Orc Tyrant

The hundreds of tanks that had just been in a dead silence suddenly burst into roars, full of hunger and thirst for battle.

This roar echoed between the rock walls, converging into a whole, and the clamor was constantly changing.

The armored soldiers are riding the torrent of steel and rushing forward. Logmus sat down with the heavy machine gun on the turret and watched the rock rapidly pass by his sides.

Then he saw the exit on the northern cliff.

"Just a little bit!"

He thought to himself:

"Just go through there and you're there."

Out of sight, the path plunged into the nihility of the cruel star, and in the crimson dark night, hundreds of meters from there was swallowed by darkness.

He looked at the gap with confidence, believing that he had made the right choice and that it was the only choice.

The flag car quickly drove through the gap, and he turned to look at it until the gap disappeared from his vision.

Rogermus continued to face the rear until he thought that the entire regiment had already pulled out of the canyon before turning around and heading forward again, preparing to order the armored troops to accelerate forward. He should contact Company Commander Krenz now.

He thought that he should let the frontline troops know that he was coming.

"There is an ambush!"

"Enemy attack! Turn! I let you—"

"Sir! Sir!"

Suddenly, the radio exploded.

Various reports and curses poured into his earphones like a tide, and the human voice gradually became fragmented and full of fear.

Logmus patrolled around quickly, but only saw a line of chariots neatly following him through the night.

"What happened! Don't mess! Report one by one!"

But then, he heard a sound from a distance.

He heard the evil consequences of his mistakes. It was the sound of a mechanical crash. This sound gradually overwhelmed the sound of the engine and enveloped the entire group, becoming closer and closer and finally becoming visible. The scene appeared in his eyes.

He saw the collapse of the armor and the Okers engulfing the entire regiment along the way.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

The terrifying scene is getting closer, and the hustle and bustle on the battlefield seems to have a certain meaning.

The shuddering rage of monsters' gunfire and machine collision sounded like bursts of raging laughter.

It was no ordinary ambush unit that rushed from the mountains to the 23rd Armored Regiment like a storm.

Its scale exceeded Rogermus' imagination. He could not judge the organization of the enemy at all. He could only see those war machines entering the battlefield with the large forces, and the flag flying above was a pale iron fist holding a tomahawk tightly.

The heavy fists of the Iron Fist Legion struck out suddenly, smashing the human face severely.

The super-heavy dirty car tank squeezed the smaller vehicles aside and ran over the soldiers who could not dodge.

They are called "battle fortresses". They are almost the size of the huge rock on the cliff, and the shape is very distorted, like a savage behemoth. The secondary artillery of these tanks roars and the vent pipes installed on the body are gushing out. Black smoke, it looks like an arsenal will be

Has turned into a mobile machine, bringing destruction to the enemy.

Following the "battle fortress" came a more terrifying monster-General Mao.

Roger Mouss has heard countless stories about it, but he laughs out loud every time.

When he saw the appearance of these machines with his own eyes, he just mocked them.

Look at its rudimentary design: a barbaric shape made up of a pile of metal plates randomly spliced ​​together, arms made by stacking all kinds of useless weapons on top of it, and an image that mimics their gods. The two corners that go up, the only bit of artistic creation is so barbarous

Poor people.

But now he can't laugh.

Although the warlord Mao is smaller than King Kong, it is enough to scare Rogermus, who has never been in contact with a Titan-level unit in a quiet distance.

The enemy Titan is right in front of him now, and to make matters worse, there is no shadow of the human Titan in his vision.

Only a few high-level officials knew about the withdrawal of the Citizens Temple troops.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !

In all directions, from top to bottom, the green tide roared towards Logmus, and a powerful aura crossed the herd and knocked him to the ground.

His lips trembled constantly, and his whole body became numb from fear.

His soul seemed to have left his body, watching his reactions like an unconscious outsider, his chin was slightly open, his eyes widened, his hands hanging limply beside him, there was no breath, except for watching The greenskins ravaged their own troops and could do nothing.

The music of destruction played by the deep gunfire made the night sky shake.

Some lesser but more unpleasant noise entered his ears, and he realized they were coming from his earphones.

Screams continued on the radio, and various retreat and counterattack orders were mixed together.

At the same time, he heard his name repeatedly, at first it was a question, then it turned into a petition, and finally it turned into a lot of curses.

Logmus came back to his senses, blinked a few times, sorted his thoughts, and said to the headset:

"All combat units obey orders!"

He found that there was a firmness and confidence in his voice that he had always lacked, after all, he had no other choice.

"All combat units obey orders!"

He shouted again in the strong tone that a commander should have:

Then he saw three heavy tanks cooperating with each other trying to attack the nearest Mao Ge warrior. They were "Fire Sword", "Iron Bell" and "Iron Maiden".

Roger Musz knew their members well, and these people had much more experience in warfare than him.

At first he was worried that they would disobey his orders, but now he is silently praising their autonomous actions.

The three cars moved in the direction away from the green-skinned army, turned the turret to the rear of the car, and fired at the enemy alternately with extremely high firing frequency.

Their shells converged into a powerful shock wave and slammed on General Mao's body, causing its front armor to fall apart and retreat several steps in a row.

But soon the giant machinery began to move forward again, and the sound of footsteps made the earth tremble.

It raised the cannon on its left arm and began to vent its anger.

A shell hit the top of the "Burning Sword", and the ammunition depot and fuel tank immediately exploded, resulting in a larger explosion, and the entire tank exploded to pieces.

While firing, Gu Juju raised his right arm and aimed at the "iron bell". At the end of its arm was a hook larger than those used by cranes in the port area.

It punched into the side armor of the tank, and the harsh scratching sound of metal cutting through the **** night sky.

The tank shook violently in the extreme pain, as if the meat on the chopping board was ravaged by giant claws.

It didn't take long for the giant beast to find the occupants in it, and then, the screams of people joined the metal chorus, and blood sprayed from the inside of the tank.

General Mao did not take care of the third tank. A dirty tank at the beginning solved the problem with its crushing power.

It rushed to the side of the "Iron Maiden" and stuck it tightly, and Ouke's infantry swarmed up, banging the tank's armor frantically until a kid brought a sunder hammer.

"All combat units obey orders!"

Roger Mouss spoke in an already hoarse voice, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"All combat units..."

Finally, he didn't even have the last bit of strength to speak.

But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't need to say anything. The Ork army swallowed the entire 23rd regiment in a very short period of time, dispersing and breaking the troops, even the canyon itself seemed to have joined the torrent.

Roger Muss pulled the headset off, ignoring the crying and begging.

The forces that resisted Ouke used companies as units to fight individually, without coordination at all. Facing the elite Iron Fist Legion, they were completely maneuvering arms.

They can't stop this green tide, they just can live a little longer.

The squally wind continued to approach Rogermus.

In a trance, he heard the machine gun fired by his subordinates.

But he doesn't care about these anymore.

A giant beast more than ten meters high stood in front of him. Now he is too numb to feel ashamed of himself.

All he can do is pray.