Orc Tyrant

Ok stopped, and Hashimt intuitively picked up the night vision device and observed the battlefield.

What happened?

Have they just been shocked by their fanaticism?

Do not know why, he thinks this argument is unlikely.

Hashimt noticed that the creature in front had begun to move, looking for cover after the collapsed ruins. He then ordered a re-fire, and the heavy machine gun roared again.

But the beasts already knew the location of the firepower point, and then they hit back, suppressing the heavy machine gun positions with grenades and machine guns.

Smart Oak?

This idea is terrifying.

But something outside may be a war leader or the like, and their deployment is being tested.

This made Hashim think about whether their appearance was purely coincidental. At first, he thought that these were just predators wandering around…

Then there was a strange chill in his back.

According to his observations, the leading Ou Ke has found cover, and the battlefield seems to be not calm,

Behind them, after rising smoke, he could see several larger figures moving forward. They had crude but complicatedly decorated weapons, and those weapons kept bursting out of flames.

What followed was bursts of fire that gnawed away many stones near the bunker, while forcing the soldiers to lower their heads to avoid.

Then some of them took out something.

“Retreat from the window! Find cover!”

Hashimte yelled loudly, the company near him had already started to move, and didn’t wait for Oak to cunningly raise the rocket launcher by the window, and shot the skull-painted rocket straight into the classroom building .

boom–!

Hashimt fell to the ground, and he fell to the ground together.

His ears were flooded with sharp tweets, and the whole world fell into flames.

In a trance, he heard the shriek of shrapnel, and felt the hot hissing burn his eyebrows and tear his army coat into pieces.

Obviously, Oaker tried to use the rocket as a cover for the offensive building, and even if the flames had not yet extinguished, Hasimute had stood up.

“Report the situation!”

Alessis also quickly got up from the ground. He was burnt black, but he was not injured-Hashimt protected the vulnerable as much as possible.

The missionary was coughing, groping his pistol in the pile of ashes.

After a short period of confusion, a series of voices responded to Hashimt. Due to his prompt reminder, Oak’s rocket did not cause much casualties.

He thanked the blood **** for his courage and luck, and now it was time to reciprocate.

Now Ok had broken through the first bunker of the gate, they passed through the door panel and climbed in front of the sandbags.

If they fail, Hashimt will take the building and face them for the last time, and take all the people inside to die.

For the glory of the blood god!

But they haven’t given up, they still have the responsibility, everyone will fight to the last breath-at least while Hashim is still alive.

“Return first!”

If the gates are forcibly held, their numbers will be easily overwhelmed by Oak, and some Oaks have begun to look through the primary school walls, and the sides are no longer safe.

Hashimte began to order them to retreat and let heavy machine guns cover them.

But his voice soon covered by a detonated grenade, which just rolled right under his right hand, where he was shooting the heavy machine gunner.

The next second, with the air waves and roar, the entire machine gun fire point disappeared between a burst of smoke and debris.

Then more grenade and small caliber shells hit the teaching building.

The scene became chaotic, large pieces of roof debris fell to the ground, Alessis sat on the ground, kept struggling behind, and his pistol flew away.

This sudden artillery bombardment made Hasimute aware that he was not a small-scale Oak predator, or that they were not empty behind him.

Ok’s regular troops have already targeted them, which is the worst case.

After the riots caused by the shelling, Ok broke into the main teaching building.

Hashimte saw a bunch of smaller and darker farts scurrying around their feet. When they picked up things on the ground, they would first shake, bite, and then excitedly pick them up or throw them behind. In a tattered cloth pocket.

“Everyone! The blood **** longs for dedication, whether it is an enemy or ourselves!”

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Hashimt threw the gun aside and pulled out a crimson war blade in the cloth pocket behind him. ,

Hashimute wrapped the chain around his right wrist, and then carved the sacred symbol of the blood **** on his forehead with the tip of the knife.

The blood suddenly overflowed his face, making him look terrible and terrifying.

At the same time, the Warblade also made some kind of hiss, as if roaring with pure anxiety, longing for the blood of the blasphemy.

Every senior commander of the Holy Blood Army, after slaughtering his colleagues, received a “reward” for blood worship-a weapon with blood **** power to help them fight heretics and blasphemers.

According to the senior officials of blood worship, it is best not to use these “sacred objects” at critical times, because the gifts of the blood **** are not so easy to obtain.

If you can’t swallow enough blood and cut enough heads, this weapon is likely to become the “punisher” of the blood god.

Hassimt had seen that kind of ending, and the screaming group of amorphous flesh covered with fangs made him a nightmare for a week.

Blood God’s punishment for losers is so severe.

“Death is our feast!”

The soldiers were motivated by the voice of Sohasimute, and driven by their anger, they began to fight with any weapon they could find, even fists and legs, and even grabbed the axe in Oke’s hand to continue attack.

The battlefield suddenly turned into a huge meat grinder, and everyone was infected with a crazy color.

Even their original crimson uniforms were now polished by the colors of death, and tall corpses piled up quickly on the ground.

But behind this melee battle, Hashim started to figure out something.

This is not just a random attack, they are too many and too strong, and the response is very fast, these Oaks are prepared.

And they are expected to be resisted.

Just when Hashimte cut down an Ok, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

A short axe flew in front of him, and while cutting off his forehead hair, he also nailed the head of the guard who had just rescued him.

“Blood God has harvested another drop of blood.”

Glancing at the fallen soldiers, Hasimute shook his hand and leaped into the battle.

He first scratched the throat of Oak, and then cut into the other chest~www.mtlnovel.com~ Two beasts screamed and fell, and the other one was howling, all his ideas just now were forgotten by him ——He has other important things.

Harvest more heads for the blood god.

In the killing, a scarlet rage was filling his body, making him stronger and more crazy.

“Next! And next!”

Hashimt rammed on the battlefield and stepped on a rude scum, causing a harsh cry, and then cut to the third and fourth heads.

At this moment, he is the incarnation of anger, representing the anger of the blood god. He uses the weapon in his hand to sculpt on the enemy’s armor, flesh and bones, so that the blood is swayed into the air like red wine.

“Sir! Sir!”

The company commander in charge of defending the back door of the school shouted in the walkie-talkie:

“These Oaks have been around us!”

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