Chapter 823: outpost

"Boss, there is news over the blood axe."
Leaning on the railing, imagining this battle will make all the warlords pay attention to the lame, and suddenly heard a loud noise.
Well, it's his communications officer and flag bearer.
"What did Beirut say?"
Scratching his ears with the tip of the dagger, the quasi-warlord who had gathered more than 100,000 soldiers made a lazy voice.
During this time in Port Vangeli, he didn't relax. Unlike Jinya's focus on developing maritime power, Lame always put expansion power first.
He used the harvest from the sea to recruit troops in Arkham, and in a very short time he expanded his gang into a powerful force with a large number of heavy artillery, tanks and armored vehicles.
Although in principle, he belongs to the "Marine Team" of Jinya, but with the expansion of forces, he has rarely listened to the other party.
Jinya also deliberately sent away the of plague, which coincided with the command of the overlord, that the lame who wanted to show his face immediately took all his belongings, joined the expedition, and joined Beiruf to attack Tyre.
"Boss, he said we have to follow the plan."
Limp heard it and immediately snorted, then stretched his head and spit at the bottom of the car, just hitting a fart's head, pouring it all over the head.
"Plan, plan, plan, besides these two words, does that idiot know anything else? Play with birds and be stupid."
Lame's words caused a burst of laughter from the bodyguards around.
As we all know, the warlord Beiruv seems to have some abnormal relationship with the Hawk Lady beside him-at least not in the view of other Oaks.
"We fight and care about him."
"Yes! Boss, don't bird him!"
"Boss! We are going to be the first to kill Shiami! It is said that there are more babies in there!"
"Snatch it! Steal his ass!"
The children were making a lot of noises. The way they had been before had made them completely disregard humans. All the Oaks were hard at work and wanted to rush into that big city to burn and rob.
However, Lame is the boss after all, or a boss who wants to be a warlord. He finally thinks more than the boys.
"Boss, then... how should I return to him?"
The flag bearer carefully surveyed his head and lowered his voice deliberately.
The other kid may not know it, but he often runs into the blood axe, but he knows that although the group of guys are weird, they are definitely not easy to mess with
"Ok……"
Lame struck the guardrail a few times with his fingers. After thinking for a moment, he whispered to the flag bearer:
"Tell him, I know, the plan is still the same, and I will send the kid to copy the shrimps back then."
"Understood, I will go here."
Watching the flag bearer slip away, Lame raised his waist, stood at the front of the car, and looked back.
A noisy army spread out on the ground, stepping across the river, farmland and village all the way, where the smoke was rolling, leaving only a scorched earth.
"Tyro... I'm done!"
After running for three hours without stopping, the rangers hid in the ditch on the plain to avoid detection.
They concealed from time to time, crouching in the long grass, only because one or more players in the squad discovered that Ouke's vehicle was approaching.
Moroz often heard engine sounds from a distance, and he was almost no longer distracted by it. Only when he found that the number of vehicles approaching changed, he really began to pay attention to these noises.
When the afternoon turned into a ruddy night, the silhouette of the wild berry forest in the distance against the setting sun became more and more blurred, and Dexburg was just behind that forest.
Deskesburg silently prayed to the Father, hoping that Yad and his team could avoid Oak and warn them of a large-scale greenskin attack.
Dusk near night is often the worst day of the day, and even Oak is no exception. The light perception during the day and night will be affected.
Therefore, the light of the searchlight broke the darkness in the evening, and Dexburger had a clear grasp of the positional relationship between the Oak forces and them.
At a distance behind, there were other lights, mixed with flashing orange flames, leaping into the earth.
Looking at the light that lit the night sky, he realized how many orcs there were. .
Thousands of them are mostly moving east, but the flashing headlights and sporadic shooting sounds reveal that a group of vehicles is almost behind the route of Dexburg.
He remained cautious about turning to the west, which would put him and his team directly in front of the main forces of Ok.
Going south is not a better choice, because that direction is too far, and the scouts will sink deep into the back of the Oak front, and away from the communication area, they will not be able to pass the continuously obtained intelligence to the back.
Even if they pass this obstacle, this route will take them to Whitley Canyon instead of Tyre.
Whether it is good or bad, the only option seems to be to continue to the northeast, hoping that the later Oks will stop or change their driving direction.
Moroz secretly decided that if Oake's vanguard approached within half a kilometer, they would dig a ditch for concealment.
Unsurprisingly, the Greens should miss them in the dark, and even in the worst case, Scouts can have a simple defensive position.
Two hours after the sun fell to the ground, Moroz felt his decision was correct.
The Oaks from the rear gradually moved closer to the northeast to join their army. When they passed, they were more than one kilometer away from the scouts~EbookFREE.me~ As soon as possible, the lights in front of the scouts were lit and smoke was rising, From Moroz's point of view, they are clearly heading towards Deskesburg.
If the main forces of Ok are maintained at their current speed, they will arrive in Dexico before dawn.
At this time, the grass on the plains became thinner and thinner, heather and bushes broke the swaying green sea, and the terrain began to upward slowly.
Moroz concluded that they were no more than three kilometers from Yinliu Town.
The surroundings were still dark and the air was cold but Moroz didn't care. The cold was an abstract environmental factor for him rather than something that he could really feel.
This is the same as the fatigue caused by continuous running, his arms and legs swing in an orderly manner, and his limbs seem to have been separated from consciousness.
The other scouts had no such experience, only the veteran Kudin ran as easily as Moroz, and Clifford breathed heavily but still kept up.
The recruits Tesdie and Gaia showed the worst signs, their faces flushed, their feet staggered, and their uniforms were saturated with sweat.
Despite the difficult situation, neither of them made any requests for rest.
This is good because the will to move forward is as important as the physical ability.
No one spoke along the way.
Everyone prepared weapons to guard the area they were in charge of, but there was nothing to report. It seemed that they had already thrown off the Oke vanguard by one to two kilometers.
Moroz was silent and restless, and the communication channel was unusually silent.
Although they are not within the communication range, he still expects to receive the signal from Dexburg, but he hears nothing.
He suddenly thought that Yard might do some reckless things, such as making his squad forceless before he issued a warning of Oak's offense.