Orc Tyrant

"Soka, slowly connect the power back. Let me see if I can move."

After the technical deputy started to work, he listened to the sound of the engine changing, and the gears snapped together with a dull click.

He felt pain in his chest, and then he realized that he was holding his breath.

Suddenly there was a bang, and the Hammer began to stagger forward. The noise of the engine became lower as the power was reduced, followed by the familiar rumble when moving.

They are moving, slower than walking, but still moving, which means they have survived without a doubt.

"Hammer, this is a bark, what happened?"

"The explosive head calls the hammer, calls the hammer, can you hear it?"

"Miviman, where did you die?"

Soon, the microphone that had been disturbed suddenly worked, and the separated convoy made contact again.

Miviman discovered that they were no more than one kilometer away from each other, but they were completely unaware of each other's existence.

Because of this, they lost half of their combat effectiveness. A few hours ago, they boasted to each other about how powerful their armor was, but now they are all scrap metal, and Miviman felt a little embarrassed.

The mist began to truly dissipate, and the moist sea breeze dissipated the unknown mist, as if a ghost that had been entwining them had left.

"parking!"

After confirming that all the remaining tanks were assembled, Miviman made a decision. He stopped the Hammer and opened the hatch.

The air outside was very humid, full of the salty smell of the sea, and all kinds of burnt stench, metal and flesh and blood were still smoking, the battlefield was very messy, and you could see the corpses of **** who were thrown out of the chariot everywhere. Broken crew members.

Armored operations are not allowed to fail, because once they fail, there is a high probability that the crew members inside will not survive.

"What exactly is this?"

He began to examine the weird things that had attacked them, but most of them had turned into foul-smelling pus, and he found a light blue crystal in the dense blood vessel line.

"what is this?"

Ur, who was on the side, brought his face closer, and said:

"I've seen it!"

"Say."

"It's just that last time there was a group of things that didn't know what to do. They went to the abandoned city to make trouble, and they were beaten away. Their corpses looked like this. They were all turned into water. There was just this kind of stone inside.

When he said that, Miviman also felt that the thing was pinched in his hand and his whole body was numb, very comfortable, so he put it directly into his pocket.

"Maybe the boss knows where it came from."

The captain and crew of other tanks also crawled out. They looked around, but they didn't find anything too special, and the destroyed tanks—

"They're all dead, not even a fart survivor."

The initial team had a total of ten tanks, including the Hammer. The only survivors are Razor, Sawtooth, Explosive Number One, and Onslaught.

The Fury, Death Light, Red Eye, and the scattered mad words, the Headhunter were all damaged in this unfamiliar area. The loss is not unreasonable, and to a large extent it needs his commander to be responsible. .

Miviman felt very depressed. He lost more than half before he even reached the battlefield. How should he explain to the boss?

If I didn’t die this time, I might have to be strangled to death when I went back.

"Let's take these corpses, the boss has an explanation when asked."

"Fine."

"And those scrapped cars, remove all the usable parts."

Waste has never been in Oak’s dictionary. Even tanks that have been destroyed are of extremely high value. For example, armor plates and tracks can be used to repair the damaged parts of the Hammer, and even the well-preserved ones. Cannons can also be mounted.

The mechanics are best at this, and the disassembly and assembly are completed in a short time.

Because of the "patch", the Hammer looked more broken, but it was actually stronger than before. The temporary secondary gun was installed on the turret in the open air and controlled by the farts.

The track was also replaced with a new one. Originally, Miviman wanted to wear the Red Eye laser cannon, but because the Hammer had to carry those weird corpses, this thing could only leave a razor number.

They had been busy until it was almost dark before they finished packing up and set off again to the location of Saint Spear Fort.

But shortly after the Ouke team left, a dark back slowly floated on the adjacent sea, like a behemoth that had been lurking for a long time, breathing out of the sea.

Under the blood-red sunset, the nearly one-kilometer giant is so magnificent that the distant sea reefs are dwarfed.

As the raised hatch slowly opened, an elevator emerged from the back.

Two figures in cyan robes and silver masks walked out, standing on the slippery metal backs and looking out at the coast.

"Lucius-type flesh and blood warrior, 2 kills, Vanguard Steelman, 3 kills, self, ha ha... all destroyed."

"These two are land-based main combat weapons that can be mass-produced under current conditions. Don't pick and choose."

"A small armored commando with no reasonable tactics, no reasonable command, and only ten can't eat it. Are you kidding me with such a main battle weapon?"

"You are the chairman of the War Committee. You have to understand the people in the Technology Department and the Production Department. We are short of raw materials and infrastructure, so we can only do it first."

"Come on, this is something Ouke made out of rubbish. Anyway, I will truthfully submit the specific report to the parliament. The War Committee does not want to accept such inferior weapons."

After speaking, one figure disappeared, leaving the other alone looking at the coastline.

"How come these trash things like Ouke can be hit like this?"

"Inspector Herend."

After a while, another person walked out of the elevator, with the same appearance, but with a black iron mask on his face.

"The lycanthrope wants us to use the weather control device to create a Foehn wind, and in terms of weapons, they have suffered a very serious loss today, hope-"

The sound from under the black iron mask was immediately interrupted by the rough hum.

"What a joke! Foehn is said to be created? Tell Lilin that we can help it maintain two foggy days at most. If it can't handle it after two days, then I'm sorry, we can only help here."

"But the committee..."

"I will explain to the chairman that this is undoubtedly a failed investment. These mutants have no ability to cause any trouble to Oak. Why are there people who want to use them to contain Oak's rear?"

The person in the silver mask turned around abruptly and stared at each other with azure eyes. The black iron mask immediately took two steps back, waved his hand, and explained:

"Inspector General, this is a joint resolution made by the parliament. I think... you still think about it."

"You don't need to think about it, just do it this way, and throw all the remaining steel soldiers into the battlefield.

"this is."

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