Chapter 273: "Red Devil" (Part 1)

Tamworth touched the oily bald head, took a deep breath, then leaned back, pressing the tan wooden chair into a creak.
On weekdays, he would not be so indifferent to the chair he used for ten years, but it is different today. After all, when you hear a mighty army of Oaker running towards you, it is difficult to maintain Normal manner.
Curse those greenskin bastards!
Tamworth did not show his anger, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the pile of documents on the table, without a word.
The staff and officers in the headquarters are beside him, but they will not express their opinions before the officer speaks, and the atmosphere is so stiff.
Until a sudden knock on the door interrupted the solemn silence, Tamworth finally raised his head.
"Sir, King Zun Mengerstu refused to implement any retreat plan, he asked us to assist him in defense and counterattack."
Another good news.
Tamworth had a bitter smile on his face, but his heart was extremely eager to drag the black boar out of his pen and throw it into the wilderness, let him and Ok talk together!
What was it that gave the fat pig confidence that he could resist the attack of Ok?
This so-called "capital" with only mud walls?
Or his "warriors" with machete spears?
Or is he expecting to rely on such a dissatisfied infantry division to block him?
Tamworth really wanted to say something swearing. It was bad luck to be sent to the haunted place of Harar, and then there would be a stupid one day knowing whether it was a close relative.
As the divisional commander of Harar Division, he did not have much complaints about leading this long-established army. After all, soldiers are obedient. Even if the sanitary conditions and harsh climate in this place are just an experience and grind for him practice.
This place has a special meaning for the empire. In a sense, the Zun royal family was held here by the empire. In this place where 100,000 people live, almost 99% are Zun people. They are loyal to the royal family and work hard to go. Supporting the profligate King Zun, surrounded by a pile of mud shacks, is a dazzling "golden palace"-a complex of gold leaf and brass.
Wealth comes from King Zun’s distribution of trade routes and the squeezing of his subjects. It is said that King Zun has 99 wives. He is fat and can hardly walk normally. He needs to use 20 people to lift the sedan.
Just such a waste, actually began to point fingers at him.
"Did he eat too much!?"
"Defense? Counterattack? Am I right?"
"That idiot! According to the latest information reported by the only living ranger, the blood axe tribe is coming! The cruelest group of lunatics in Oak!"
Without waiting for Tamworth to speak, the officers had already quarreled.
It can be seen that no one wants to stay here, but as the highest commander, Tamworth has his own considerations.
Due to special political reasons, the Harar Division is an independent division. It is not directly affiliated with the Axum Corps, so Tamworth is not sure of the current military commander’s thoughts. He must have received information about the invasion of Ok, but So far there is no clear opinion, and the telegram sent to Cusconal did not reply.
This made Tamworth feel a little uneasy. The Empire's response was unexpectedly sluggish. Although it wasn't very fast before, the military department can still be a little more efficient when faced with Ok.
There was not much time to allow him to hesitate, and it was not very far away in Oak's forward team.
Harar has a railway, but the train capacity is limited.
Tamworth tapped on the table with his fingers, and his heart was repeatedly tormented like an omelet on an iron pan.
"Three regiments, you are defending on the southern wall, and the fourth regiment is blocking the station, prohibiting anyone from approaching, and other troops are standing by."
When this order was issued, everyone realized that Tamworth was ready to go, but he was not completely determined.
"I'm going to find the pig."
The general cap was buckled on the bald head, and Tamworth tied the gun at the waist.
"If I can, I wish I could kill him."
This sentence is of course a joke, but no one can laugh at the scene. The situation will depend largely on the effectiveness of Tamworth's persuasion.
Regarding the approach of Ok, the residents of Harar also seem to feel that men have begun to prepare their own weapons. Many people only have bows and spears for hunting, but in their view, these things and the Empire’s The gun is just as effective.
Busy women can be seen everywhere on the narrow streets. They carry huge pots with their heads and transport precious water from outside the city to their homes. This is a pre-war reserve. Although the residents here rarely participated in the war, they were nervous. The atmosphere made them act instinctively.
But as Tamworth had expected, there was not much time left for them.
"This nest looks worse than my stockade!"
Standing on a red giant rock protruding from the surface, Grak narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. The surrounding yellow-brown mud wall and the mushroom-like broken house reminded him of the sadness of the fart. The gathering point ~EbookFREE.me~ The shrimp here seems to be more sad than fart.
"Head, that house is always old!"
A younger brother pointed to the golden building complex in the middle of the city. It was so conspicuous in the sun, like a gem in a mud pond.
Grak sniffed his nose and kicked a few curious looking farts on the ground.
"Sparkle has a hairball!"
He looked back, the noisy and noisy army came from a distance like a torrent, his feet could already feel the shaking of the earth.
"Blow the trumpet! Attack immediately!!"
"Head, don't wait for the mechanics to shoot..."
Before he had finished speaking, Grak grabbed the guy who spoke, and threw the other party directly under the rock in a scream of fright.
"Attack immediately!!!"
Woooooo~~~~~~~~~~~!
Twelve huge bone horns made a thunderous muffled sound, and the rushing team suddenly accelerated, changing from the surging river into a rushing waterfall.
There is no queue and no organization. The entire Blood Axe Army is like a frightened herd, rushing straight toward Harar, as if to use its own kinetic energy to directly overturn the city.
Grak returned to his war beast. He held up his battle axe, and a big battle flag stood tall behind him.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ! ! !
From the moment he led the Bloodfang Guard to the city, the destruction was already doomed. Either he or the enemy.
This is the way of war that belongs to him, to Grak, to the entire Blood Axe Legion.
Assault assault then assault, kill and kill and then kill, all calculations and planning are just weird thoughts that slow down hands and feet, they will only smash the enemy with the purest means.