Chapter 1060: Battlefield Shadow (6)

Remember in a second【】
"Old irons, only you can't think of it, no I..."
Ragnar, the captain of the Green Devil squad, passed by silently, but was shocked by the sound of a public toilet that collapsed by half on the roadside. Obviously it was the voice of Ok.
He quickly fell to a pile of rubble to hide, and then carefully observed the surrounding, but there was no more Oak.
Now he is in the main war zone in the north of the city. The two sides have been sawing for 12 hours here, but it is obvious that the advantage is on the side of Ok, and the human defenders are gradually compressed into several isolated strongholds.
The task of Ragnar is to reach one of the strongholds-Aishewen Primary School.
Twelve team members originally came with him, but after crossing the five-kilometer theater, he was the only one left.
Ragnar took a breath after seeing a retching noise from the toilet.
He knew that death had surrounded them.
This area was originally a prosperous residential area, but it has now become a slaughterhouse surrounded by fireworks.
The death of incineration fell on those who were overwhelmed or panicked, and many failed to escape the raging storm that swept the earth from the sky.
The violent shock wave that followed immediately visited those who evaded the killing in their house.
The originally flat road has been pried open by large craters, and the crooked broken poles on the side of the road resemble a loose molar in the gums.
Although many people fled the place, there are still more people to go.
For those who stayed in the water, Ouke brought them a death.
This kind of death will knock you down with a sharp axe or warhammer, so that you can only feel the coldness of the ground below you, the burning of your own blood, and the painful scream of fatal trauma.
This kind of death will knock you down again and again, no matter how many times you need to repeat, until you can no longer get up, or the flesh is too vague to look directly, then the death will turn away with disgust, looking for the next can Knock down the soul on the ground.
These are Oak’s atrocities as always, and they have become a part of their lives.
Until now, most people are still confused and puzzled by the natural violence of Ouke, because they are too sudden and too absurd, just like some kind of deliberate opera, just for presentation.
Others believe that such violence stems from greed, from the desire for land.
Perhaps this is the reason.
But Grana knew that this was not the case. Nothing could drive a killing trip more than instinct, and nothing could ignite fear more than absurdity.
Ouke just used the desire for land as an excuse to reach out and pick up the armor and the sword. However, they are actually instinctive animals. All their actions originated from a certain absurd deity, and they created the same absurdity.
Ragnar was fighting them from beginning to end, he knew the animals too well.
This is why only 13 of the 13 people survived.
They once rested in a camp full of refugees. That place was once so safe. Even in the war zone, there were several positions between it and the war.
But all false security was destroyed at that dawn.
One of the main forces of Ouk launched a surprise attack around the gap of the defense line in the dark hours before dawn. Armored vehicles carrying green flags rushed across the frontier with almost no pause.
The commando immediately jumped from the car and then buried themselves in the camp.
The next step is burning and hacking.
The hybrids were tall and sturdy, wearing various tattered helmets on their rectangular cheeks, but their skill in wielding axe and warhammer was terrific.
They are so crazy that they are obsessed with killing all the souls, so as to completely wipe out the resistance.
Men, women, children, livestock, all can not escape the end.
The Oks have no trace of mercy, and they have no intention of arresting captives or slaves.
The sound of the axe chopping is a kind of wet sound that tears flesh and smashes bones, similar to chopping trees and sapwood.
The sound of the Warhammer is even more dull, like picking a pile of dirt on the dirt or ice with a pickaxe, but the resulting sound is much worse than these.
Among them are severe pain, physical damage, the screams of the people who are on the verge of death, there are also the begging of the wounded and the waste, and the sound of striking life, which will continue until the Voldemort is no longer alive, No longer stand up, no longer scream, no longer a whole body.
At that time, Ragnafis barely had time to pick up his weapon, and the other twelve green demons gathered around him to greet the first group of Oak Commando who stormed the village through the wall and drilled the windows.
Panic has begun to run around, it is blindly running in the dark, the smell of incontinence due to fear, the thick fire smoke filled the nasal cavity.
Ragnar's weapon is a double-edged knife, ideal for one-handed use.
It is well-made, made of high-carbon steel, as heavy as a strong baby boy, has a blade from head to toe, and just kissed the whetstone last night.
But in Ragnar's eyes, the weapon is just a simple tool, a lever that doubles the strength of a strong arm to a sharp blade.
Whether you are chopping firewood or enemies, this basic principle is equally applicable.
At that time, the battle had turned into a street fight inside the camp. Ragnar repulsed two Oaks from the tent. However, the small space restricted the swing of his arms. He knew he must
^0^One second to remember【】
Must rush out.
So he shouted to the other warriors around him to get them together again.
They walked out of the tent in the smoky smoky parcel and came to the center of the camp. They faced the helmeted Ok, and the melee broke out. There was no order at all, and countless blades danced like the windmill of the mill.
The green devil squad member Fink's calf was split longitudinally by a sharp axe, and he knelt down in an angry roar.
A few seconds later, an iron hammer flew across his head and broke his neck. The strong guy turned over and fell, and the broken head shed blood.
Another team member Gey tried to cover Ragnar's flanks~EbookFREE.me~ However, Gey didn't have time to get a weapon, only a broken square board in his hand.
Afterwards, a long iron spear with a hook drove straight in, completely eviscerated him, and let his internal organs spill like a sausage on the snow.
Gee tried to fish them up, as if he could put his intestines back in his stomach, leaving everything intact, and they were steaming in the cold wind.
"Damn!"
Ragnar shook his head, driving away the terrible memories of last night from his mind, and he had no time to think about them anyway.
"Hey! Are you still alive?"
Suddenly, a low voice made Ragnar alert. He gripped his pistol, lay on the ground and looked around, and finally opened the doors one by one, but behind the window of the house that did not collapse, he saw a dusty dusty window. s face.
"Come here! There are green-skinned patrols near here!"
Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^