Orc Tyrant

　　Mustafal Barzani threw the hat on the ground fiercely, his eyes flushed with anger.

The offensive failed again. The soldiers of the 25th Infantry Regiment ran out of the gate and the tower in embarrassment. The number was at least half less than before the attack. Many people also had a lot of parts. The predictable number of downsizing will even rise Two thirds.

　　 The wild howling of beasts sounded, and a series of **** heads were thrown out by them as weapons, hitting the fugitive soldiers, further accelerating their collapse.

　　 “Damn!”

　　Mustafah smashed his fist **** the railing, and his heart was both regret and anger.

　　 Maybe this time he was going to the military court, he thought so.

　　 But who can predict that the brainless Ok will sneak to the side of the fortress?

　　Fortress No. 2 is only a smaller fortress, but due to the later construction time, the defense system is more complete than the Aswan Fortress, and many new technologies have been adopted. At the beginning of the design, Ock and humans were considered different ways of fighting. Instead of adopting the concept of a bastion, they used the design of ancient city walls, used the latest materials and increased underground traffic trenches.

　　Because of the close proximity to the Ridge Mountains, while building the fortress No. 2, the defenders also built several concealed artillery bases on the nearby steep slopes to shield the fort from the height of the war.

　　It stands to reason that with such a tight defense, Mustafa is confident to resist a sufficient number of Ok.

He did indeed. Although Ock’s offensive was fierce at the beginning, he could only helplessly hit the straight city walls. Their artillery could not quickly defeat the walls of human beings cast by high-strength industrial cement and steel bars. Those The terrible beast was the target of artillery and machine guns at the beginning.

　　 Soldiers used bullets and grenades to easily harvest the Oaks crowded under the city walls. Each time they tried to set up a simple ladder, they would pay more lives and be futile.

　　If you keep going like this, Mustafa even feels that she can stay in the dark.

But the bad news is always unexpected. A group of little black people don’t know when they touched the gate on the east side of the fortress. It is a main entrance. The iron gate controlled by mechanical transmission is thick enough to withstand most explosions. Mustafa did not send many soldiers to stay there.

　　 Then there appeared such a scene, the soldiers were unconsciously wiped their necks, and hundreds of Oak rushed into the gate and the control tower.

　　 At that moment, Mustafa really wanted to shoot himself and those dead bastards.

　　 The only thing to be thankful is that probably because of the too fierce fighting and lack of means of communication, the large forces of the Oak did not know that they were only one step away from taking the fortress and were still on the front of the fortress.

　　This gave Mustafa the last chance. He concentrated all the available mobile forces and tried to regain the key entrance. Because the gate is U-shaped, the artillery row is not useful, but the number of Oak is not large, and he likes to take the initiative to attack. He thinks this is not a problem.

　　However, he was very outrageous, very ridiculous, those Ouke were very cunning, they shrank in hidden corners, and built a lot of obstacles with corpses and other things.

　　The soldiers rushed in again and again, and were driven out again and again, and the dark gate was like a big mouth, constantly swallowing their lives and courage.

　　 There are not many available methods.

　　 “Notify the engineer battalion and prepare for blasting.”

　　This is the last way to directly blow up a gateway to block the gap. But the risk is just as great. If the power of the explosion is not well controlled and the section of the wall is damaged too badly, then Ouke is likely to turn the attack direction here.

　　 A big gamble, but Mustafa has no choice.

　　 “Wait a minute, let’s try it.”

　　 In the distance came a dark-skinned officer, Mustafa looked at him.

　　 “Shaka, your team is the last reserve team, I…”

　　 “What reserve team are you talking about at this time?”

　　 The young black officer smiled, his thick lips grinning, revealing dazzling white teeth.

　　 Mustafa is very hesitant. This unit may really be able, but their status is special.

　　 In Aksum, there is a vast ancient people-the Zun people. They are the indigenous people of this land. Although they have always been primitive tribal forms, they have also established their own kingdom.

　　After the empire conquered this place, there have been many wars with this people. Although the victory of the empire is always the final result, the sloppy and belligerent character of this people has never stopped their resistance.

　　 Eventually, the high military cost forced the empire to grant them a high degree of autonomy, and recognized the power of King Zun, in exchange for their loyalty to the empire, and the Aksum Zun regiment was born.

　　 The head of the Zun regiment must be a son of King Zun. The polygamous Zun Wang will have many sons, usually the less popular one to take up this position.

　　Even so, if something unexpected happens to this prince, it will still cause serious diplomatic consequences, which may be regarded as some kind of conspiracy or provocation by King Zun.

　　 “I am also an Imperial soldier, this is my duty, sir.”

　　 Shaka is a prince Zun eager to understand the outside world. He has always wanted to lead his ancient nation to the advanced path. He even offered to take up this position at the beginning.

　　 Mustafa took a deep breath and made up his mind.

　　 “Okay! It’s yours.”

　　The young prince returned a standard military salute and turned to the troops that had already been assembled.

　　Three thousand Zun warriors are ready to go. Their dark skin radiates a greasy glow under the scorching sun. There is no fear in their eyes, only the burning fire.

　　 “Zunren! A great hunt has begun! Are you timid?”

　　 “Ah!”

　　The warriors slammed their chests fiercely, making a roar of excitement, and in the distance those Oaks also made a provocative voice.

　　 “Let the ancestors witness our battle on Heaven Mountain!”

　　 The prince took a short spear of dead wood tied with a colorful cloth from his waist, and every expedition of Zun’s king would intercept a dead branch from the jungle where the ancestors were buried.

　　 He knelt down on the ground, holding a short spear and saying something. The warrior behind him smeared white gray with his hands and painted a battle pattern on his face. Some people threw the rifle on the ground and picked up their national traditional curved blade machete.

