Orc Tyrant

Under the cover of sand and dust, the intermittent explosive flashes looked like someone shaking a sand-proof mask in front of the signal light, and the blasting was frequent as if a machine gun fired.

Kushbach could hear the roar of heavy weapons, and the low boom of artillery after awakening.

There are drums, real war drums, wild and rushing drumbeats.

After a few seconds, various big guns began to fire shining bullets from several camps in the southeast into the sand and dust to the north, adding their screams to the messy whispers.

Kushbaha first saw some movement on the edge of the approaching sandstorm, and then distinguished a figure and figure.

"Damn..."

He made a strange grunt. Not long ago, he had witnessed an insect plague.

Since Ouke occupied the rainforest, the entire ecological chain has been devastated. The industries and children of the abandoned city have been born in large numbers, leading to the extinction of many animals and plants, and also contributing to the loss of control of some organisms.

Some insects in the rain forest began to overproduce, and the swarms of insects that shade the sky can stretch for more than ten kilometers like a river.

He has never forgotten the sound of the 100 million pairs of flapping wings, the roar is like the whispers of war, and he has never forgotten the sight.

Now, he remembered all that again.

A large group of lycanthropes emerged from the tumbling clouds. Charged infantry and rampant riders swept through the fortifications like a swarm of locusts, and landed on the Ouk Yifa camp like a landslide.

Evil orc swordsmen with bright armor led the offensive, and their flying knives were shining in the dim light, followed by ordinary infantry like tides.

Under the shade of sand and dust, their pink temples look black, like countless locusts surging.

Kushbach saw a flying flag made up of reeds and animal bones, a battle flag made of lizard skin waving like fragile green metal, and a turbulent totem pole depicting scales, fangs and forked tongues.

They are unorganized and have no military discipline.

The lycanthropod cavalry and the large group of infantry charged together. He saw sporadic lancers screaming on the lizard as big as the Skug beast. The teeth are inlaid with gold, and the wide spine is packed with a watchtower crowded with lycanthrope gunmen.

Primitive rockets powered by gunpowder burst out of the crowd like fireworks, exploded in Oak's camp, and many arrows with tail feathers fell like raindrops.

The whisper was no longer a whisper, it became a roar.

"Fuck it as silly!"

Kushbach jumped off the ladder and landed next to his men.

No matter which war gang is stationed in the camp to the east of the fort, it has been swallowed by this smelly storm, and Kushbach also knows that as the storm hits, they are facing the risk of being harvested, just like The dense plants were swept away by hungry insects.

He optimistically estimated that they would only have five minutes before the lycanthrope's offensive came to him.

"set!"

He yelled to the boys.

"Release Tiao Tiao from the cage! Put the cannon on a high place! Move me immediately! Move it!"

The boys rushed in a hurry, partly gathering on the open space south of the camp, and partly to strengthen the northern front behind the corral and toilet.

The gunners bared their teeth and tried to move their heavy weapons, ammunition boxes and tripods to new locations. The kid with the barrel on his shoulders ran past them, and there were many hops vomiting between their busy thick legs. Spreading joy with his tongue.

In fact, their camp is not a location worth keeping. The fence is simply piled up with thick wooden stakes and debris. The location is not very advantageous. There is a certain distance from the rock fortress that can be held, but Kushba Ha's pride does not allow him to be driven out of his territory by a group of stinky guys.

"Get ready! Get ready!"

Kushbaha held a gun while yelling at the brat soldier. The adjutant appeared beside him in time and stuffed a loudspeaker into his free hand. This new product is very popular with the bosses and the racing party. I also like to install it on my own car.

"Boys, boys!"

He shouted like this:

"There are a lot of stinky guys this time, but we can hold it!!"

"Reinforcements are coming soon!"

The adjutant also spoke up, and then the huge horn was buckled directly on his head.

"Stop your shit."

Kushbach succinctly ordered him:

"Stand up the flag!"

After speaking, he looked back at the doomsday that was about to consume them.

He realized that it was not the huge numbers of howling enemy troops that made him uneasy, but the dust cloud that appeared together, more than ten times higher than the fortress, and the enemy rushed out of it.

It is like a high mountain range.

The air was full of pungent smoky smells, and the approaching army roared deafeningly. Kushbach could no longer hear the voices of other boys around him.

He scanned the front line from side to side.

The boys did not let him down. Under the extreme situation, they were forced to assemble in a hurry. They were still morale high, holding weapons tightly in their hands, and waiting for them.

He bet that his war gang was the first to beat the enemy force this morning, and how the boys behaved in the next thirty minutes will be crucial.

They alone cannot turn the tide, but by delaying the enemy and slowing down the opponent's pace, the bosses are expected to decide how this **** day will develop.

There are three ten-thousand-member war gangs in the fort. The three bosses determine all affairs within a radius of tens of kilometers. It is very likely that a warlord will be born between them, but so far no one has an advantage in this regard.

Maybe this battle will be an opportunity.

A group of boys with flags of other war gangs rushed to the right wing of the camp and formed a line between the fortress and the camp. They were the war gang whose camp was dispersed before, but the boss didn’t seem to be dead. Instead, they started to gather the boys again. Prepare to fight back.

Another small unit, which was smaller in scale but equipped with large toss guns, also retreated to the back of the camp. Kushbach opened the door to accommodate them.

He will never let go of any chance to increase his strength.

The left flank of the camp is a small creek, and the war gang of another one hundred and ten boy has deployed the simple camp on a higher terrain, and they have also been waiting for it.

Kushbaha nodded, feeling that he was not alone.

He raised the pistol and held it high in the air, and the sound of the bullet being loaded suddenly sounded.

The tide of the enemy forces was less than a quarter of a kilometer away from them, and the sandstorm also swept in. Dozens of Ok Boys who had escaped from the breached camp were rushing.

Kushbach realized that the poor fools were in danger, they were in the line of fire, and he had no conditions to order his subordinates to wait until they were born before firing.

"Is the cannon ready!"

"Okay boss!"

Kushbach’s face is full of indifference, and compassion is an emotion that does not exist in Ouke’s thinking, whether it is for the enemy or himself.

He looked up at the War Gang banner hanging in the dry air. He looked at the pattern on the flag, the smiling little moon, and hoped that sly smile would bless them.

The sky above his head became even darker, turning to the dark red of blood.

"Cannon ready!"

He yelled, and the artillery responded with open throats, and the time had come.

Although the war gang is not big, thanks to the high production capacity of the abandoned city, more than a dozen large-caliber artillery pieces are no problem.

Kushbach drew the hatchet from his waist and made a short slashing motion, spinning it in the air.

This is the first signal.

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