Orc Tyrant

Sindura lowered his head and found that Yadu was looking up at him, waiting.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, then nodded.

"Ok."

He said softly.

"Ok."

He stretched out his hand and hooked Yadu to help him stand up.

The lieutenant wiped his **** mouth with the back of his hand, and he glanced at Sindura, his eyes full of gratitude.

"I will give you the money."

Yadu still had saliva and blood clots in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"I can't say anything."

Sindura smiled again, this action made his scalp hurt again.

"Ok."

He said, patted Yadu on the shoulder.

"Go back, it's time for the military police to patrol the guard."

Yadu tried to smile, but his squashed face failed.

Then he turned and left.

After watching the opponent go away, Sindura closed his eyes again and leaned on the silent track baffle.

He felt his ears ringing, which was a new symptom.

"The wind is very tight these days, don't mess around, if--"

Suddenly, the sound in his ears turned into a harsh scream.

Sindura forced himself to open his eyes and looked around.

His gunner was standing on the spot looking up at the dim night sky, and when Sindura wanted to say something, the prostitute turned and looked at him.

"what is that?"

She asked loudly.

Sindura blinked, then shook his head.

As he moved, he could feel the screaming sound changing. The sound was not coming from his mind, but all around him.

Sindura has seen all kinds of war fronts. He has heard screams when the armor is pierced, and he has run into bunker when the bomb falls.

The sound was like an alarm, but it wasn't like any kind of alarm he had ever heard.

This is not a warning number, nor a collection number. It seems to be something he hasn't heard of, like a scream from a forgotten nightmare to reality.

His head hurts more and his vision blurs.

"I do not know."

He replied, but his voice was drowned in increasingly loud screams.

This moment is midnight, and it is also the moment when the old day and the new day alternate.

The sky before dawn was unusually dark, and the disturbed river bank defense line suddenly awakened from its drowsiness.

In response to possible attacks, humans deployed a large number of illumination lights along the Skasen River. When the first alarm sounded, those searchlights were immediately lit, illuminating the opposite bank and the wide river surface.

For the first time, all the sentries were shocked by the scene in front of them. The banks of the original white sky were already full of Ouke. They pushed and beat each other, roared, and all kinds of floats were held high by them. Overhead.

There is not a single gap on the river bank for thousands of miles!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

At Cardillon’s ferry, a huge roar shattered all the doors and windows around, and under the gathering of searchlights, a towering shadow emerged from the darkness.

With a silver-white shell, a huge barrel-shaped torso, and the head of Oak’s iconic smiling face, two huge red light bulbs emit aggressive flashes, and above the head, an extended platform, Guk was Surrounded by a dozen speakers.

"Tread them down! Slaughter them! Destroy them! They!!!"

Guk lifted his mechanical claws and pointed to the front. His image was projected on the ground by the airship in the sky with a special device, like a 100-meter-high **** appeared on the ground, shrouded in flashing green fluorescence.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !

The boys who witnessed this miracle let out a roar that shattered the sky. This is not a metaphor, but a real one.

Because at this moment, nearly tens of millions of Oaks gathered in Skasen and along the route.

"kill!!!!!"

The roar of Gukna that spread thousands of miles away was soon overshadowed by another roar.

It was the angry howl of the **** of war.

The first battle of Skarson River was fought by artillery.

The assembled Oker artillery fired at the edge of the human observation balloon and observation post. For this attack, Guk assembled all the barrel artillery that could be assembled with a total of more than 8,000, and more than 3,000 rocket launchers. In order to ensure that these war machines can function, Guk has searched almost all the ammunition that can be searched.

On the frontal battlefield, he will throw in more than 50,000 tons of ammunition at once.

Many outposts and bunkers built by humans disappeared in the first wave of shelling.

The dazzling fire light illuminated the entire night sky, and at that moment, the sides of the river bank were even brighter than the sun.

Then, Guk ordered the hundreds of high-power searchlights that had been prepared to light up at the same time.

This is not only to illuminate the situation on the river surface, but also to give a signal to the sky.

Thirty-two flying teams, with more than 800 fighter jets flying across the sky, rushed towards human airports and positions like hungry crows.

On the ground, the human firepower that had been dull for a long time finally began to roar.

However, the tension and high pressure of the past few days has caused most of the people to relax at the last minute. Many officers have already left their posts. Soldiers are fluctuating because of their rotation, and the counterattack efficiency is far lower than their usual training level.

For those who look up at the sky from the ground, the bombing is like falling stars.

The falling bombs are like gold coins that flicker under the fire, and thousands of bombs and rockets fall from the sky.

The most deadly of these is the giant bomb named "Lee Locust".

It was as big as a kid, and when it fell, the outer shell would shatter, like a cocoon, revealing the polished metal inside.

The next layer will easily split in a few seconds, with hundreds of winged bombs sticking to its mother like larvae.

The last layer will be released at a height of one kilometer above the ground, and the mother bomb will rotate at a high speed, and the small bombs will be scattered over a range of several kilometers, enough to cover an entire airport.

In the first time of the bombing, the frontline airport on the Skasen River was paralyzed by 70%.

"Hahaha!!!"

Watching the flames rising from the bank of the Qianli River, Guke raised his head and laughed, the laughter pierced through the sky.

His plan is so simple, and human beings are so stupid.

Why do they think they will not attack?

The so-called casualties?

Guk the Conqueror never cared about casualties!

There was no trickery in his plan from the beginning, because he didn't need to bother to plan anything, he just had to accumulate enough strength, and then hit the deadliest and most direct blow.

Just like what an Oak really does.

This is why he would waste three days.

But his "human think tank" gave him a very good idea.

That is to put pressure on humans, give them a deadline, a goal, and make them nervous enough.

Generally speaking, after high pressure, there is a sudden slack, which is why many people fall on the eve of victory-the closer to such a goal, the easier it is to hold the breath in the chest at the last minute.

Three days.

Guk sent such a signal to humans, and subconsciously they would think that if there is no attack on the third day, then there will be no future.

This kind of thinking Guk is incomprehensible, but some people understand it better than him.

The follow-up is all kinds of pre-attack preparations, including marking concealed important targets, killing the giant machinery that is most likely to pose a threat, sending out strange faces to assassinate, etc...

These little actions made humans panic all day long, and they also convinced them that Guk was just talking big.

Because in their cognition, a real offense will never be a surprise, as if only a sudden attack is consistent with their cognition of this war.

However, they were wrong. They were wrong. From the beginning, Guk's thinking was not in line with human beings.

Now, there is only one thing he needs to conquer...

"Cross the river!!"

In the sound of the huge siren, the white King Kong stepped forward and walked slowly towards the Skassen River.