Chapter 277: Fight (Part 1)

Although the last shrimps ran in a metal cart, but Grak didn’t care, he ran a little bit anyway, and a lot of shrimps were swaying in the wilderness outside the city, and they would all become drag racing kids. The prey, Grak doesn’t need to care.
He is now very happy and very cool.
Leaning on the huge recliner, jars of jars of drinking the wine hidden in the ground by shrimps, Grake bit the bones in his hands.
The Bloodfang Guard and many leaders gathered around him, eating and drinking wildly. This was originally the main hall of the Golden Palace and the main place where Zun Wang met outsiders, but now it has become a place for the Oks to revel.
Expensive silk curtains were ripped off and stuffed into the fire as fuel. The gorgeous golden pillars were covered with graffiti and oil stains. Thousands of gold carpets were covered with blood stains, mud and huge footprints. All exquisite artifacts, statues and ornaments , Either directly destroyed or smashed, or it was transformed into a look that meets the taste of the Okers.
The original magnificent palace turned into a savage beastly den in a short time.
The former owner, curled up in a huge metal three-legged crock in the center of the nest-this was originally just an artifact.
The burning match piles blackened the metal crocks, the translucent grease almost overflowed, and exuded a disgusting smell and black smoke.
Graco glanced at the jar, a little regret in his heart.
Originally he just wanted to make fun of the fat shrimp. The kids all said they wanted to try the taste of shrimp oil. According to the experience of squeezing Sago oil, he threw the guy here.
But he didn't expect him to cry for a while, then went to see it, and died.
You should know that after Fatty Schueg has squeezed out the oil, as long as it is taken out and allowed to cool, it will be able to come alive immediately.
But the oil kids he squeezed like it, saying that it tastes better than Scotch oil. Graque hasn’t tried it. He doesn’t like greasy things. He prefers charred and woody foods. Like the black bone stick in his hand, although he also forgot where the stick came from.
Prior to this, Grak also made a circle around the city. He unexpectedly felt that the place was pretty good, spacious and resourceful.
He intends to use this as his new stronghold, to gather the scattered boys again, and then find a new Zamiwo along the rail all the way north.
Guk did not give him a clear goal, but Grak suddenly had his own goal. He wanted to see how many shrimp nests he could find along the railroad track, and found one that he took apart, until he took it to the end.
"Boss!"
A kid ran in suddenly, and Grak recognized him, a perverted kid.
The guy trot all the way through the messy hall, and the coming Grak whispered in a very low voice.
Grak listened, and his smile gradually disappeared, but instead of the anger that he most often hung on his face, it was another rare expression-indifference.
"understood."
Grak waved his hand, and the pervert boy retreated immediately.
But he hit the newly reported target halfway, and the opponent picked him up and threw it down the long ladder.
The leaders were attracted by the cries, and turned their eyes to the door. Grak chuckled and continued to lie and relax in the chair.
Click!
The neat footsteps of the boots suddenly stopped, surrounded by two boys in military uniforms, dressed in red magnificent military coats, with a black military cap on their heads, Beiruf walked in with a stride, and his back was like a spear. , The posture is not like an Ok, but it is very similar to the empire officer.
He went to the very center of the hall, glanced at the boiling metal can, and turned his gaze back to Grak.
"This is not in the plan."
"Ha, let your plan go to hell! Idiot."
Grak's first sentence made Beiruf's brain violent, and his fists clenched immediately.
"We had a good negotiation before. I and Shabal forced the shrimp to come here. You go to the side of the mountain and block the road of shrimp!"
The plan described by Beiruf was the strategy he and the other two warlords expected to develop before the pontoon was built.
He is one of the few Oaks who can understand human maps. As early as the first battle of Aswan, he got a map from Aswan Fortress. In order to plan this attack, he studied for a long time.
On the way to the hinterland of mankind, he believed that the biggest obstacles were the Kagera River and the Bilteville mountain area.
The former is the largest and longest river in the empire. It originated from Mombo Lake on the high mountain, runs through the two provinces of Axum and Gramatia, and flows into the barren sea. The latter is blocked in Kaga. A barren mountainous area between La River and Tieluowan.
They did not have a good way to cross the river, so the Karagai River was the first priority to avoid, but in this way, the Bilteville mountain area became their only way.
Ok can think of this, there is no reason why humans can't think of it.
Beiruf can expect humanity to guard the mountainous area, which is not a good bite.
So his plan was to attract the main human forces and lead them to the southern wilderness, forcing them to defend this fragile city.
The core point of this plan is to cut off the retreat of humans in the early stage, and then create the illusion of attack, use these more than 100,000 humans as bait to attract the defenders in the mountains.
When the human forces leave the mountain, Grak’s legion will exert his mechanical advantage, quickly penetrate from the east, move along the coast, directly occupy the mountain, block the main force of the human force in the south, and open the road The door to the hinterland of the human world.
It is not necessary to mobilize all the defenders, even if it is only a part, it is easy to capture with the number of blood axe legions.
But now that everything is ruined, Grak ate the bait himself cleanly before he and Shabal had time to respond~EbookFREE.me~ and also alerted the remaining humans, now they are facing It will be a mountainous area in the Biltwiller that is strictly guarded against death.
Beirut had no doubt that they could capture that place, but his tactics, his tactics, all ruined the man, which made him the most angry.
"Is there, I don't remember."
Grak slowly drank the wine in the skull, then crushed it and stood up from the chair.
He stepped down the stairs step by step, holding it as he passed his weapon.
Beiruf stood upright in a proud posture, and Ren Jun's coat dangled from the shoulders of the armor like flowing water.
Grak is bigger and stronger. The ready look is about to explode. The blood on his helmet makes him look cruel like a butcher who just walked out of the slaughterhouse, or some kind of success. Memories of predatory beasts.
"Don't come here, your threat is meaningless."
Beirut can feel the other person's eye-catching, but he is completely inattentive.
Grak sneered with a grin.
"Oh, but it does."
The ripper shook gently in his hand, staring at his prey like a predatory snake.
"You are jealous of me, gunman."
"You? I'd rather go find a fart and paint it red and watch it dance."
In a roar, Grak burst into a rage, and suddenly rushed to the front of Beiruf with a squeezed giant punch straight into the center of the opponent's breastplate.
Beirut rolled backwards and knocked open the metal can, the black body rolled out, and the stinky grease also overflowed.
Grak caught up and prepared to fight again, but the opponent had got up and threw two blades like a whip, facing him.
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