Orc Tyrant

Truf stopped and scanned his flank.

He thought it might be exposed.

The first and second tactical teams of the special forces team are moving south, entering the canyon, and marching along the crevices in the rock, away from the plains and hills.

The storm refused to go away, trembling, and raging wind roared around the rock formations, leaving jagged cuts in the stone pillars, and the visibility was even worse than when it was on the plains.

Truf needs this kind of weather. His gaze follows the shape of the rocky slope, and none of them is real.

He could feel the tension of the team and their desire to fight, but this was of no help to this reconnaissance operation.

As the earliest special warfare boy under Guke, Truf has never become a real boss. He is not used to bringing so many boys. In terms of lurking and assassination skills, he is not the strongest. He has to talk about his advantages, probably There is only luck.

"Something happened."

The vanguard of the team suddenly made a sound.

"confirm?"

Truf asked in a low voice, and at the same time he made a gesture, and the team stopped immediately.

"I didn't see it clearly."

"Take care of your position."

Beruf whispered the knife and set his pistol on the jagged rock on the right.

The squad does not need such instructions, but they are all part of the battle rhythm. The long-rooted commands have made their combat effectiveness well honed, and there is no need for the special warfare boys in the Blood Axe Legion.

It was a little brighter, the storm seemed to be finally subsiding, and Beruf could see the uneven pale sky on the rocks around him.

Feng Xiao has turned into a dull, dry moan.

He checked the position of the second team, and they were moving north through a shallow canyon half a kilometer.

The three motorcycles that accompanied the special forces squad into the canyon are still in a ready state. Their huge frame is hidden in the sand and dust. Being alone in the rocks will cause them to be seriously exposed, especially the cunning shrimp.

The follow-up action depends on the agent's identification of the target, but so far there is no sign of Xiami attacking from the maze of rock pillars and cliffs.

"Head, see it!"

The kid in front suddenly made an excited voice.

"It's a big guy!"

"Wait."

Truf said quickly, and the rustle of the communicator quickly drowned in the wind.

"I'm coming here."

The special warfare leader stood up and squatted to the front of the squad position.

Pioneer was behind a sloping column of broken weathered rock, crossing the Grand Canyon to overlook a small valley in the east-west direction. Truf came to him without a word, scanning the bottom of the valley when the dust settled.

The result surprised him. Below were three disturbing giant machines whose appearance was completely different from the rude green-skin structure.

Ouke’s super-heavy units are like blocks, draped in pieces of scrap armor.

And these metals have a high degree of perfect elegance, standing far more than ten Truff's height, and their smooth faceless heads swung back and forth to scan their environment.

Each of these three giant machines has its own characteristics.

One of the lower body is a crawler, and the upper body is a human figure. The main body is a giant cannon over ten meters long, and the whole body is dark green.

The second one, the upper body is similar to the first one, but the lower body has six compound feet, its arms and shoulders are carrying a large number of weapons, and the oval abdomen seems to have mystery.

The third is a complete human form, which seems to be ordinary, but Truf can't tell exactly how it is.

But in terms of body size, each of these three is not smaller than Mao Jingang.

Truf quickly opened the communication channel.

"There are big tins for dried shrimps, you have to go back and tell the overlord as soon as you have a puncture."

"Understood, let's withdraw."

"Okay, let your kid wait first."

Just as the words left Truf’s mouth, a malicious popping sounded.

boom!

Vanguard was hit by a precision blow to the left goggles, his head burst open in an instant, and as he fell backward, Truf quickly concealed behind the rock.

"Fuck! I was found!"

He quickly connected to the team's communication channel.

"Did anyone see it?"

There was a negative sound in his ears, and Truf could only scan the rocky **** to his right, using his perception to catch the murderer.

But to no avail, he was completely exposed.

But before he realized it, his senses detected something passing over his head for an instant. It scratched the left side of his helmet, bumped his head to the side, and broke the goggles.

Good luck saved his life, and the communicator flickered and stopped working.

"Get up and do it! Don't wait to die!"

When the order was given, he stood up, moved toward the jagged rocky slope, took off his helmet, and fixed it to the protective belt.

He believes in his vision.

"I saw!"

A kid suddenly yelled:

"Sixty farts are so high, a hundred farts far from the right side of your current trajectory, head!"

"suppress!"

Truf ordered decisively, without confirming the location, and chose to trust that kid.

The squad will suppress the sniper, but there will be more enemies, and he must find them in advance——

boom!

Another shot smashed the boulder on his right, and the fragments of the stone hit his face.

Bang Bang Bang~!

The narrow, dusty space echoed the roar of the squad of counterattacks against snipers, and the first round of firefight tore through the slope.

boom!

Another shot hit Truf's right shoulder and the impact reached the sole of his foot, causing him to turn a half circle.

He suddenly realized why they could get so close to Xiami without being noticed. This is most likely a trap. The trap was set as early as when they arrived in the canyon——

So they must respond quickly.

Counterattack, this is the primary principle of resisting ambushes. To deal with snipers, speed and ferocity are more important.

Continue to expose for a few minutes, and the remaining members of the team will definitely be wiped out.

"Kill it!"

Truf called, and jumped out of the slope, when another shot brushed his bald head and scratched his face.

This time he found the muzzle.

From the top of the dusty wind-eroded boulder, at first glance it looks like just another dusty ledge.

Truf took out a pistol from his back and shot.

The next moment, the rock moved slightly, and the sniper released the invisibility cloak that had disguised it so well, exposing his figure.

He was wearing a closed helmet, and the other parts of the armor were perfectly integrated with the dusty environment by the invisible cloak, and the air was filled with bursting bullets.

The sniper turned around, holding a long rifle in his hand, and fled up the hillside.

But he could not go far.

A bullet from Truf hit his calf, splashing his blood, and the whole leg broke under the shot, revealing pale bones.

"You're done!"

Truf kicked the sniper rifle aside and let it off the rock, and when the rifle was leaving, the sniper used his remaining good legs to reach his knees.

There was a long, slender dagger, and he used it to pierce the soft area between Truf's groin and thigh.

"Hey!"

The special warfare boss deflected the blade of the pistol and counterattacked with the dagger in the other hand, while the sniper twisted it flexibly, and then grabbed his guard belt and pierced it out again.

Ok slapped the opponent's arm sharply, then stabbed a dagger and cut off his head.

The sniper fell, his helmet split, and the dagger slipped from his hands, but Truf didn't have time to taste the victory.

He felt the rock vibrate.

For a while, he worried that the landslide was caused, and then he realized that the situation was far worse than this.

There was a deep trembling hum in the air. I heard this sound a few minutes ago. It was the noise made by Xiami's machinery.

The ground under the feet of the special warfare boss was trembling with the sound of another footstep, and when he turned around, the shadow fell on him.

It is the third mecha. Its muzzle on its hand points to the ground, and the sun is covered by its tall, slender body.

At that moment, Truf knew he was dead soon.

Then the air shuddered, and the flames gradually condensed in the muzzle, like a long-silent volcano accumulating energy. At this time, the surrounding gunshots also rang. The special forces team was caught in double nets, and they had nowhere to hide. , Can only perish one by one in the canyon.

Truf remained motionless.

He faced the giant directly, but in his mind he imagined the scene when it encountered Mao King Kong. It must be a good battle, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

Accompanied by a roar that shook the sky and the earth, Truf held the battle dagger high and rushed towards the steel giant...

Everything was lost in the more intense sound of cannons.