Orc Tyrant

Boom~!

The shells exploded in the air, creating red, orange or yellow vortexes in the clouds, and setting off the outlines of the dark gray bunker in the Lins Basin.

Warlord Baer Zhijin was very satisfied with his army's ability to replicate the dawn scene of this faction at midnight.

Every explosion caused by artillery, every bombing from a high-altitude fighter, left its mark on the sky.

He deliberately spent a short time watching this battle.

Countless battles will be forgotten even by an Ouke.

For these lives whose daily lives are fighting, wars never end.

Before that, he had fought humans across the river for almost two years.

With the arrival of Guk, he and his army reversed the stalemate.

Corinth V used to produce munitions and vehicles for the vast army of the Empire, and the residents here are proud of their work.

It was difficult for Bal Jijin to guess how long it would take them to cross the river if Guk did not come.

It's not that they don't have this ability, even if they pay a price dozens of times more than they are now, only three warlords are willing, and Skarson River is by no means an obstacle.

The only obstacle comes from themselves.

When there was no unified leadership, the confrontation between the three warlords never stopped.

For example, after the capture of Cardillon, they almost fought another battle of the same scale as before.

Just to determine the ownership of a few streets.

Ouke is a creature that focuses on the moment. Planning and vision naturally don’t exist in their minds. Bal Zijin understands this very well, but this does not change the energy he spends on confronting his colleagues much more than he spends on dealing with Xiami The fact of energy.

It is hard to imagine that if there is no Guk, then in order to initiate this war, he must first eliminate nearly two-thirds of the same kind in the same area.

It sounds crazy, but it's true.

Their empire is so large and powerful, but so fragile, everything is maintained on a single powerful individual.

Now, the Oaks are almost about to win.

His soldiers are preparing to launch the final attack, and those weak shrimps will be completely destroyed.

With this final blow, the Bloodfang Legion will open the way to Dunwich, the Occan Empire will win, he and his Legion will also win—everyone wants to win the race.

As for the capture of this basin, it is said that a large number of dried shrimps are stationed in an open area, but Bal Zhijin is not concerned.

"This kind of scene really doesn't get tired of looking at it."

The warlord stood alone on top of the rocky plateau overlooking the entire battlefield.

He likes to enjoy such time best.

Before the battle, the world looked like another, calm and peaceful.

A moment of tranquility is rare in an eternal combat career.

Suddenly, the warlord noticed a familiar trace in the sky, and he understood that the time had come.

Ranu, a member of the Jiaya La Guard, an elite bodyguard of Balzhijin, climbed to the top of the mountain with a strong step and stood beside his lord.

Ranu is the largest Jiaya La that Bal Zijin knows, and possesses the unparalleled supernatural power bestowed by a hairy soul.

More important than his size is that Ranu is one of Bal Zhijin’s longest and closest friends and his most trusted guard.

In the earliest battle of Bloodfang Fortress, Ranu fought side by side with him to the end, becoming one of dozens of surviving boys who were just a bunch of new recruits at that time.

"Have the troops been assembled?"

"Yes, Boss Baer, ​​Jia Yala is waiting for your order."

Ranu replied, the armor on his body choked with heavy footsteps. This is a primitive but very strong steam armor. It has the defensive power to withstand small-caliber artillery, but there are only big men like Ranu. Can withstand the weight of nearly a ton.

On the battlefield, Ranu is an invincible two-legged tank.

Bar Zhijin turned around and patted Ranu's shoulder, looked at the human head strung on the spikes, and smiled:

"Although this is their duty, I still hate them for leaving me to end this war alone, Ranu, let me give this pile of **** shrimp the last blow."

Jia Fang nodded heavily, and the bone pendant on his body clinked.

"How is the battle now?"

Bal Jijin asked again.

"The shrimps have been defeated, but some of them have built small firepower spots in the remaining bunkers. The boys have trapped them in them, and they will be roasted as soon as the burning boys arrive."

"Very well, we have some tricky tasks to do, and those dried shrimps will be stunned at the end."

"What, boss?"

"My instinct tells me that they are tempting us into the illusion of victory...At such a moment, they did not fight back desperately. In every other place, the shrimps would even jump up and bite like a jump. Here, in this seemingly reliable bunker group, they flee? No, I don't think so, they are in big trouble, but trapped beasts are the most dangerous."

Bal Tijin grinned, showing his long, sharp teeth.

"Of course, Ouke is the same."

The Jiaya Las are ready, and three of the best fighters under Baer Zhijin, steel nails, iron sickles and bronze hammers, are waiting for him.

They are the most loyal and experienced of his fighters, and have proven themselves hundreds of times.

Now, they will prove themselves once again, and every Oak enjoys such an opportunity.

The Jiayala are divided into eight parts, and each part is marked by a single-color flag, so the leaders of Jiayala are also called flag owners.

Ranu is the owner of the green flag, the steel nail is the owner of the white flag, the iron sickle is the owner of the black flag, and the yellow flag owner of the copper hammer.

These four banners are Jiayala's main combat forces, accounting for more than 60% of the total, and the remaining four banners are composed of relatively professional boys.

For example, the red flag is composed of motorcycle boys, the blue flag is mainly storm boys, the gray flag is Jia Ya La’s artillery and armor, and the colored flags are reserves, similar to the existence of the boot camp. All recruited boys will stay in the colored flags. For a period of time to accept killing-style training-only one in ten of the kid can eventually be assigned to the other Seven Banners.

Jia Yala's system was perfected by Bal Zijin himself, and it has become his most proud deed. Only Beruf of the Blood Axe Legion can design such a fine structure.

"Each of you will lead a small team, Ranu, I want you to take over the flanks, the steel nails, you take your kid and the copper hammer parallel, and I will lead the iron sickle and the black flag."

This decision is meaningful. The iron sickle is currently the most recruited among the four flags, and Bal Zijin prefers to fight with the newly joined, youngest and most tireless fighters.

They are wild and untamed, with a primitive desire for victory that needs to be guided by force.