Orc Tyrant

Gogu stared at the boys beside him. All the members of Red Lightning were here. The original plan was to make an assault with war trucks and dirty tanks, but the motorcycle boys couldn't wait, and Guke reluctantly agreed. .

This assault will be done independently by them, occupying a city with three thousand motorcycles-it sounds almost incredible.

Under the bright red light of the motorcycle head, Gogu's spiked helmet resembles a devil, with sharp fangs protruding from the sides like the jaws of a monster-this helmet was originally created to mimic the face of a roaring beast.

The huge chariot roared across the plain outside the Great Salt Lake, and the drag racing boys howled wildly in the wind while carrying deadly cargo to the front line.

The enemy here made them disappointed, but Gogu couldn't expect more, after all, this was part of the plan itself.

When the dazzling orange sun sank, they had already arrived at many salt fields outside Salt Lake City. The first line of defense was breached in less than half an hour under the fierce attack. The salt farms slaughtered everything that stood in the way.

At the forefront is Gogu’s proudest [Dead Wheel Squad]. This is a group of deadly runaways, with the most crazy and superb driving skills. The beasts under their hips are weighing several tons. And a three-wheeled cavalry equipped with a flame engine.

The enemy was almost unable to fight back. The battle group rushed through the gap opened by the death wheel squad, leaped over the top of the fortifications, and rained death rain on the fleeing crowd in the distance.

They relentlessly crossed trenches, slaughtered arbitrarily, and arbitrarily occupied bunkers and any strongholds. Gogu maliciously saw hundreds of shrimps fleeing in front of him, delusional to hide in the second line of defense outside the city to seek a false sense of security, but the counterattack of the second line of defense also quickly fell silent, and the speed of the fall was almost as fast as the first line. , The third line of defense is equally good.

They had nowhere to escape, and were **** with ropes by the motorcycle boys, followed by brutal dragging.

Hundreds of salt workers, only scattered bones were left, their flesh and blood were all smeared on the dry sand by the Great Salt Lake, leaving only patches of greasy red marks.

Now, what was displayed in front of them was only the final line of defense closest to the city, and the light of Salt Lake City could be seen from the far end of the horizon.

The shortest final line of defense of the four lines of defense has more bunkers, and Gogu hopes that this will bring more challenges.

The battle so far is actually more like a one-sided slaughter-it only provides a little satisfaction, and it is estimated that less than 10,000 people have been killed. In addition, hundreds of machine guns and artillery have been destroyed, while the Ouke’s losses are small. To be negligible.

Da Da Da~~~!

Gogu started the engine and started sprinting. The parallel gun mount on the front of the car roared and fired. The speed of the entire tank did not slow down, but it accelerated slightly.

"Waaaagh!!!"

There was a faint explosion in the direction of the city, which was overwhelmed by the roar of the engine and the roar of the rocket.

Huh~!

A bullet hit the heavy armor shell of the tank, the whole body was shaking, and Gogu roared.

The heavy motorcycle slammed into the steep slope. He knew that this was the enemy’s fortifications. The large-caliber bullet hit the car with a ding-and-dong, but this powerful machine once carried the drag racing boss across hundreds of more deadly ones. In the battlefield, the dangers experienced are even more than the sum of these weak shrimps.

The yellow light bulb lights up, and Gogu unlocked the hook that held him on the seat, grabbed the saber inserted at his feet, and stretched his arms.

"Let them see who is the fastest!!!"

He roared:

"Killing!"

The elite fighters responded with a roar, and the moment the motorcycle drove up the top of the **** and stopped, the front of the car replayed the assault ramp, and hissing steam sprayed into the cold night sky.

Soon, the muffled sound that filled the eardrum gradually disappeared, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield suddenly became deafening. The artillery blasted, the machine gun burst rhythmically, and the wailing of dying humans echoed throughout the entire Shiobara.

The dead-wheel formation formed an arrow-shaped offensive formation, roaring like the engine of a chariot under the seat, and the guns on the front and body of the car began to spit out hot death.

With the first shot of Gogu, a soldier in a gray uniform was blown in half, and the others were torn apart by the fire of a grenade fired by a fart.

The flames of thousands of guns illuminated the night sky. He saw the city and the fortress extending from one end of the sky to the other. Tens of thousands of soldiers were standing in the line of defense. Hundreds of artillery and a few armored units also joined the barrage shooting. .

He chose to attack here because it was the strongest point of defense in the fortress group. As long as the resistance is defeated with a decisive blow, the morale of the enemy will be completely disintegrated.

The rushing tracer pierced the night sky, and the human defenders desperately tried to knock down even one Ork soldier, but their speed was too fast, and the seemingly distant distance between the two was fleeting.

On the contrary, it was Ouke's easy weapon to tear the lightly armed soldiers, and the foxhole dug on the ground could not provide protection at all.

More motorcycles poured in, and the massacre really began.

Although the number of 3,000 motorcycles seems to be sufficient, in front of the entire Salt Lake City, it is still not an overwhelming force, but it is far more than the racing kids.

"Your driving skills are terrible!!"

A voice came from behind Gogu, and then a big head with a black military cap poked out from behind his left shoulder. This was the leader of the storm kid with a small jet rocket backpack on his back.

"Shut up!! I will throw you down again!!"

Gogu never liked to carry passengers, let alone the **** blood axe guys, but the boss's order was an order, and he couldn't help but like it or not.

"Hurry up! I'm going to go up!!!"

"I said, shut up!"

Gogu accelerated past the defensive stronghold piled with corpses, and the front machine gun swept down a squad that was busy loading the artillery, blowing them into pieces, splashing blood.

The turrets along the fortress group also began to roar. The high-powered heavy artillery bombarded some motorcycles, but this distance was only enough for them to fire one gun. Obviously this time was not enough to contain the entire offensive.

Boom~!

Suddenly, a dazzling mushroom cloud rose from a turret, and a violent explosion instantly engulfed the Empire's heavy artillery. The fireball rolled into the sky, and more explosions began to respond.

Drag racing kids started launching the rockets on the car. Although a heavy motorcycle can carry at most one medium-sized rocket, the damage caused by hundreds of rockets is still not to be underestimated.

Just as the rocket blew up the human defenders to the stall, Gogu's battle group finally reached the distance they needed.

"Blood Axe!"

The drag racing boss turned on the communicator on the front of the car and yelled:

"It's time to do it!"

"Waaagh!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a heat wave behind him, and then the whole motorcycle trembled violently, and the cargo behind him stood directly on the seat and took off.

Staring at the scorched leather cushion, Gogu blinked.

"I'm leaving now! waaaaagh!!!"

In mid-air, the leader of the Storm Boy let out an open howl, opened his arms like a bird, and jumped straight towards the walls of Salt Lake City.

"Blood axe who eats shit!! You have to pay!!!"

Below, Gogu waved his fists and roared in anger.