Chapter 209: Sleepy beast (middle)

Momak has always believed that a real hunter will not avoid being seen by its prey. The act of secretly approaching and only showing up when the prey is killed is done by cowards and scavengers. What is happy? Where is that excitement?
One Oak learns to hunt under the guidance of other more correct and instinctive dogmas.
He walked through the shadows like ghosts, secretly judging the sensitivity of the shrimp ears, how much could they hear?
He watched them as they walked deep into the tunnel, and then scratched the wall with his fingers.
The soldiers behind the palace immediately turned around and hit a string of bullets on his face.
This almost worked, Momac had to skim his face, but these weak guys did not know that they were not actually hunters, but simple prey. After a few heartbeats, more bullets came over.
Momac completely ignored those attacks, and their tactics were meaningless. When they opened fire, he had already left and merged into the shadow next to him.
After twenty breaths, he found them again.
The shrimps were very alert. They picked up their rifles and aimed quickly. The spirit was on high alert. Momak saw their mouths moving, and they were telling each other.
The ugly green face showed a grinning smile.
He fell heavily behind a certain shrimp, his left hand stretched out sharply, and grabbed the soldier.
"Be careful!"
"Shoot! Shoot!"
Other shrimps turned to fire at Momak. While more than ten bullets were fired into the body, Momak also saw the gritted teeth and the fear in his eyes. He couldn't help laughing.
The leader of the Oak blocked the twitching human shield in front of him, watching the blood of the dying soldier splash on his armor, and the shrimp he caught in his hand was like a cannabis bag of frozen meat, and the grenade exploded. It opened up, exploding his flesh shield, but still not enough to kill him.
"Good job, shrimp."
The mockery from Momak was like a kind of low growl in the opponent's ear. He threw the broken meat shield aside, then lifted the machete in his hand and swooped at the other soldier.
The battle is short and cruel, and the powerful force provided by the barbaric muscle fibers of the Occi leader's unreasonable means that only one result is possible.
Momak smashed the upper body of the shrimp with his backhand, then kicked him out and smashed several people, then turned and grabbed the other one. When the weak warrior twisted his body, Momak flicked his forehead with his finger. a bit.
"This thing looks quite crisp." He said.
The shrimp said something, hatred was burning in his eyes, and Momac wasted a few seconds just to appreciate the expression, the brutality.
Then he smashed that face with his fist.
"Destroy it!!"
The follow-up company noticed the big guy who suddenly inserted into the middle of the team. The officers shouted orders and commanded the hordes of soldiers to try to overwhelm the abominable monster.
It was this moment that Momac was waiting for.
He greeted the first batch of soldiers who charged, first punched one, and then cut the second head with a knife, the lungs of the shrimp were still screaming out, and the air from the cut throat like a fart. The scream screamed out of the wind as it spewed out of the tube.
Blood fluttered in the air.
In the third, a brand new bayonet barrel had Momac's shoulder pads. His left hand found the enemy's throat and chest, tearing the fragile flesh like a piece of damp parchment.
Fourth, the blood-stained machete removed the arm holding the command knife in his hand. He lifted his leg and kicked the crippled shrimp chief into the rock wall with his head down.
He grabbed the grenade from a wooden handle that was still spinning and falling in the air. His movements were so fast, as if it was time to slow down and wait for him, as if the grenade remained in the air waiting for him to fetch, It seemed that the air was holding the dangerous explosive for Momac like a submissive servant.
He grabbed the smoky grenade, turned it over, and quickly buried it in the face of the fifth shrimp, kicking the opponent's foot, blood and fire splashing out of the crowd at the same time.
"Waaaagh!!!"
Momac used a roar to summon the boys hidden around him.
Waaaagh! !
The boys responded to him with a louder roar, one by one rushing from the darkness, they were spitting one by one, their trembling lips were covered with rotten wood pile-like teeth, and the beast-like body was covered with Ochre, chalk and indigo, choppers and tomahawks stab toward the dense crowd.
Bloody melee combat quickly broke out in the tunnel, and the human defenders were obviously not prepared to deal with the emergency. Two-thirds of them were in the front, and one-third was in the back. The sudden attack of Ok was disrupted. All planning and preparation.
No one would expect that so many monsters will hide in culverts and workers' dormitories.
A group of soldiers who were in contact with the enemy were quickly defeated, and the Oakes drove the dead bodies all the way to the exit of the tunnel, which was also the camp of the ninth division.
Momak’s idea is simple. He thinks most of the shrimps have gone to the trouble of Shaluka, and he will get a sufficient opportunity to plunder, and there will not be too many shrimps left.
But it turned out that he and Shaluka were wrong.
"At all costs! Destroy this Oak!"
Strict orders were issued to the first-line officers layer by layer~EbookFREE.me~ Because the two sides were already entangled together, the heavy firepower lost its function, and the officers could only command the soldiers to launch suicide charges.
The casualties began to skyrocket, and the entire army was like the wood thrown into the stove, which was quickly exhausted, but the pace of the Oakes gradually slowed down.
Momak realized that something was wrong, and he could not kill the shrimp in front of him. His machete was even blunt. At least thousands of corpses were left behind, but the shrimp in front of him still looked endless, and the children were crazy. A lot of losses were also lost in the war of consumption, and now only less than one hundred are left.
"Damn!"
With a strong sense of crisis in his heart, Momac turned his head to look behind him, he was considering whether to retreat first.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a tall figure staggering forward, and that familiar face.
"Momak! Shrimp is behind my ass!"
Shaluka didn’t look optimistic at this time. His body was covered in flames. Large and large scars appeared on his bare skin. The original heavy armor also became ragged, even on his face. There are two blood holes and one of the fangs is broken.
Over his shoulder, Momac saw a large piece of shrimp with a rifle in his eyes, and his eyes twitched.
"you idiot!"
As soon as the other party came to the front, Momak knocked it over with a punch.
"This is a little bit of what you said!?"
"I, I didn't expect so many!"
Shaluka was also very suffocated, originally thought that Momak would hit the home of Zhaimi straight, and then pick up things behind him. As a result, this guy actually hid and let Zamigo find his trouble directly. In the end, he didn’t get much. , The boys are all compensated.