dense crowd like a heavy machine. The battle axe in his hand waved like a left and right, leaving a moaning wreck behind him.

There has never been so much blood sprinkled on this land, and the dry ground has even become muddy because it has absorbed too much liquid.

Every minute and every second, more and more black bodies fell into the blood bog. They were mutilated and survived, screaming in fear and pain, and then being eaten by groups of hops.

The efforts of the Zun Warriors did not achieve the results they expected, let alone repel the enemy, they couldn't even delay it for a long time.

"Fire!"

Seeing the enemy and approaching the city wall, the soldiers stationed on the wall immediately opened fire. However, the Harar Division was stationed in non-strategic locations for a long time, so the equipment was updated very slowly. Only a year ago, a batch of rifles were replaced, but the artillery And machine guns are still very outdated products, especially machine guns, or old revolver machine guns.

The weak firepower can't achieve the effect of blocking the Ork Army, and the scattered field guns can only provide weak firepower support.

So Glak rushed to Harrell's mud wall almost unimpeded.

Bang~!

Apart from anything else, he raised his right leg and hit the city gate with a kick.

The soldiers near the city gate felt a noticeable tremor, while the soldiers guarding behind the gate saw an additional depression in the iron gate.

"It's a bit hard."

Although some guys have started blasting walls with grenades, Glak still sticks to his old methods.

He took a step back, ignoring the bullet that was shot at him, clasped the roaring battle axe in both hands, and then took a sharp step forward.

boom!

This time, the more violent vibration made the soldiers on the surrounding walls unable to stand up and fall, and the soldiers behind the door turned pale in an instant, because the door made of cast iron was forcibly split open, and they were able to see clearly. I saw the red body behind the opening.

boom!

Another moment, the imperial soldiers moved back. They shook their rifles and their bayonets flickered in the sun, but they couldn't bring them a sense of security. Everyone was sweating profusely.

The part where the iron gate connects with the wall has been cracked, and some soldiers have begun to prepare their escape routes.

boom!

In the third time, the conservatively ruined iron gate could no longer be supported and collapsed.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAG********* In the dust of the sky, a terrifying roar shocked everyone's hearts, and a **** behemoth stepped into the wall with heavy steps.