Chapter 489: Tunnel Warfare (Part 2)

"Fire! Fire!"
The most recent beasts only managed to fire a shot with their new bùqiāng because of their unfamiliar operation. The useless entity slammed into the lame breastplate, and those behind did not risk their comrades. It is impossible to shoot.
But they still fired, and even before Lame reached them, they turned the lead guy into a broken puppet of blood and flesh.
The boss of Oak hurried through the rubbish, hitting it against the rock wall of the hallway with a terrible crack.
Still, he didn't make a sound.
Lame let his precious chainsaw axe scream for it.
In more than ten seconds, half a dozen beasts transformed into humans, and a stream was chopped out of the crooked death-shadowing ghost.
A bullet hit him, and the guy in the back waited for the opportunity to stagger back and open the distance between himself and the butcher, firing wildly, but there was no scarred armor penetrating through him, the buzz of discharge in the narrow enclosed space Sound can only dizzy and bewilder people.
The large and spacious room allows other Oak boys to stain themselves with blood, torn apart by an axe, and easily split armor, flesh and bones with despising ease.
The dirty internal organs smeared the ground, walls and roof in dripping and hot red, and it was finished in a minute.
This was not the case. When the lame iron feet cruelly cut the throat of a beast-shaped person and blocked the other party's last scream, the rock wall at the rear of the shelter suddenly turned inward.
boom!
The boy with heavy weapons was shredded by sharp stones because he was too close to bàozhà, and his flesh and meat were smashed with deformed and damaged armor.
The other gang members stumbled, and the shock wave of bàozhà and the dust and gravel of the entire wall forced them to narrow their eyes.
In an instant, new screams filled the underground space, the shadows passed through the curly dust, their hateful red eyes flashed in the darkness, and the flames of the muzzle illuminated the dirty dust that blocked the horizontal passage.
A burning boy, who was closer to bàopò behind the limp, immediately fell in a dense fire.
The fuel tank he was carrying suddenly opened, and the violent flame spread along the rock wall, and the enemy's face was clearly understood.
Crimson skin, jackal-like long and narrow heads, not lost to Ouke's strong body, the elite power of the orcs, evil orcs, howled in hatred.
"Tumble them!"
Responding to the ambush, Lame was not afraid, and after shouting, he borne the brunt of the dark and ruins.
This shadow is nothing for the boss of Ouk. He rushed out of the bàopò and drove the notched turn, looking forward to the short and hunting in the dark, and activated the chainsaw tomahawk.
The sharp blade roar in the narrow corridor was enough to hide the real hunters approaching.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
The boys had no reason not to follow the boss. After a short shot, the evil beasts also abandoned the large-caliber sàndànqiāng and jīqiāng in their hands and pulled the long knife from behind.
In the chaotic light and shadow swaying, steel and steel collided violently. The cruel chain sawtooth bite caused the attached rock wall to vibrate, and the soil detached from the rock and caused the only illuminated candle to flash and shatter.
It's too late, the beasts are aware of this.
They thought the enemy would be chaotic due to ambush, but in fact exposed themselves in reverse.
The other teams of the lame gang spent nearly an hour digging through the mud and rocks above the horizontal third-level passage, dug a mouse hole parallel to the larger corridor below.
They knew the appearance of the red-skinned gangsters who used ordinary gangsters as bait, and used them to detonate their zhàdàn instantly in the nearby corridor bàopò, and then passed through the exploded cave into the deeper horizontal corridor.
Lame's counterattack led the evil orcs into the corridor, with their backs facing the newly arrived Ork team-they had heard the roar of their boss.
"Waaagh!!!"
Two minutes after Ok's fierce counterattack, the wicked beasts understood what was going on, and they realized that they were stuck in the middle by their underestimated enemies and were at a numerical disadvantage.
But they fight fiercely like stubborn jumps, back-to-back, armor rubbing against the sides of the narrow crossbar, the attack is still attacking, and the blood is still responding to the Oaks.
They have been forced to a dead end, so they struggle even more fiercely.
But the Oakes will not be defeated, this time not.
The squads on both sides of them túshā every gangster until the last one, surrounded by them.
"Leave it to me."
The blood-stained limp walked out of the boy, and the boys naturally separated a path, and the evil orc who was breathing heavily against the rock wall had no strength to watch.
At its feet are stacks of corpses, which have been submerged to the knee. Its long knife has long been broken, just like a piece of scrap iron, and it can't remember who it was cut or who was cut.
This is like a chaotic nightmare, its brain still confused.
Lame walked in front of it, stared at it for a while, and threw two battle axes into the corpse.
He strangled the other person's neck with one hand and lifted it, and then held the other hand with the other hand.
There was a muffled crackling of cloth, and the body of the evil orc shook violently, and then another sound...
Under the gaze of the boys, its limbs were torn off one by one, just like tearing a strip of meat from a bone.
It wasn't until the metal glove that held the neck was slammed, and the sobbing screams were silent, and the corpse, which was twisted and lost its human form, fell back into the heap on the ground.
From the beginning to the end of the fight, the boys did not make a sound.
Marjore witnessed another elite destruction on the surveillance screen of the central command post.
Opening and closing his paws, his anger was boiling.
The Okers systematically destroyed every tunnel, junction, shaft, and ramp they passed, but he still saw enough to know the first wave of attacks against underground fortifications.
Although frontline officers may refuse to take any responsibility, the reason for such a rapid failure is simple and obvious.
They underestimated their enemy.
By the standards of the past, most of the evil orcs are young-the earliest batch was born only one year.
But their arrogance is as difficult to control as their power, and Marjorie once warned them not to be overconfident, but few are willing to listen.
So Marjor is more willing to appoint those experienced ordinary orc veterans, at least they can understand the real tactical intentions ~ EbookFREE.me ~ rather than attribute everything to their muscles and witchcraft.
Sadly, ordinary orcs are only a little better than slaves in front of evil orcs. This is both a law and a fact.
In fact, he felt that he had been abandoned by Lilin.
His fighting style is not recognized by him. If there is any reason, it is probably because he is more inclined to human military doctrine.
He will also think about the difference between Oak and Evil Orcs some time. He finds that the bloodthirsty monsters of the green-skinned monsters are bound to some extent. While apparently eager for melee, they seem to maintain full tactical awareness.
At some point, their melee anger will succumb to discipline and self-control.
This sounds incredible, because the chaos and disorder of the green skin is a consensus, or something that everyone can use to comfort themselves.
The actual situation is very complicated, and their changes are disturbing to Marjor.
Maybe he couldn't even support it for a day.