Chapter 268: Blood and Sand (2)

The big gun in Grak's hand spit out anger and plunged into a frenzy of black flesh and steel.
A muscular, black-skinned shrimp rushed towards him. He threw away his big gun and brandished a battle axe to make a low cut. He even cut off the opponent's legs and strode forward. The head of the dried shrimps stepped into a pool of sludge.
The Bloodfang Guard hugged him, and the red executioners formed a wedge offensive and quickly cut a path through the formation of the resistance.
Grak led them, he is the elite incarnation of these battles.
In the battles between Grak and countless beasts and countless enemies, only the fight with humans can make him fully committed and release himself.
Like an endless boy surging forward, the roar and rage impacted his senses;
WAAAAAAAGH! !
The spear bit the armguard, and the machete smashed the shoulder armor.
Graeke faced the attack of the bullet rain calmly, letting those humble attacks hit him, bullets, bows and spears. He seemed to be unaware of all this, his movements were not deformed, and the efficiency of killing the enemy was not a little bit. Less.
The surface of his humble armor was covered with foul-smelling organs. With the hiss of the battle axe and the roar of the big gun, more dirty liquid splashed on him.
He particularly likes this feeling.
This small town that is being ravaged by extreme violence, named Jima, is the most southerly imperial administrative region in the province of Axum, and it is also the property of King Zun.
Although the city has a resident population of only 20,000, its administrative area is one of the main production areas of kaffir bean. It is the only area outside the Yellow Sands that can grow this economic crop. The city gathers in the world every year during the harvest season Businessmen everywhere, especially during the period when the price of Kafir is rising, no one wants to miss this business of sitting on the ground.
Because of this, according to the agreement signed between the empire and King Zun, the managers of Jimma City were nominated by King Zun and appointed by the Empire, and the trade channels of Kaffir were managed by the Empire, and King Zun could get 30% of them. Profit.
This source is almost half of the income of the Zun royal family, so when the empire issued a warning of the invasion of Ouke, the Zun king did not have any meaning to give up here, but sent more warriors and built higher walls to try Resist Ouke's possible "attack".
Due to the special status of this city, the empire was unable to send troops to assist in the defense, and only allowed King Zuen to build those ridiculous fortifications with mud here.
When Grak rushed down the city, the first thing he did was kick the thick mud wall.
King Zun stationed five thousand tribal warriors here, but they never saw an invasion of this scale.
The endless, howling army of the Oak that rolled up the dust in the sky is almost a natural disaster in the eyes of many people.
Most of them act bravely, but they have little effect. They only have a simple big-blade spear, a few rifles, no artillery at all, let alone a machine gun.
A chieftain of the Zun fell down, and a huge half-height hammer was buried deep into his shoulder socket.
An Oke leader pulled out a hammer from the paralyzed chieftain's shoulders, then rounded his arms, and sent the seven or eight attachments around to join the Zun warriors and flew out a blood mist.
A ancestor uttered a trembling scream only in a nightmare. His abdomen was pierced with a rough sharp knife. The laughing green skin lifted him into the air, watching his limbs struggle irregularly, and then Twist your wrist backwards, hang the other person on the deer-horned loot stand, and then turn around to find the next victim.
The poor guy didn't die until the blood ran out, and before that there were two compatriots stacked on him.
The massacre not only occurred in the city, but also in the manor and plantation outside the city. The wandering Og gangs burned, killed, and robbed like hungry insects.
Some of the manor owners who tried to protect their property were tied with ropes by the Occa cavalry, and then dragged back and forth on their own fire-burned land until only bones remained, and their family The end will not be better, the series of heads behind Oak and his waist became their medals to show off their own force.
Thick smoke covered the entire city. The burnt scent from the burning of the kaffir beans filled the air. Some conscious boys noticed this quirky plant. They saved some in order to get something from the tooth market.
Apart from killing, the most important thing is looting.
The first boys who rushed into the human homeland had looted everything they could see. If they knew, if they didn't know, they took it away and talked about it, so that there were some funny scenes with children's skirts hanging on their bodies.
The scavengers who followed up followed the principle of no garbage, only baby, and moved everything from the fence to the bronze bell.
However, Ouke's desire to destroy is often greater than their desire to plunder, or more things are burned and trampled.
Schools, libraries, theaters...
Although Jima is a small town, there are also many sophisticated buildings and entertainment venues because of trade.
Bang~!
The burgundy door was heavily kicked open, and a sulky Grak strode forward with a battle axe, and the sharp teeth on the battle axe were still hung with a few pieces of internal organs.
The expensive weave blanket was messed up by the mud and plasma of his soles, but no one dared, or no one was willing to complain about it.
This is the Dahlia Ballroom and the largest wind moon festival in Jimma City. It is even famous throughout Aksum. There were two princes fighting for jealousy here, which caused a lot of trouble. It was also a business talk for many merchants. Good place, after all, wine and women are the best way to make a deal.
Grak took a deep breath, the taste here made him very unaccustomed and disliked.
The men ran away, and even the bodyguards ran clean and left. The original paper drunken and fanciful land, leaving only a group of women with disfigured colors and trembling.
They have only heard of Ok from the men’s ridicule, but the guests just described them with all kinds of stupid jokes, such as the words
The Unclean
,
Green Eunuch
,
Muscle Gun
, etc., are guests The most commonly mentioned ~EbookFREE.me~ But today, they really understand that Ouke has never been a joke, their killer, but also a butcher.
"This, this..."
The proprietress of the dance hall reluctantly moved her legs towards Grak, and she almost summed up all the courage in her life to achieve this step.
Kaimon is on top. Under the watch of such a monster, she has been able to prove that she is the bravest woman of Jima without fainting.
Grak stared at her, this weird shrimp, and she reminded him of the bird that Guk often carried.
But he doesn't like birds.
In a short distance of more than ten meters, the lady boss felt as if she was as long as her life. Now she is not shaking her legs, but her body is shaking, and her teeth are shaking too, so she can't say a word.
Finally, she moved to Grak, but she dared not look up at the other because she found herself too scared.
Grak sniffed his nose, and he smelled something like the smell of those fart hit by him.
He glanced down, and saw the yellowish liquid dripping from the white and tender legs of the shrimp.
Bang~!
Before anyone responded, Grak waved his arm.
He didn't work hard.
The rest of the dancers widened their eyes and watched their'mom' slowly slipping off the wall, her eyes bulging up like a dead goldfish, like a sloppy mud, dragging long Blood stains.
After a few seconds, they finally couldn't help screaming.
"what!!!!!!!!!!"
The harsh voice made Grak more impatient, and he turned sharply, throwing a string of blood on the armor, and walked out of the ballroom.
Afterwards, a grinning blood-toothed guardfish entered.
Screaming, it quickly subsided.