　　 “Zune!”

　　 The prince stood up, took off his hat, strung on the short spear, and held it high.

“go ahead!!”

　　The roar of humans and beasts echoed over the fortress. Mustafa prayed silently in his heart. The engineer battalion was waiting for orders. If it failed this time, he would blow up the **** place as soon as possible.

　　 Such a wait was a torment. The sounds in the gateway and tower gradually subsided. Mustafa stared at him with wide eyes. He was afraid and expecting. The contradictory mood almost drove him crazy.

　　 until…

　　 Dong!

　　The dull voice came from deep inside the gate. Mustafa remembered it very clearly. It was only when the gate fell.

　　 “Long live! Long live Zun group!!”

　　 He couldn’t help shouting, and all the soldiers around him shouted with them, but after a while, no living people came out.

　　 Mustafa felt bad, he sent a few soldiers to observe, but as soon as those people came to the gate, they vomited wildly, and he ran like a bell in his heart.

　　 “God…”

The layers of corpses have made people nowhere to fall. The walls and obstacles are covered with residual limbs and internal organs. The pungent **** smell makes people dizzy. Occasionally dying moans sound, and a few lost figures sit. Among the corpses, only a slight undulation of the chest proved that they were still alive.

　　The medical **** lifted Shaka out, and he extended a **** hand to Mustafa, who immediately held it tightly.

　　 “No… negative mission.”

　　 He had no blood on his face, his voice was hoarse, but he still kept a smile, Mustafa smelled a stench, it was the smell of death…

　　 He gently lifted the corner of the sheet, and then closed his eyes in pain. The young warrior was completely torn from the waist down. The viable internal organs were still slightly twitching, and the pale bones were exposed, and the blood was already drained.

　　 “Warriors… Take care of them.”

Shaka stared blankly, he could no longer see anything, Mustafa nodded hard, tears slipped across his cheeks, he felt that he should not tell Shaka any bad news, including the entire Zun regiment There are only two figures left.

　　 “They are very good and will get the best treatment, I promise.”

　　 Shaka nodded, his hands suddenly fumbled around him, Mustafa knew what he was looking for, and put the broken short spear in his palm.

　　 He clutched the dead wood tightly, the calm expression on his face.

　　 “I… I am worthy of my ancestors, aren’t I?”

　　 “Your ancestors are proud of you.”

　　Faith is now irrelevant, Mustafa’s words make Shaka very satisfied.

　　 Suddenly, his body twitched in pain, Mustafa asked the medical staff to rush him to the emergency area, but he could feel that Death was gradually pulling Shaka’s life away, and all means were just comfort at this time.

　　 Boom!

Another shell hit the city wall, Mustafa withdrew his gaze from the stretcher far away. Now is not the time for mourning. If you don’t fight the spirit of twelve points, then no one will be able to replace it after today. They mourned.

　　 “2nd Battalion! You guard this place! No matter what it is, as long as it moves, all will be killed!”

　　He deployed emergency defenses on the one side, and the same crisis on the other side of the fortress No.1.

　　 “Damn! Boom those guys down!”

　　Ansar Sonner threw the telescope on the table angrily, stomping his feet angrily.

This battle is almost impossible to fight, because they are close to Tieluowan, they are all flat, there is no terrain advantage like the No. 2 fortress, he planned to mobilize the flank artillery to the front from the beginning of the attack, but Yusuf The general banned him from doing that.

　　Ockey’s cavalry was cruising between the fortresses and could break through at any time. The two cavalry divisions and a few trench chest walls and those militia brigades would most likely not be able to stop them.

The reason is true, but the pressure on the front is too great. Ok also used those extremely primitive trebuchets to throw a red monster into the fortress, which greatly hampered the mobile power of the defenders. It is stretched.

　　 There have been several calls for Oak to climb the city wall with the help of a simple ladder. If the soldiers rushed up the bomb bravely, they might have lost the outer wall.

　　 “General! Major Ibn is requesting reinforcements, Ouke’s ladders are increasing!”

　　 “Tell him, no! I’ve thrown even my husband!”

　　Ansar anxiously awaited the arrival of the reinforcements~www.mtlnovel.com~He had already asked Yusuf for reinforcements by telegram. As long as he could get the strength of a regiment, he was confident to keep it.

　　 “General! Telegram over Aswan!”

　　 He eagerly grabbed the telegram, but the text above made him dizzy.

　　 Without reinforcements, the war was the last one.

　　 “Fucked by bitches!”

Angrily crumpling the paper and throwing it on the ground to trample it, Ansal decided not to follow Yusuf’s order, and he must move the artillery on the side to the front. If the fortress can’t be kept, the blocking of the wings is meaningless. Too.

　　 “Pass me the order! The 13th, 14th, and 15th artillery companies immediately transferred to…”

　　 “General!”

　　 holding a telescope to observe the battlefield suddenly cried out, pointing to the sea.

“That is……”

　　 He immediately walked to the staff, snatched the telescope from his hand, and through the mirror he saw a black smoke rising in the blue sea.

　　 “Navy! They are finally here!”

More than a dozen white warships with painted exteriors are coming from afar. The huge chimney is billowing with black smoke. The large-caliber rear-mounted gun on the deck slowly rotates in the open direction. This is the iron armor formation of the Imperial Eastern Fleet , Quickly arrived here after receiving the support order.

　　 “Fire!”

The devastating shelling came as scheduled. In the deafening explosion, Ocna’s broken corpses were thrown high, some even fell into the fortress, and the huge flowers of death bloomed in a dense queue, harvesting a Fight another dozen of cheap lives.

　　Ockey’s offensive was immediately suppressed, Ansar breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that there was no need to mobilize the flank artillery.