Orc Tyrant

Chapter 804: Lao Luo

This was the 125th day that Miviman, a dirty car mechanic, served in the Guards, and it was also the 18th day of the battle against Mihir Mountain.

Before attacking the largest and final fortress of mankind, the attack on mine clearance seemed more difficult than imagined.

On the one hand, for unknown reasons, the originally united idle war gangs began to fight with each other again, as if they had become wild animals overnight, and showed no mercy to their former comrades.

Miviman attributed this to the influx of a large number of new boys from the south. The waaagh energy formed by this war is so great that it can be felt in the sinister wasteland thousands of miles away. It is said that there will be countless new people in that area every day. The kid is born.

The conquering army led by Guk has not only not decreased in number until now, it has become more than before departure.

However, it is obvious that the new kid and the war gang do not know a lot of "rules." They and the kid and the war gang who arrived earlier, because of various factors such as loot and turf, have broken out countless conflicts, so they are on the front line in the various legions. At that time, the flames of war behind the front were never extinguished. The boys armed themselves with the garbage they picked up, and then began fighting with the surrounding gangs.

This is the ecological and social form of Oak. Miviman is not surprised at all, but what makes him feel annoyed is that because of the intensified gang fighting, the parts and ammunition needed to repair the tank are often not delivered to the front on time. The temporary workshops cannot meet the demand immediately.

So he has been troubled these days.

His dirty car squad was deployed around a certain mining city, where it was first cleaned up, but the fate of the original equipment can be guessed from the scattered wreckage.

Miviman was so angry about the stealing behavior of the scavenger boy that he muttered to these poor parts for many days, so today is the first time he has gone out since repairing the car behind closed doors.

And the reason that allowed him to temporarily drop the damaged parts and drink with his subordinates on the front line is because a bunch of scavengers are besieging a human-maintained mine washing ground, and they paid a good price. , Let Miviman's tank to assist.

After drinking a barrel of black mushroom wine, the first round of shelling came to an end.

"Another car of shells was consumed."

The scavenger boss spread his hand to Miviman, and then pointed to a four-wheeled wooden cart of a fart, which was filled with shells after being hit.

"It seems that the effect is not good."

Miviman narrowed his eyes and looked at the tattered helmets densely behind the bunker, and the brown-red fences and bunkers in the distance.

"Weird, how can the sand resist the shells?"

"You're blind, Gear Boy, look carefully, it's all iron!"

"Could it be... they dug it out of the ground?"

"No, that's the mechanical equipment they dismantled. Look, it's an excavator. There is a boom there... Otherwise, why would I come to this place and it's difficult to hit? It's not because of the oil and water. Before the other guys don’t find out, hurry up."

………………

"second round?"

After a while, the new pallet arrived, and the stacked cannonballs piled on it. Before the panting **** spirits came to rest in a hurry, they were driven by the boys to remove the cannonballs.

The scavenger gang also took a look at Miviman. His twelve super heavy tanks were arranged more than a hundred meters away from here, with their muzzles slightly raised, ready to fire again at any time.

"No, no! Those things are useful to me!"

Obviously, in the eyes of Miviman, the lives of a group of boys are far less valuable than a large excavator.

"I also know, but does this require all of our lives to fill in?! Then what do you ask you to do."

Obviously these words did not touch Miviman.

"I don't need the balance you paid, but the excavator has to be given to me. I need the above parts, complete!"

"Gear kid, you have to be clear, that's not realistic."

The scavenger boss shook his head.

"Such a vast open field, without any cover or cover... We are not those white helmet boys who wear good irons and hold good guys. As for the firepower of dried shrimps, you just saw..."

"I think so."

Miviman frowned.

As far as he knows, the enemies in this mine were not stationed here at first. They were driven all the way here. There is no mine nearby that can allow them to retreat, which is equivalent to saying that this human force has been besieged. Up.

A group of enemies who were besieged to death, even if they were assholes, would kill their lives. Miviman knew this very well.

"There is no hole in this place. In other words, these shrimps have no way out. I know one thing. You have to eat and drink every day, or you will die. How many days have you been here?"

"Six... I count, uh, thirteen days."

"Thirteen days, even if those dried shrimp are ready to eat, it should be almost there."

"and so?"

The scavenger boss stared at the mechanic curiously. He felt that the price he had paid was indeed indicative. The guy who came out of the overlord really had a good head—this legend was widely spread in the sinister wasteland.

"Find a way to make them surrender by themselves."

"Unrealistic."

"I saw that the flags of these shrimps are not black, only those shrimps are hard bones, and the others should not be so stiff."

"But how do you make them surrender?"

"Use what you eat, use what you like to eat, and you have to let a live shrimp come out."

"Where can I get this?"

"Maybe...not necessarily."

Miviman touched his chin with a greasy hand, a smirk appeared on his face.

The piercing music sounded slowly.

So ten minutes later, he was sitting in the restaurant of the field camp at the back, and the boys around were talking to him excitedly. Because of the guard emblem on his body, many boys saw the technicians serving the overlord for the first time.

"Anyone? Punch the shrimp to the sky~"

"Anyone? Kick the shrimp into the ground~"

"Praise and fuck!"

Due to this warm atmosphere, Miviman had to keep smiling and sing loudly with a group of boys, and then smirked.

At the entrance of the restaurant, there was also a sign with a grimace Ok and a funny-looking Skugger with the words "Skugger is unsold, save me!"

"Ah, I'm glad that you were in position again on time, Boss Miviman."

At this time, the boss of the restaurant, Old Rocca, opened the curtain of the kitchen, and the smell of Scrooge's chowder on the plate in his right hand made the craftsman realize that he was really hungry.

So he nodded and smiled as a greeting.

Naturally, there is no need for the mechanic to do it when sharing the meal, the fart Jing will do it for him.

"Let me guess, the purpose of your coming this time is not just for a meal?"

Miviman took a big bite.

It's really good taste. As an asshole, there must be a reason to open the restaurant so prosperously.

And Miviman happens to be one of the Ouke who knows this "reason".

"How did you guess it?"

"Usually you sneak in through the back door."

The mechanic confessed twice.

"Indeed, I want to borrow a cook."

The fart suddenly swallowed the carrot in his mouth.

"Who?"