Orc Tyrant

Mustafa Barzani threw his hat to the ground, his eyes flushed with blood and anger.

The offensive failed again. The soldiers of the 25th Infantry Regiment ran out of the gates and towers in embarrassment. The number was at least half less than before the offensive. Many people were missing a lot of parts. The number of attritions that can be predicted will even rise to Two thirds.

The presumptuous howl of the wild beasts sounded, and strings of **** heads were thrown out as weapons by them, and smashed on the fleeing soldiers, further accelerating their collapse.

"Damn it!"

Mustafa slammed his fist against the railing, remorse and anger in his heart.

Maybe it's going to a military court this time, he thought so.

But who could have expected the brainless Ok to sneak to the side of the fortress?

Although Fortress No. 2 is only a small fortress, due to its late construction time, its defense system is more complete than that of Aswan Fortress, and many new technologies have been adopted. Moreover, at the beginning of the design, the different ways of fighting between Ouke and humans were taken into consideration. Instead of adopting the concept of a bastion, it used the design of ancient city walls, using the latest materials and increasing underground traffic trenches.

Because of its close proximity to the roof mountain range, while building No. 2 Fortress, the defenders also built several concealed artillery fortresses on the nearby steep hillsides to cover the fortress from high ground during wartime.

It stands to reason that with such a tight defense, Mustafa has the confidence to resist a sufficient number of Ouke.

He did indeed. Although Ok was very aggressive at the beginning, he could only helplessly hit the straight wall. Their artillery could not quickly defeat the human wall made of high-strength industrial cement and steel. Those The terrifying behemoth was the target of artillery and machine guns from the beginning.

The soldiers used bullets and grenades to easily harvest the Oukes squeezed under the walls. Every time they tried to build a simple ladder, they would pay more lives and in vain.

If this continues, Mustafa even feels that he can keep until dark.

But bad news always comes unexpectedly. I don’t know when a group of small black things touched the gate on the east side of the fort. It was the main entrance and exit. The iron gate controlled by mechanical transmission was thick enough to withstand most of the explosions. Mustafa did not send many soldiers there.

Then there was a scene where the soldiers were wiped their necks unknowingly, and hundreds of Ouke rushed into the gate and the control tower.

At that moment, Mustafa really wanted to shoot himself and the dead bastards.

The only good news is that, probably due to the fierce fighting and lack of communication means, Ouke’s large forces did not know that they were only one step away from capturing the fortress, and they were still on the front of the fortress.

This gave Mustafa the last chance. He concentrated all the available mobile forces and tried to regain the key entrance. Because the gateway is a U-shaped design, the artillery row is not useful, but the number of Ouke is not large, and he likes to take the initiative to attack, he thinks this is not a problem.

However, he was very wrong, very ridiculous. Those Oukes were very cunning. They were huddled in hidden corners, using corpses and other things to build a lot of obstacles.

The soldiers rushed in again and again, and were driven out again and again. The gloomy gateway was like a big mouth, constantly devouring their lives and courage.

There are not many methods available.

"Notify the engineer battalion to prepare to blast."

This is the last resort, blow up a gateway directly to close the gap. But the risk is equally great. If the explosion power is not well controlled and that section of the wall is damaged too severely, then Ouke is likely to turn the attack direction here.

A big bet, but Mustafa has nothing to do.

"Wait a minute, let's try."

A dark-skinned officer came in the distance, and Mustafa looked at him.

"Shaka, your regiment is the last reserve team, I..."

"What kind of reserve team are you talking about at this time."

The young black officer laughed, his thick lips grinned, showing dazzling white teeth.

Mustafa hesitated very much. This unit might really be possible, but their identities are rather special.

In Aksum, there is a vastly distributed ancient people-the Zun people. They are the aborigines of this land. Although they have always been primitive tribes, they have also established their own kingdoms.

After the empire conquered this place, there had been many wars with this nation. Although the victory of the empire always ended with the victory of the empire, the unruly and warlike character of this nation made them never stop resisting.

In the end, the high military expenditures forced the empire to grant them a high degree of autonomy and recognize the power of King Zun, in exchange for their loyalty to the empire, and the Aksum Zun regiment was born.

The leader of the Zuen regiment must be a certain son of King Zuen, and the polygamous King Zuen will have many sons, usually the less popular one to hold this position.

But even so, if something happens to the prince, it will still cause serious diplomatic consequences, which may be regarded by King Zun as a conspiracy or provocation.

"I am also an imperial soldier. This is my duty, sir."

Shaka is a prince Zun who is eager to understand the outside world. He has always hoped to lead his ancient nation to an advanced path. He even offered to take up this position at the beginning.

Mustafa took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"Okay! Leave it to you."

The young prince replied with a standard military salute and turned to walk towards the already assembled troops.

Three thousand Zun warriors are ready to go. Their dark skin is glowing with greasy light under the scorching sun. There is no fear in their eyes, only the flames of war.

"Zunren! A great hunt has begun! Are you timid?"

"Ah!"

The warriors slapped their chests fiercely and roared vigorously, and those Ouke in the distance also made provocative voices.

"Let our ancestors witness our battle on Heaven Mountain!"

The prince took a short withered wood spear tied with a colorful cloth belt from his waist, and every ancestor of the ancestors who went on the expedition would intercept a dead branch from the jungle where the ancestors were buried. This will be their command tool and amulet.

He knelt on the ground, holding a short spear in his hand and muttering words. The warriors behind him smeared white dust with his hands and painted a series of war patterns on his face. Some people threw their rifles to the ground and picked up their national traditional curved-blade machete.

