Orc Tyrant

Oak stopped, Hashimt intuitively picked up the night vision goggles and observed the battlefield.

What happened?

Have they just been shocked by their enthusiasm?

Don't know why, he thinks this argument is unlikely.

Hasimt noticed that the creature in front was moving, looking for cover behind the collapsed ruins, he immediately ordered to fire again, and the heavy machine gun roared again.

But the beasts already knew the location of the firepower point, and then they fired back, suppressing the heavy machine gun position with grenades and machine guns.

Smart Ok?

This idea is very scary.

But something outside, possibly a war leader or something, is testing their deployment.

This made Hashimte wonder whether their appearance was purely coincidental. At first he thought these were just predators wandering around...

Then there was a strange chill on his back.

According to his observation, the lead Ouke has found cover, and the battlefield seems to have begun to be unstable.

Behind them, behind the rising smoke, he could see several larger figures moving forward. They had crude but intricately decorated weapons, and those weapons kept bursting out of fire.

What followed was a burst of shooting, gnawing off many pieces of stones near the bunker, and at the same time forcing the soldiers to bow their heads and avoid them.

Then some of them took out something.

"Get out of the window! Find cover!"

Hasimte yelled loudly. The company near him had already begun to move. He did not wait by the window for Ok to slyly lift the rocket launcher up, and fired the skull-painted rocket straight into the teaching building. .

boom--!

Hasimte fell to the ground, and together he pulled Alessis to the ground.

His ears were filled with sharp screams, and the whole world was plunged into flames.

In a daze, he heard the sound of shrapnel whizzing past, and felt the hot hiss burning his eyebrows and tearing his military coat to pieces.

Obviously, Oak tried to use the rocket as a cover for attacking the building, even if the flames had not gone out, Hashimte had already stood up.

"Report the situation!"

Alessis also hurriedly got up from the ground. He was scorched to black, but he was not injured-Hasimte tried his best to protect the fragile him.

The missionary was coughing, groping for his pistol in the pile of deposited ashes.

After a brief chaos, a series of voices responded to Hashimt, and due to his prompt reminder, Oak’s rocket did not cause a lot of casualties.

He thanked the blood **** for his courage and luck, and now it's time to repay.

Now Oak had broken through the first bunker of the gate, they passed through the door panel and climbed in from the sandbag.

If they fail, Hashimte will take the building to meet them for the last time, and by the way, take everyone inside to die.

For the glory of the blood god!

But they have not given up, they still shoulder the responsibility, everyone will fight to the last breath-at least while Hashimte is still alive.

"Go back first!"

If they are forced to guard the gate, they will easily be overwhelmed by Ouke, and some Ouke has begun to look through the elementary school walls, and the sides are no longer safe.

Hasimte began to order them to retreat and let the heavy machine gun cover them.

But his voice was soon overshadowed by a detonated rifle grenade, and the grenade just rolled to his right hand at the foot of the heavy machine gunner who was shooting.

In the next second, accompanied by air waves and roar, the entire machine gun firepower point disappeared in a puff of smoke and debris.

Then more grenades and small-caliber shells smashed upstairs in the teaching.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Large pieces of roof fragments fell to the ground. Alessis sat on the ground and kept struggling behind his back. His pistol also disappeared.

This sudden shelling made Hashimte realize that what he encountered was definitely not a small group of Oker predators, or that they were not empty behind them.

Oak’s regular troops have been eyeing them, and this is the worst case.

Due to the riots caused by the shelling, Ok, who had already opened his door, poured into the main teaching building.

Hasimt saw a bunch of smaller and darker farts scurrying around their feet. When they picked up something on the ground, they would shake, bite, and then excitedly pick them up or throw them behind them. In the tattered cloth pocket.

"Everyone! The blood **** is eager to give, whether it is the enemy or ourselves!"

Seeing the situation gradually getting out of control, Hashimte threw the gun aside and drew out a scarlet war blade from the cloth pocket behind him. The war blade was covered with mottled and dried blood, and the handle was studded with two chains. ,

Hasimte wrapped the chain around his right wrist, and then carved the sacred symbol of the blood **** on his forehead with the tip of a knife.

The blood immediately overflowed his face, making him look hideous and terrifying.

At the same time, the war blade screamed, as if roaring with pure anxiety, longing for the blood of the desecrator.

Every senior commander of the Holy Blood Army, after slaughtering his colleagues, received a "reward" from the blood worship-a weapon with the power of the blood **** to help them fight against heretics and blasphemers.

According to the high-level blood worshipers, these "sacred artifacts" are best not to be used lightly until the critical moment, because the gift of the blood **** is not so easy to obtain.

If you can't drink enough blood and cut off enough heads, this weapon is likely to become the "punisher" of the blood god.

Hashimte had also seen that kind of end, the screaming, amorphous flesh and blood covered with fangs made him have a nightmare for a week.

The punishment of the blood **** for the loser is so severe.

"Death is our feast!"

The soldiers were motivated by Sohashimte’s voice, and driven by anger, they began to use any weapons they could find, even fists and legs, to fight with Ok, and some even snatched the ax in Ok’s hand to continue. attack.

The battlefield suddenly became a huge meat grinder, and everyone was infected by a crazy color.

Even their original crimson uniforms are now polished by the color of death, and high piles of corpses are quickly piled up on the ground.

But behind this hand-to-hand battle, Hashimte began to figure out some things.

This is not just a free-willed raid. There are too many and too strong, and the response is quick. These Oukes are here prepared.

And they are expected to meet resistance.

Just as Hasimut chopped down an Ok, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

A short axe flew in front of him, cutting off the hair on his forehead, and nailing it to the head of the guard who had just rescued him.

"The Blood God harvested another drop of blood."

Glancing at the fallen soldier, Hasim clenched his hand in the battle blade and jumped straight into the battle group.

He slashed one Ouke's throat first, and then cut into the chest on the other end.

Two beasts fell screaming, and the other was howling. All the thoughts he had just now were forgotten by him—he had other important matters.

Harvest more heads for the blood god.

During the killing, a scarlet rage was filling his body, making him more powerful and crazy at the same time.

"Next! There is another next!"

Hasimt dashed on the battlefield, stepped on a certain rude ass, causing a harsh cry, and then chopped to the third and fourth Ouke.

At this moment, he is the incarnation of anger, representing the anger of the blood god. He uses the weapon in his hand to sculpt the enemy's armor, flesh and blood and bones, so that the blood is swayed into the air like red wine.

"Sir! Sir!"

The company commander in charge of guarding the back door of the school shouted on the walkie-talkie:

"These oaks have gone around behind us!"