Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The veteran's chain sword blocked an orc boy's ax attack. The orc boy's middle door opened wide, and the veteran also twisted around and staggered away.

Lasers followed one after another, hitting the orc's neck and face, knocking down the kid who rushed in first.

More orc boys poured in. Such a number was difficult for the veterans to deal with. Dover quickly took a frag grenade from his belt and threw it out.

The grenade passed through the door and fell into the corridor outside the door. The fragments of the grenade explosion swept through the entire corridor.

Several orcs had their bodies cut into pieces in the fragmented attack, and fell down spurting blood.

The first few orcs who rushed in were not seriously injured.

The four orcs were still standing in front of Dover and the veteran.

Dover raised his gun and wanted to shoot, but the veteran could no longer cover his shooting action. He had been held back by the other three orcs.

Those heavy axes combined with the powerful muscles of the orcs made the veteran dare not take a hard hit. Once his arm fell into a brief stiffness due to blocking the fierce blow, that was the moment when the other two axes fell on his head.

Dover looked at the orcs who were charging forward with long strides and gave up his plan to continue shooting. He picked up his gun and used his bayonet to compete with the orc boy.

"Death to Xiami!"

An ax struck directly, and Dover turned over to dodge, letting the ax swing empty. He grabbed a handful of radioactive dust from his pocket, which he had ground from the gravel near the ruined generator cores.

These things are very useful and can burn an orc's eyes. He has done this many times. Since there is already a gap in strength, he can only rely on some base methods to survive.

The grinding dust was thrown at the orc's face. The radioactive dust filled the orc's eyes with a layer of dust that covered his eyes. It blocked his sight and constantly reacted with his eyes.

The blindness and burning pain made the orcs surprisingly angry, "You shrimps will make a fool of themselves!"

This is the most dangerous time. A crazy orc will attack everything around him at any cost. Dover will not go up so easily. He does not want to be randomly chopped into two pieces by the orc.

The veteran on the other side was not in good condition either. He had already put the chain sword on an orc, but he also had a scary huge wound on his chest.

Those bleeding wounds turned black due to the highly polluted air. If not treated in time, he would definitely die from heavy metal poisoning.

The two axe-wielding orcs were panting and looking at the veteran. He was too flexible and slippery, and wasting their energy without facing them in a head-on duel.

The idiot who was chopped down was because he swung the ax too hard and ran out of energy early, and was then hacked to death by this cunning shrimp. However, he also gave this shrimp a small wound standard for orcs in the counterattack, which can be regarded as a gift to his brother. They made some contribution.

Dover wanted to go up and help the veteran. He was changing the magazine of the laser gun in his hand. The magazines in his hand were all picked up. He was not sure how much energy reserve these things taken from his comrades had.

"I heard the sound! You little shrimp!"

Maybe it was because the sound of reloading was too loud, or maybe because the battle between the veteran and other orcs temporarily stopped, the blind orc rushed towards Dover's position.

He hurriedly raised his gun, and an ax hit the gun body. Dover gritted his teeth and held on. He felt that the bones of his arms, which lacked nutrition, were overwhelmed and made a rattling sound.

After trying his best to move away from the pressure of the orc's axe, the ax fell down, and Dover subconsciously shrank his head.

With a clang, the ax hit his helmet and deflected along the smooth curve of the helmet, but it still made a crater in Dover's helmet.

His head was buzzing, his vision was blurred and confused, and Dover's head suffered a blow, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

He lay on the ground and vaguely watched the crazy orc attack him again.

It's over, dead...

"Ahhhh!" In Dover's blurry vision, the shadow of the silent veteran who didn't like to talk appeared. He had lost an arm and was wielding the chain sword with only one arm.

A huge cut was left on the mask, and half of the eyepiece was blocked by blood.

The veteran inserted the chain sword in his hand into the orc's waist and abdomen. The orc, who was in pain, turned around and punched the veteran away. He knelt on the ground and supported his body with an axe.

The huge wounds left by the chainsword let a soup of viscera and fungus flow out of the orc's body.

Dover struggled to get up, and pulled out a dagger from the seam of his boots and rushed towards the orc. The orc raised his head when he heard the noise, but he could not see anything, so he had to subconsciously cover his head with his ax and hand.

The monomolecular dagger penetrated the orc's arm and stabbed the superficial layer of his head. The angry orc pulled his arm and threw Dover away, although this also caused half of the arm to be damaged by the monomolecular dagger. It's been cut open and it's difficult to exert force until it heals.

The orc dragged his intestines, looking for Dover's movements. He heard the shrimp's violent breathing.

It was probably in this direction. The ax was thrown out, and it hit the place where Dover fell.

The heavy, blunt ax hit Dover's shoulder, slicing his arm open and shattering the bones. The pain of his broken arm made Dover almost pass out, but his body knew that now was not the time to fall.

The body's organs desperately secreted various hormones to maintain Dover's body functions and alleviate the pain of his broken arm as much as possible.

The trembling Dover looked at the groping orc. The ax blocked the blood vessels and ensured that he would not die from excessive blood loss. But he didn't know how to struggle anymore, so he had to be quiet and beg the orc not to find him...

The veteran, the veteran who had broken an arm and was punched by the orc, rushed over again. He also held a single-molecule dagger in his hand and attacked the orc.

Dover watched as the scarred veteran struggled with the orc. The orc grabbed the veteran's body and pinned him down, making it difficult to move.

The other hand punched the veteran's body, one punch hit the body, one punch hit the head, and one punch hit the surrounding floor. There was no accuracy, and it was also due to the orc's serious injury. Not that powerful.

But Dover could still see the veteran's struggling body spurting blood as the orc's fist fell.

Dover struggled to turn over, trying to crawl to the gun. The blood vessels that were no longer covered by the ax began to spurt out blood as his heart pumped.

Dover reached for the gun with his fingers and pulled him a little closer, pointing the gun at the orc with one hand.

"For the Emperor..."

A flurry of laser fire hit the orc, and it was the final attack that crushed him.

The orc fell, falling on top of the veteran.

Dover wanted to take a look, but he felt he could no longer walk.

He saw other soldiers coming in. They looked at him and didn't know what they were saying. Dover raised his only remaining hand and pointed to the veteran's position...

Brother Mao, please go away. don't want.