Orc Tyrant

Close to the wall, the soldier Morris trembles constantly under the recoil force of the rifle, and the smog of gunpowder fills the fortress, which smokes the oil lamp flickering and flickering. There are fifteen companions on this floor. He shot together, but their bullets hit the crowded green tide ahead, and there was no effect at all.

It was another shot, and the smoke rose from the back of the barrel. Morris didn’t have time to check the results of his battle. He quickly drew a bullet from the bullet belt. After the initial panic, he has gradually calmed down. It’s not how much he is. Brave, purely because they have no choice.

He saw with his own eyes that Fort No. 42 on the front left was blown into a pile of rubble, and then Ouke dragged out the undead soldiers and strung them on their crude weapons, and laughed at the screams of human beings. From that time on , He already understands-they will inevitably die.

As a man of Aksum, he must not allow these beasts to rush into his hometown. If he really wants to die, then taking as many green skins as possible before death will be his only mission.

Suddenly, he saw a barrage sweeping past, trying to intercept them before Ouke reached the two wings of the fort. This was the nearby bunker No. 12. They finally opened fire again after being silent for a long time. Morris thought their machine guns had been scrapped. It.

The tracer bullets kept flying across the ground, shooting out a ball of sparks in the dark. It was the effect of hitting the Ouke armor. The machine's strafe could not stop them. Morris remembered that when he first came to serve in the fort, the veterans were in the tavern. Bragging about how many green skins they slaughtered with machine guns, but now it seems they are bragging more.

waaaaaaagh!

The sound of guns and the roar of Green Skin didn't shake Morris' mind, but the other soldiers did not necessarily.

"Grenades! They are coming!"

The cries of the officer echoed in the fort, and he was standing on top of the fort, commanding their only heavy firepower, an outdated field gun.

The Ork troops rushed very close, and Morris could even clearly see their disgusting faces—the protruding square jaws, the tangled fangs, and more smudge marks, they With a cry of excitement, ignoring the rain of bullets splashing on the face, they took heavy steps to raise the pistol and the machete straight to the fortress, as if they believed that they could take down this thing alone.

There are so many of them that Morris even had an illusion for a moment, as if he was back on the beach, facing the endless ocean.

But the thing in his hand did not stop, and the grenade with wooden handle was taken from the waist. This is the latest military product of the empire. It is said that the design scheme came from a small kingdom in the west, but the very simple way to use it is very fast. It was unanimously welcomed by military workers to soldiers, and Morris was even an expert bomber in the company—he could throw this thing 90 meters away.

"Everyone prepare!"

As the squad leader, he glanced around and confirmed that everyone was hooking the handle with their fingers.

"1, 2, 3!"

The pull ring was torn off, and the burning squeak sounded around. Everyone threw the grenades from the shooting port. Although the environment limited the distance and accuracy of their throwing, these were no longer needed at this time, because Ouke was close. It's close at hand, and it's as dense as the sand on the ground.

Boom boom boom boom~!

In the successive fires and explosions, many Ouke rolled to the ground in wailing, and the dense formation became a little looser, but this was not enough.

boom!

The field artillery on the top of the fort fired, and the hot solid iron ball cut a **** path in the green leather queue. Various limbs and visceral fragments were thrown high and fell on the surrounding Ouke’s head, agitating. They have a stronger desire to kill.

"carry on!"

He was about to launch another round of bombing, but suddenly a huge impact came from the wall, throwing him away and hitting the gray wall behind him.

Ok's artillery fired back.

After a while, Morris shook his head and propped up his upper body. The roar of his ears turned all the noisy surroundings into vague echoes. He shook his head again and barely escaped from the dizziness.

But the sight before him made him feel desperate. In the dust and smoke, he saw a large hole three meters away to the right of where he was before, and the broken bricks scattered on the ground. A gray figure crawled on the ground, and there was no more movement.

The worst is Ed. He is in that position. Now, except for one thigh, there is no more complete part of the whole person. The surrounding walls are covered with traces of blood splashing and some sticking to it. minced meat.

"Are there still alive!"

Morrie was struggling to stand up, his voice hoarse from the gunpowder smoke.

"Squad leader..."

"Still."

After a while, several figures stood up from the ground with difficulty, and then he noticed that there was still one shrinking in the corner.

"Hasta."

He called the opponent's name. This was the youngest soldier under his hand. He was only 17 years old. He didn't know how the recruiter got a hairy boy in.

But the other party did not give him any response.

"Hasta!"

He yelled to the other party again, and then walked over.

Only then did he find that the other party was leaning against the wall, his face covered with sweat and tears was pale as paper, his hands were embracing his head, and he was making inaudible complaints amidst the noise. The young man's spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be a coward!"

Morris pulled him up from the ground, dragging him to the edge of the blasted gap, at which point Ouke was about to rush under the fortress.

"Look at them! If you don't fight, your loved ones will be slaughtered by them!"

"The one below is still alive..."

Hearing the faint voice of the officer from the top, Morris returned the boy to the ground, turned and walked up, leaving only a word before leaving.

"Sorry, I couldn't take you back alive."

Ignoring the fierce gunfire sounded behind him, Morris quickly climbed the stairs to the top of the fortress, but what he saw was a purgatory scene.

The original bronze artillery had been torn apart, and the artillery had even broken into pools after pools. Many internal organs were still hung on the smoking metal wreckage, exuding a disgusting and stuffy smell.

And their commander was lying on something. He only had his upper body left, his chest was completely torn apart, his pale spine was exposed to the dirty air with some internal organs, and the original uniform of his uniform was stained by flames and blood. It was messy, but his hat was still on his head. After seeing Morris, his eyes gradually clouded with a hint of expression.

"This…"

Then, he pushed out a wooden barrel from under his body with his hands full of blood plasma, pointed to it weakly and said:

"...Finally...fried..."

The blood-stained hand dropped weakly, Morris saluted him, then picked up the heavy wooden barrel and walked back down.

He first saw Hasta. The young man glared his eyes and lay on his back in a pool of blood. His left half of his body was roughly torn apart, but his right hand was still holding a gun, and the grenade rolled around him.

The other living people are still shooting, and Ok's bullets hit the wall from time to time, but they no longer have any hope, just want to kill more greenskins.

Morris went all the way down to the bottom of the fortress, where the strong stench of Oak could already be smelled.