Chapter 445: Counter Tide (Part 1)

"Oh that real fart, that real fart, jump on the battle face, jump on the guard's face, are you a kid like a mushroom!? Is it interesting for me to keep yelling at you all the time? Go You're a fart squinting, do you squint when you're tired? Do you want to talk if you don't want to talk?"
The first to realize that something was wrong, Ok was the kid named Jiba.
He woke up before sunrise, because the latest mixed exercise caused a sore head, desperately hoping to continue sleeping.
But his boss woke him up with a slap, so he put on his boots, took his weapon, and climbed from the camp to a high place to supervise the sentry.
In the process of changing the guard, he also had a quarrel with the previous sentry. The other party complained that his face was not good-looking, and he gave him a good meal.
Their camp was established in the wàiwéi, a stone fortress of the orc, which is also the strongest point of the defensive border of the orc, and fights are staged every day in the distant jungle.
Oak’s team kept infiltrating, and the Orc’s hunting team used various traps to ambush. The two sides fight day and night, but in general, Ork is more profitable, because the Orc has been losing blood unilaterally. Many of the hard-built reclamation areas have been repeatedly torn up, unable to produce the large amount of food they need.
Jiba rubbed her face with dewy leaves and regained her consciousness. This was a weird time of the day.
The first ray of sunlight was seeping into the sky, and the light wind was blowing, and a ghostly thick fog was rolled between the huge camp and the jungle, surging rapidly in the wilderness.
He checked his gun and quietly took another sip of wine on the table, chatting with the other two boys on duty.
He walked into a platform on the edge of the sentry tower to observe the outside scenery. This small tower had no ceiling, and the morning wind disturbed his overlord's {Moxigan}-style hair style.
"what is that?"
Suddenly, he sniffed and turned around to ask.
"what is what?"
The other guy burped and replied that he was eating a live fish and blood was everywhere. .
Jiba's ears listened for a moment, and the distant scream that was diluted by the wind was still like tinnitus, and the air smelled like wormwood.
"That taste."
He nodded and confirmed that his senses were correct.
"Maybe it's the stink guys burning something."
The fish eater said vaguely:
"Elephant?"
"Do not."
Jiba shook her head.
"It's something else."
He raised his head and listened carefully to the sound of the wind. Some distant sound mixed in the tinnitus. He pressed his hand against the railing and felt an ominous deep tremor.
"Call the boss."
He said quickly.
"what?"
That guy is still inexplicable.
"Big morning?"
"Call boss now!"
Jiba turned his head and yelled at him, scaring the guy to jump from the mushroom chair.
"What are you doing loudly!"
Jiba kicked the opponent off the outpost with an angry foot, then turned back to look at the edge of the thick fog.
Soon, he saw what was rushing towards them, and in amazement and fear, he stuttered the two syllables.
"Scunk!!!"
One kilometer to the west, exactly thirty seconds later, Kushbaja, the boss of the Iron Shard Gang, suddenly turned to his adjutant.
"Can we hear the sound of the waves here?"
His question was strange, and the adjutant shook his head.
"Can't hear, boss."
"But did you hear it? The sound of big waves rushing to the beach?"
The adjutant looked puzzled.
"I seem... I heard something."
He said so in his mouth, but he began to spit out whether his boss' ears were beaten in the last fight.
They were walking in the camp. During a routine morning tour, Kushbach turned around and looked to the east. A huge cloud of mist wrapped the bush a kilometer away.
Heavy fog hung in the air, as if a towering hill appeared out of thin air.
"what is that?"
He pointed to Thick Fog and asked, but the adjutant did not answer.
Suddenly, the mudguards under their feet began to tremble, and Mr. Oak and his lieutenant pulled out their weapons reflectively.
"stand up!"
Kushbach yelled.
"Get up now!"
Then he ran into the mud room where the boys rested, where his guard was sleeping soundly. Although he was just a boss, he still built his own old David team in a decent way. help.
"Go away, otherwise I will kill you."
Facing the call of his boss, a kid rolled over on the mushroom bed and issued a vague warning.
Kushbaha kicked directly on the guy's ass. This was a very easy target to aim at. The boy flew in an instant and almost hung on the beam.
"stand up!!!!!!!"
All the boys climbed up, and the kicked one also stood up, rubbing the back of his attack, and blinked in the dim light.
His head was muddled, numbly distinguishing what was a real memory segment and what was the dream just now.
"what happened?"
He looked at his boss and asked curiously.
Kushbach stared at him, and there was a slight uneasiness in the kid's eyes. He knew that such a tall, muscular guy would never need it.
"Jump your head, keep up!"
After Kushbaha turned away, he immediately understood what was happening, hopping and trying to put on his boots while running, and he could already hear the voice clearly.
That kind of whisper.
Beyond a certain distance, the battle sounds like a special sound.
The vibration of the ground, the roar of weapons, the muffling of bàopò, the cries of creatures, all intertwined into an ominous whisper, just like the barbaric growl of a monster waking up across the hill.
He has heard this whisper many times, and it always shows the days when he was lucky to save his life, or the moments he will never forget.
"Stick guys are coming!!"
Outside the tent, the dawn had arrived, the camp was in chaos, and the boys hurried to prepare for the battle.
Kushbaha raised his head and looked at the sky. The slowly turning clouds were stained with pink, like blood flowing into the blood, or the skin of a stinky guy.
He smelled a familiar smell in the unpleasant wind.
To the east, there seemed to be a large, slowly-going sandstorm that enveloped the front line, and even a camp was engulfed.
The boss of Oak squeezed out of the surging queue, shouting orders and demanding contact with other gangs.
The guards were scattered around him like fragments of a grenade, sending commands in a clear tone ~EbookFREE.me ~ injecting a hard order into this unprepared group.
"set!!"
"Take out the big burst gun!"
"Where is the cannon? What about that big cannon?? Which fart stolen!"
Kushbaha gave orders and dragged himself onto the ladder of an observation tower.
Halfway up, he looked down at the adjutant, shouted his name, and the other party immediately threw his telescope up.
Kushbach grabbed the telescope with one hand, took off the lid, and glanced east.
Beside their camp, another camp of the gang is also in chaos, and the boys are pouring out of the crypt and mud house with the same hustle and bustle.
Then, further away, he saw...
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