Chapter 656: Outpost (3)

They are here again.
Don Steinovich saw through the optical telescope a dark and fuzzy line on the horizon, similar to a low thundercloud. The sound was like thousands of pairs of boots on the ground, and the roar of the old engine continued.
The sound of the neighboring Oaks continued to rise, and the rumbling noise caused the broken stone carvings of the fortress to tremble.
This is a frightening thing, like the drumming of war drums, forming a kind of war beat that strikes the most brutal part of the heart, which makes Constantine’s heart beat fast, although he knows the distance One contact will take a few minutes.
"Only fighting is our true piety, and we will die until we die!"
Pastor Diodesius’ words were amplified by the megaphone on his helmet and passed through the protective wall to all directions.
These words are very familiar to a veteran like Constantine, but he knows that what the pastor said is useless to the battle situation. The continuous attack for a whole week has exhausted everyone's body and mind, and the reinforcements still seem to be far away. Who hopes no matter what.
Don't need to look around, Don Constantine can also notice the contradictory emotions concentrated on each dusty, empty-eyed face.
The terrible odds and the shocking loss have made everyone win and do not have any illusions. The Idley fortress that was originally stationed by the two regiments now has less than 2,000 people, and most of them died in the wilderness outside. And fortifications.
During this time, the invasion of Oak was much more serious than before, and many people were caught off guard. Even the commander of the fortress was helpless. The original design of the fortress was just to deal with the small-scale Oak raiders. When a truly large-scale attack came At that time, they were stunned to find that everything prepared before was useless.
And the most frightening thing is that Ouk’s attack was obviously very planned. First, the railway was cut off, then the telephone line, and most of the routines were destroyed. The original bases and fortresses could support each other, but Europe Ke split them all.
Most of the people who sent out for help also went back and forth, and the few who reluctantly fled back told terrible stories.
The road is covered with green skin, whether it is a road or a hidden country road, they flood like an overwhelming flood, and the fortresses become isolated islands.
Ou Ke did not spend much effort to conquer these difficult bite strongholds, but rushed directly out of the gap of the line of defense, went straight to the great plain of Gramatia.
But this does not mean that they are safe. In fact, they have been trapped, and destruction is only a matter of time.
Right now, this is undoubtedly the final attack of Green Skin.
The breeze blew, and they smelled the odors of the Ork herd—smelly sweaty, smell, fungus' rotten smell.
Don Constantine's nose lost most of its functions in the last battle, but he didn't need to smell these smells, and he would hate them.
The wind blew the huge flag on a fortress beside him. The tattered pennant looked like a four-fold mourning streamer. The imperial lion pattern on it seemed to increase the dusty heat.
This is our home, Don Constantine suddenly thought.
Our kingdom.
These walls are permeated with honor and sacrifice. This courage is a legacy beyond time. Without such virtues, people like Don Constantine will find themselves not worth fighting for this country.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
The noise of the green skin approaching became louder and louder, and the roar of Oak drowned the pastor's final speech fiercely.
Don Constantine checked his gun and straightened his waist.
"Soldiers! Follow my orders!"
Ok's main force rushed to the fortress, and he did not flinch from the coke burned by hundreds of compatriots.
Most of them have already seen the imperial troops waiting to shine in the morning sun, and the upcoming battles only inspired them to run faster.
A large number of drooling and gasping thugs ran forward and rolled up a large smoky dust, the smell and the noise that thunder looked filled the air.
At the position of the city wall, the guards of Idley Fortress watched in horror as the size of the troops rushing towards them. The dusty plains were covered with green leather and their rough military vehicles. The uncountable war trucks were the vanguards. , Surrounded by huge war motorcycles.
Behind the machinery are tsunami-like infantry, with an unimaginably large number of gun boys and chop boys.
At the center of this cluster are several standing stolen car tanks. The giant leader stands proudly on the roof of the car, roaring into the air, driving his subordinates forward.
When the first wave of high-speed Mercedes-Benz war trucks entered the range, countless artillery fire broke out from the fortified walls, and the precisely deployed machine guns formed a continuous barrage.
Some trucks rolled over suddenly, then exploded into flames, others hit directly behind them, but most vehicles still steadily drove towards the already crumbling retaining wall.
There are eight heavy artillery in the Idley fortress. They are the fulcrums of defense. Most of the ultra-Ok that is currently working is inclined to fire. These large-caliber howitzers provide more psychological protection for the defenders than the material.
But Gutka has a way to destroy Xiami’s psychological defense...
"You stinker! Wait for me to go up—"
When the unlucky agent kid was desperately trying to grab the roof, the fart kicked him on the chin.
In the distance, the sad shrimps huddled up on the wall and looked at it. A group of big soldiers noticed the exclamation and raised their guns and aimed at Oke~EbookFREE.me~ The bullet hit and hung in midair Agent's kid was on the wall next to him, and the fart kicked him again.
"You shit, Usot!"
The fart shouted, kicking on Usot's face and stepping on his head.
"They are shooting at you!"
When the last stomping stepped on the face of the special combat kid, he couldn't hold it anymore.
The fingers on the top of the house were released, he screamed and fell down the wall, staring at the all the way, trying to spit at him.
The fart watched his agent kid fall and leaned against the wall and spit at him with a big sputum, hoping that the sputum would hit him before he fell flat on the stone road.
But then a series of bullets pushed him away from the wall, and he stomped in frustration that he would never know the result.
The rest of Agent Oaker is busy on the roof.
Two of them carried a rocket launcher, and the other ran around with a rivet gun, fixing the machine to the wall.
Special warlords are very aware of their effectiveness, and fart spirits cannot return to their war bosses with something other than good news. Now these dwarfs can’t mess up, even if the clumsy and Usot falls from the wall and Warning that all humans can't.
On the edge of the roof, the fart saw eight gates slamming in the center of the fortress, right in front of the assembly field.
I don't know the reason. The leader of the special operations already knew that they would be there, even yesterday.
The turret shuddered slightly, tracking the target several kilometers away.
Then there was a loud noise, and a group of shells were fired, screaming into the sky and disappearing out of sight.
A few seconds later, the farts heard the explosion from the distant warhead falling into the Oak position.