Chapter 359: Blood Banner (20)
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Orc Tyrant
- Mo Ge Zhuo Gen
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- 2021-03-03 02:08:28
"Hey! Jackson! Did you pee your pants!?"
A familiar voice made him raise his head violently, and at this moment he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Euskin...Euskin! You are still alive!"
A cheering sound is replacing the rumbling cannon sound. Above the trenches, a blood-stained Eugene is holding up the chain sword in his hand.
"Ok can't kill me like this."
Jackson stood up, and there were many soldiers like him. Only then did they notice that Oak's firepower suddenly weakened a lot, and at the same time there were increasingly loud shouts of killing-human voices.
Eugene twirled his weapon in his hand and said aloud:
"I am here!!! Not dead!! Who will come with me!!!"
Jackson noticed that beside him, a battle flag fluttered in the smoke, and the huge head above it was so conspicuous that even Ok, hundreds of meters away, could see clearly.
Yushkin raised his pistol and lightly ejected a brass cartridge case with a loud bang, and then the soldiers of the Aksum Legion swarmed out of the cover, and they began to gather to Yushkin in the shouts and cheers, regardless of costs.
"go ahead!!"
Eugene was the first to charge the front line of Oak, Jackson was the second, he was even faster than Eugene’s flag bearer.
He began to sprint with all his strength, and from every dark aperture he could see the flash of light from the muzzle.
"Axum! Let me run to death!!"
He shouted to his people, using all the power he could on his legs to get the fastest speed, his muscles became hot, and the wind poured into his lungs, making them feel as if they were burning.
But he ignored it at all, and a strong force made him follow Ushkin's pace.
The bullet landed around him, but there was no hit, no pain, and no strong impact.
Someone on the left yelled. He turned around and looked away, and it would be deadly to stop at this time.
"Keep running!"
He shouted, and with the afterglow he saw many soldiers marching, struggling to march forward, gathering under that flag.
"Zorn's Warrior! What do you hope you will think of yourself tomorrow!"
The black Zun officer also jumped out of the trench. He raised the wooden spear in his hand and put his hat on it.
"For the homeland! For the ancestors!"
More than ten Zun soldiers roared together and joined the charge with many scars. They are now the only Zun regiments. Their regiment suffered almost fatal casualties in the previous defense, and their anger towards the enemy also increased. Deep.
Oak’s guns continued to spray torrents, and the rain stirred the ground, some embedded under the rock, and some bit into the living flesh.
But everyone was still advancing, and those shooting Oks saw the most terrible thing after seeing the flag, and panic and fear appeared on their faces for the first time.
"Boss is dead!!!"
"Shrimp dried up the dead boss!!!"
This news spread like a plague in the queue of the Black Fire Legion. All the charging boys stopped, some stood blank, some began to retreat, and even the Black Fire Warriors began to retreat. They have begun to consider the subsequent "succession" issue.
The mechanics ran the fastest, and even when they retreated, they did not forget to steal something from other mechanics.
The Scout cavalry took the lead in evacuating the battlefield, and the running Sculptor was trampled out of the Oke heap. The casualties caused by them were more horrible than those caused by humans.
As a result, retreat turned into defeat, and defeat turned into defeat.
The big crash started.
The Axum Army, which had been crushed and beaten before, gathered under a flag, forming a wave of anger, pushing all the greens back in the direction they came, driving these greenskin like a duck monster.
The furious Eushikin held up the chain sword and the pistol and rushed to the forefront of the team. All the Oaks facing him just ran away with a crawl.
The battle flag stood on his side, and the flag-bearer changed one after another, but no one let it fall.
Seeing this scene, Prokhov was so full of tears that he was excited. He took off his hat and shouted loudly into the distance:
"This is our courage! This is our courage!!"
Reinard, a field reporter for the Empire Morning Post, recorded this moment in his book with a trembling hand.
"... I stood on a high place, looking south, bursts of thunder and tears tearing the sky,'Boom, Rumble' continuous, a series of bullets, shells, rockets just five kilometers long Weaving in the air, the screams of artillery shells, the dumb explosions of grenade, blasting Jane, and explosive packs echoed in the canyon. The fierce battle between the enemy and the enemy on the front line intertwined with fangs. I have never seen it in decades. The majestic and magnificent scenes that have been there! The cannons, machinery, weapons, and vehicles of various sizes abandoned by the enemy stretched out, and they could not see the head at a glance. Scattered debris, armor, military flags, and other military supplies..."
On a high cliff, Diego took off his helmet and used his fingers to push the long hair from his forehead to behind the pointed ears. The slender almond eyes looked at the distant battlefield, but it was a bit gloomy.
"Too fast, they have evolved too fast..."
In the dim hole, a group of fart spirits are busy putting various parts in suitable or inappropriate places. After a sudden flash of light, two things fall from the air.
Suddenly, the farts were scared and yelled, running away or hiding behind something.
After a while, they came out carefully. At this time, the technicians also found abnormalities, and gathered around.
"Damn!"
Shabal screamed and pushed away from the body to press the power bully~EbookFREE.me~ When he looked around, he was stunned.
"Where is this?"
"Nonsense! Of course it's my workshop!"
Okimide stood up, and he looked around, until he saw something, his expression of relief.
"It's over..."
Upon hearing this, Shabal's face collapsed, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, but Okimide patted the ash on his body, walked to his baby machine, looked at it, and confirmed that there was no problem before turning. The head said to the warlord:
"I heard that the main boss is coming. You can find a place to hide."
"what!?"
Shabal jumped up immediately, regardless of his broken arm, and walked a few steps irritably before he said:
"Then, it's not all up to me. You see, Grak and Beiruf, I still play shrimp as the boss wants."
"Have you won?"
"Cough! I haven't lost yet! Wait for me to gather the boys, then go..."
Before he had finished speaking, Shabal saw several huge figures appearing in the far entrance, above which was the Black Rock Fort, and whoever came was no longer necessary to guess.
"Shabal, the overlord has heard of it."
The guards came to him, and they carried huge shackles, which were specially made for Ouk, and they were strong enough to deal with a giant Sculptor.
"He made you wait for him before he came."
Shabal glanced at Okimide for help, but shrugged to deal with it and turned to continue to tinker with his machine.
After glancing at his broken wrist, Shabal had no choice but to allow the guard to put the shackles of humiliation on himself. Now he can only pray for Guk to "understand" a little.
But if he can feel the anger of the other party at this time, he will certainly not report such an extravagance...