Chapter 196: Diversion

"The Gunman."
There was a hostile rude voice in Grak's throat.
"When was the last time we did it?"
"This time is not short."
Beirut said this, but in fact he did not remember much. Although all Oaks were belligerent lunatics, Grak acted fiercely in that respect.
This is a rare duel between warlords. They are only a few meters apart. They are shaking hands with their weapons. The empty camp is the arena, and all the boys are cast out to build the one that leads to the kingdom of shrimp. Bridge.
Beiruf knew that Grak was a savage student, a slaughterer, and he was also a unparalleled warrior in battle. His strength lies in the impact of the battle and the fierceness of the raid. He met on the battlefield. When he arrives, he will understand what is unstoppable.
He will not fight with you, but a simple killing-this is not to say that he lacks skills.
His talent is unparalleled, his concentration is beyond common sense, his speed is extremely confusing, he is a storm full of killings, his weapons never stop, his eyes are always vigilant, his opponent's muscles are slightly tight and No change could escape his eyes.
In the past, he would be called the leader of the war. This title belongs to those tribal leaders who lead the way and take the lead, rather than those who command operations in the distance or use only waaagh energy.
But outside of the personal battlefield, no matter how he learns and trains, Grak always lacks the brutality and fierceness that make him unmatched in actual combat. He can certainly use brute force to play beautiful offensive and defensive wars, but this is not his talent. At present, if any warlord makes every effort, he can evenly compete with him in large-scale battles, and Beiruf can even defeat him relatively simply.
"Then don't wait!"
Grak lifted his giant axe and rolled up a gust of wind against Beiruf. The blade of the axe that had killed countless creatures in the sun shone with a vicious light.
Beirut couldn't retreat, but greeted him with his sword.
The solo duel began. The collision light of the weapons reflected the armor hanging. The flags hanging around seemed to be in a thundercloud storm. The intersection of the blades caused the electrolysis of the air, and the breeze formed gently blows the thick flags.
As they wrestled with each other, two other beings joined.
First was Shabal, who stood beside a heavy artillery and observed quietly, and then it was Okimide, who appeared from the shadows, the burning mechanical prosthetic eyes watching the fight, and Rick's body carrying it looked Very heavy mechanical support, and a rusty mechanical arm is extended forward.
Beiruf felt these two guys, but there was no additional reaction.
Grak noticed his distraction, and slashed down the wall. Beirut sideways avoided the blow. The back of the blade of his right hand hit the opponent's weapon and barely blocked it at the last minute.
The weapons of each other rubbed against each other and spread a string of Mars on the hot hot sand. It is now noon and the hot sun hangs high, which happens to be the hottest time of the day.
Gram may not have any tactical insights, but he has a clever strategy in fighting. He understands that Beirut is a guy who is good at speed. At the beginning of the duel, he tried to approach the other party, oppressing the other party’s range of activities, and launching several numbers. The second fierce slash, and Beiruf was able to resist these attacks with his sword ridge.
The Gun Corps has never been famous for martial arts. Many times they are considered to be too dependent on long-range firepower to win the war. Such accusations may be partially true, but Beiruf believes that every kid in the Gun Corps has no less than The combat skills of other legions.
Maintaining balance, action and response, how to guide adversaries to expose their technical flaws, how to avoid opponents' temptations, and all these aspects are deeply etched in consciousness in Beiruf's perennial training and campaign career.
However, in the face of more fierce and brutal relatives, this unique concept is not enough to smooth out the disadvantages.
"what!"
When Beirut made a deviation while blocking an attack on the torso, Graco seized the opportunity to cut a deep scratch on the breastplate, and Shabal immediately screamed in exclamation.
Focus!
Beilufu admonished himself.
The blades collided again, locked between the saw teeth, and Beiruf and Grak slammed closer. The shoulders of the two sides violently touched each other, and they could even see each other's reflections in each other's pupils.
"You are like cowards!"
"We have our own way, you have too much control, Grak!"
Hold each other for a few seconds, then both sides withdraw their weapons at the same time and take a step back.
"Boss, although I really want to continue to appreciate your combat skills, I have to say something."
A weird tone ended the duel, and Okimide walked between the two with his mechanical box. Because his voice was like a fart, he was always ridiculed by the boys until he used a certain A weird device threw a group of jokes his kid into the sky, and then fell back to the ground, and no one dared to joke him again~EbookFREE.me~ What a terrible thing..."
Although they were dissatisfied that the duel was interrupted, the two warlords took away their respective weapons, because in addition to studying the underground ruins, Okimide had another important responsibility-to supervise the construction of the iron bridge across the fissure. .
However, the project has not been smooth, and various problems have emerged one after another. Ok is not good at large-scale civil construction. Maybe they can be played mechanically, but they are designed to require such a high degree of organization and coordination. Sometimes, they often make a mess.
This is also the basic reason why Grak would come to find Beiruf in his spare time. If the bridge repair is not good, nothing will be done.
"I thought for a long time and found a solution."
"You said the same thing last time. As a result, a lot of iron was wasted and you can't even pass a fart!"
"This time is different, I am very useful for this plan."
"tell me the story."
Shabal also came over, and three warlords surrounded Okimide in the middle,
"I have seen it. There is a mouth very close to the sea. We dug a ditch and introduced the seawater into the pit, so we can build a pontoon."
"like……"
The three warlords glanced at each other. Grak was a little dazed, and Beiruv agreed, but Shabal was suspicious.
"How long do you have to dig?"
"Probably from here to the blood skull."
Shabal estimated it for a while and thought it was an acceptable distance.
"Then do it!"
Although I didn’t understand it very much, it seemed a bit playful to see the meaning of the other two guys. Grak shouted immediately. He is not equal to one minute and one second now. Those shrimps.
It's so hot...