Orc Tyrant

The soldiers walked carefully into the village, first through the burning barn.

The air is full of smells of blood, rot, smoke and death, and the burned grains give off a weeping smell.

Under all these appearances, Grana can unearth the most important one from many clues: barbaric atrocities.

The enemy was here, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up suddenly.

The soldiers spent the next ten minutes in silence, communicating only through gestures and body language.

As the most elite "green devil" pioneers on the front line, every squad is familiar with each other, and every soldier must cover his brothers.

In the long-term infiltration and reverse osmosis operations, the New California Republic has trained a group of the most elite special soldiers. They are experts in squad operations, and each of them has multiple combat experience against Ouke.

Their main task is to eliminate the few Oukes that pass through the defensive loopholes, and cross the river when necessary to perform sabotage tasks.

This time they received the report that a team of Oak swims across the river at dawn.

They all know that there are not many Oaks who can swim, but they must be the most difficult guy-learning to swim seems to be more difficult for Oak than death.

But so far, there has not been any enemy attack, although survivors have reported seeing multiple enemies.

Ragnar discovered some tunnels.

"Greenskin ran away..."

He muttered and let out a low growl, and he remembered the story in the newspaper that the Duke of Eugene of the East defeated Greenskin.

In the circumstance of being surrounded, in order not to sit still, his troops used pipes and tunnels to ambush those green skins, and New California also imitated some underground fortifications on the front line.

But it is inevitable that some Ouke will get in, although most of them will not live long.

"Disperse the enemy and keep your distance."

The teams dispersed, searching for the remaining resistance.

The Green Devil has only small teams and brigade. Ragnar is a team leader with 120 soldiers under his command.

Ragnar was worried that they had left too far, so he turned on his communicator:

"Ainu, report your location and situation."

"We have entered a ruin that looks like a corral along the fence outside the village. We are just north of you. It's calm here, boss... a bit too calm.

In the long battle with Ouke, their name has become a bit "Octoized."

"Also stay alert, we are now at a bombed intersection on the west edge of the village, near a white church, it's over."

Ragnar turned to the green devils beside him, all of them as strong as Oak, smeared with green camouflage patterns, keen to fight and tireless.

Sometimes, it is necessary to fight the beast with the beast.

On the far right, Alek, one of the youngest fighters in the team, watched vigilantly around him, always keeping his flamethrower working, and the low roar of the ignition device was like a hungry beast.

Ragnar shook his head.

"Stay steady, boys, keep your eyes open and stay alert."

Humhhhh~!

Suddenly, Ragnar heard a bang from the east house.

It was a two-story wooden building, which was supposed to be the residence of the village chief, but to Ragnar it looked like a huge tomb.

The windows of the house were dark and lifeless, but Ragnar and his team heard some sounds distinctly.

Alek rushed out a few meters, raised the flamethrower in his hand, and let out a roar of eagerness to fight.

"There, sir, in..."

These are the last words of Alek.

Bang~!

A bullet pierced the soldier's head, and flying skull fragments scattered in front of his body.

What surprised Ragnar was that after the attack came to himself.

This is an ambush!

Da Da Da~!

The rapid sound of shooting sounded behind the team, and Ragnar felt a bullet bounce off the wall against which he was leaning.

"Ainu, ambush, we are suppressed by crossfire! Hold your position and watch out for their fire raids."

Ragnar roared, as if he was more like an Ouke boss than a non-commissioned officer.

"The number of enemies is unknown."

Suddenly, in the surrounding area where the team was hiding, fragments of masonry and clay exploded. The heat wave of the explosion melted the stones and steel bars.

The soldiers yelled, gathered around a target and tried to attack the enemy, looking more like a group of Okers than well-trained fighters.

"Look for cover!"

Ragnar ordered, but his voice was masked by a strong explosion.

There are so many smells in the air that it is difficult to distinguish and identify the specific identity of the enemy, although this is not very important.

They are surrounded.

They can only see the enemy's figures appearing and disappearing from time to time, just like being smoked in a strong wind, and they disappeared when they could just see.

At this time Ulick, Pori and the other three stopped.

Ragnar knew they had found the target, and he knew...

"Uric, Pori, stop."

Ragnar shouted, but it was too late and they turned the direction of the church by mistake.

He has lost control of the situation, his team will attack this dark grave, Ragnar has no choice.

"Damn **** stuff..."

He cursed in a low voice, then fired violently at the enemy's possible position with his pistol.

"charge!"

Ragnar roared and rushed into the church with a huge shotgun.

The soldiers heard their captain's order, and the charge immediately replaced the confusion, and the other members of the squad followed Ragnar with shouts of battle.

"For the motherland! Kill all the green skins!"

The green devils rushed into the church while pouring bullets inward.

Everyone is eager to bloodbath those invisible enemies, and a whole team of fighters are fighting to advance, and everyone wants to make the first contribution.

But before the green devils touched the enemy, the floor suddenly curled and exploded.

boom!

The rocket attack slowed their pace and took the lives of two fighters at the same time.

Ragnar was also blown up.

In mid-air, he saw his shotgun and a soldier's arm melted together, and immediately realized that he and his brothers were not facing ordinary Ok, but the cunning Okter team.

This group of most dangerous enemies is well-equipped and carefully planned in action. Ragnar's former boss died in the cunning and chaotic confrontation.

The green devils were suddenly in crisis.

Ragnar only had a few seconds to regain control, and he immediately got up and walked through the bunker, trying to gain a better view.

Blinking his eyes, a chill wrapped Ragnar's heart. Behind a large collapsed wall, he found the enemy he was facing-at least twelve Green Pete warriors with guns!

WAAAAAAAGH! !

Ragnar saw a green skin step forward from the smoke from the battle. The dark green armor on his huge body seemed to be covered with moist mud, apparently it hadn’t been long before they swam up from the river!

This guy waved a flail in one hand, and the whistle sound was like a winter wind, while in the other hand, he used a rough patchwork pistol to continuously spit out death.

When the green skin yelled and shot, Ragnar felt a wave of hatred and anger hit his face.

Every bullet was shot at the green devils as the guy expected.

The captain raised his weapon and began to fight back, but the Oker immediately jumped to the side, instinctively avoiding all the shots.

For a moment, Ragnar suddenly thought that the smoke might have been made by Oak.