"Zunren!"

The prince stood up, took off his hat, strung it on the short spear, and held it high.

"go ahead!!"

The roars of humans and beasts echoed above the fortress, Mustafa silently prayed in his heart, and the engineering battalion was waiting for orders. If this fails, he will blow up this **** place as soon as possible.

Such waiting was a kind of incomparable suffering. The voices in the gateway and the tower gradually subsided, and Mustafa stared at it with wide eyes. He was afraid and expectant, and his conflicting mood almost drove him crazy.

until……

Boom!

A dull voice came from the depths of the gate, Mustafa remembered clearly that it was the movement that would happen when the gate fell.

"Long live! Long live the Zuen regiment!!"

He couldn't help but shouted, all the soldiers around also shouted together, but after a while, no living person came out.

Mustafa felt bad, and he sent a few soldiers to observe, but as soon as they walked to the gate, they vomited frantically. The alarm bell in his heart went viral and he ran over like crazy.

"Gosh..."

Layers of corpses have nowhere to go. The walls and obstacles are covered with remnants and internal organs. The pungent smell of blood makes people dizzy. Occasionally, there are dying groans, and a few desperate figures sit down. Among the corpses, only the slight ups and downs of their chests proved that they were still alive.

The medics lifted Shaka out, and he stretched out a blood-filled hand toward Mustafa, and the other party immediately grabbed it tightly.

"No... negative mission."

There was no blood on his face and his voice was hoarse, but still smiling, Mustafa smelled a stench, it was the smell of death...

He gently lifted the corner of the sheet, and then closed his eyes in pain. The young soldier was completely torn from the waist down, his viable internal organs were still twitching slightly, his pale bones were exposed, and the blood had long been drained.

"Warriors... take care of them."

Shaka stared blankly. He couldn't see anything anymore. Mustafa nodded vigorously. Tears slipped from his cheeks. He felt that Shaka should not be told any bad news at this time, including the entire Zun group. Already, there are only double-digit live players left.

"They are all very good and will get the best treatment, I promise."

Shaka nodded, his hand fumbled around suddenly, Mustafa knew what he was looking for, and placed the broken short spear in his palm.

He held the dead wood tightly, with a peaceful expression on his face.

"I... worthy of my ancestors, am I?"

"Your ancestors are proud of you."

Belief is no longer important at this time, and Mustafa's words make Shaka seem very satisfied.

Suddenly, his body twitched in pain, and Mustafa asked the medical soldiers to rush him to the emergency area, but he could feel that the **** of death was gradually pulling Shaka's life away, and all means were just comfort at this time.

boom!

Another shell hit the city wall, and Mustafa retracted his gaze from the stretcher that was far away. It is not the time to mourn. If you don’t have the spirit of twelve points, then it is very likely that no one will be able to replace it after today. They mourned.

"2nd Battalion! You guard this place! No matter what it is, as long as it moves, kill them all!"

He deployed defenses urgently on his side, and the same crisis on the No. 1 Fortress side.

"Damn it! Bang those guys down!"

Ansal Sonner angrily slammed the telescope onto the table and stomped his feet with anger.

This battle was simply impossible to fight. Because of their proximity to Tieluo Bay, they were surrounded by flat ground, and they did not have the advantage of terrain like Fortress No. 2. At the beginning of Ouke’s onslaught, he planned to deploy the artillery on the flanks to the front, but Yusuf The general forbade him to do that.

Ouke’s cavalry cruised between the fortresses and could break through at any time. It was extremely unlikely that the two cavalry divisions and a few trench parapets and those militia brigades could not stop them.

The reason is correct, but the frontal pressure is too great. Ouke also used those extremely primitive trebuchets to throw a red monster into the fortress, which greatly restrained the maneuvering force of the defenders. He is really right now. It is stretched.

There have been several waves of Oak climbing up the city wall with the help of simple ladders. If the soldiers hadn't bravely rushed up with bombs, they would have lost the outer wall.

"General! Major Ibn asks for reinforcements, and Ok has more and more ladders!"

"Tell him, no! I've even thrown up the guy!"

Ansar anxiously awaited the arrival of reinforcements. He had already requested reinforcements from Yusuf by telegram. As long as he could get the strength of even one regiment, he would have the confidence to defend.

"General! The telegram from Aswan!"

He eagerly grabbed the telegram, but the text on it made him dizzy.

Without reinforcements, the battle was the last one.

"It's a bitch!"

Angrily crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. Ansal decided not to heed Yusuf’s order and must move the side artillery to the front. If the fortress can’t be guarded, it’s meaningless to block the flanks. Up.

"Send my order! The 13th, 14th, and 15th artillery companies will be transferred to..."

"General!"

The staff officer holding a telescope to observe the battlefield suddenly screamed and pointed to the sea.

"That is……"

He immediately walked to the staff officer and grabbed the binoculars from his hand. Through the mirror, he saw a cloud of black smoke rising above the blue sea.

"Navy! They are finally willing to come!"

More than a dozen white warships with brushed exteriors are coming from afar, huge chimneys billowing black smoke, and large-caliber rear-mounted naval guns on the deck are slowly turning in direction. This is the iron-clad fleet of the Eastern Fleet of the Empire. , Rushed here after receiving a support order.

"Fire!"

The devastating shelling came as scheduled. Amid the deafening explosions, Ouk’s broken corpses were thrown high, some even fell into the fortress, and the huge flowers of death bloomed in dense queues, harvesting one. Beat another dozen cheap lives.

Ouke's offensive was immediately suppressed, and Ansar took a breath, as if there was no need to mobilize the flanking artillery.