Orc Tyrant

Gunshots echoed nearby, and Oak bullets swept by.

Eugene snarled in the cold air with the officer’s sword, chopping left and right, cutting through the brightly colored spherical bodies that jumped towards him in groups.

The sandy ground soaked with thick blood turned this place into a mud. Whenever he cut a big jump like a fruit cut, there were three other large mouths with yellow serrated fangs. Pounce on him.

The spores of the Okur spores in the scattered corpses exuded a pungent smell, and they had begun to cover the human body odor.

“Close! Close all!”

Soldiers who had long been accustomed to close combat mounted bayonets on the barrels, and then ran through the bizarre enemy groups with cold rifles.

These vicious little monsters are tall and waisty. While rushing towards the target with short and powerful bounces, they stimulate people’s senses with vague noise. They are too many in number.

Eugene, a company commander, and a soldier named Pansono stood back to back, forming a formation to avoid exposing their backs to the ferocious herd.

Sergeant Joseph in the second row was not far from the left side of Yushkin. He was leading his men out of a road with grenades.

“Everyone continue!”

He shouted:

“We are going to destroy them, advance!”

He was right, and Yushkin realized that although Scugel was still forcibly attacking, the density of the spherical body became smaller, and as time went on, more and more ground was being saturated with blood.

A red fungus sphere with a face that seemed to have jumped out of a child’s nightmare jumped in front of Eugene, opening its big cave-like mouth, eager to close his face with that razor-sharp tooth. Chin and chin.

It’s close at hand, but Eugene has dealt with many more deadly and cunning opponents. He held the blade of his sword hilt with his hands and screamed straightly toward the orange body. He twitched to the ground, and the stench of blood spewed onto the messy military uniform.

But before he could even curse, he felt a burning pain in his legs.

“Bitchfuck!”

He called out in pain, and a long company turned to face him, thrusting his bayonet hard at a sticky pink sphere that was biting on the calf of the officer.

“It’s really a bitch!”

Eugene snarled.

Even after his death, the monster’s teeth still clenched tightly and he had no time to break its mouth from the painful calf, and more jumping monsters were rushing towards them.

Suddenly next to a collapsed and burning house, the soldiers Rakov screamed with extreme pain, almost deafening him.

Eugene and the company commander turned their heads at the same time, looking at the howling soldier who was covering them.

“Save me! Who will come!”

Rakov’s face was covered by a fat red body, and blood poured from the soldier’s head as the beast’s teeth chewed into his bones.

The blinded Lakov could not protect himself in the jump around the body. The herd began to bite the unprotected part of the armor. A bright green jump brought his mouth close to Rakov’s left hand, completely It ripped off.

“what!!!!!!”

The soldier’s terrible residual arm gushed out a steaming river of blood as he tried to stagger up, but he was still desperately beating the swarming beast.

Ushkin did the only thing he could do for this man. He pulled out his pistol from the holster and fired a precise burst of fire at the jump on the soldier’s face. The pain of this soldier.

Under his command, the soldiers quickly killed other monsters biting on the dead.

“Keep moving!”

Sergeant Joseph shouted ahead.

“The monster was basically beaten, but Oak was still nearby.”

“Xie Liqin is dead!”

Shouted a soldier at the end of the line.

“And Vannes!”

Another shouted.

From the afterglow in the corner of his eyes, Yushkin noticed that Pansono was staring at himself, and turned his face and said to him.

“What do you want from me? It’s kindness for Kaimon to be there. Can you save him from that pain?”

Pansono shook his head quietly. He was only 18 years old, and it was difficult to accept this reality, but the war would make people grow, and Yushkin believed that he would be another one this night.

Although it is not possible to judge whether this is good or bad, it is always to make people more able to survive on the battlefield.

“We must hurry to the station now.”

During the march, Ushkin summoned all the remaining officers to hold a brief battlefield meeting. There is no doubt that the city walls have been lost, but they are not deserters. At least they have been holding on for a long time, but no one can stay between the two. When the side wall sections were lost, they continued to insist that the firepower provided by the gunboat was far from suppressing Ok’s desire to attack.

As for the navy? Maybe when they arrive, they can bombard the already occupied fortress, but now Eshkin does not expect them.

The entire line of defense has fallen unacceptably fast. The originally expected steel walls did not give their defenders more time, or in other words, Oak’s offensive defense is too weird, they can always come up with their own A strange way to reach the city head, and melee here is equivalent to failure.

What really defeated the defenders’ confidence was the fall of the gate. When the most unlikely place to fall was the enemy first, many people were desperate.

The battle of the city walls is still going on, but that is just a desperate struggle, and what makes Yushkin even more desperate is whether their sacrifice will be remembered?

Will the 16th Reserve Militia Brigade’s decisive charge against Ok who broke through Gate 3 be remembered?

Guarding the Third Regiment against the Okur cavalry forces who entered the gate 4 and lost a huge counterattack ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Will it be remembered?

Will his wine friend, Canas Farian, the commander of a battalion, the heroic sacrifice of the middle-aged man born on the Noah Peninsula, be remembered? Realizing that Oak would soon overwhelm the defense zone, he directed a suicide raid against the invasion forces of Oak invading his defense zone. No one came back alive, but they killed far more enemies.

There is also the last moment of Captain Brainas of the second company of the Ninth Artillery Regiment. Brainas and his loyal artillery members battled the terror-like abominable Ok to the last moment, and then detonated all the remaining ammunition, leading the destruction to his head when it was obviously about to be submerged.

Every minute and second, the defenders of the Aswan Fortress persevered, proving their courage and firmly believing in the least hope.

Perhaps in the next second, a huge imperial fleet will descend from the sky, killing the siege. Perhaps the next moment, a train full of reinforcements will enter from the rails, adding chips to the war, they have waited too long…

The priests said that this is a test of strength and faith, courage and enthusiasm, and every minute of survival is won by blood and sweat.

But Juskin just wanted to say one thing.

“Shit!”

They have actually been abandoned, still waiting to die on the walls, filling the hungry stomachs of the beasts with life. The outcome of this war is fixed, and Yushkin does not intend to let his men die with themselves.

Only alive can continue to destroy the enemy. If all the brave people die here, who will protect the people of Aksum in the future?