Chapter 774: Advance (5)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
Ok's charge met the eleventh corps' defense line and sent a shock wave into the ordered array of Turk's men.
For a period of time, the human soldiers were as immobile as the dam in front of the flood, but the pressure on the enemy was rapidly increasing.
Hundreds and thousands of Oaks poured in, gradually accumulating in front of the line of defense.
And in the broken gap of the stalagmite fence, these green skins dressed in simple protective gear pushed and rushed up to attack human soldiers.
Soldiers were beheaded by the flying tomahawks or drowned by the enemies behind.
The rifle fired at close range, without any warning.
The large number of dead and wounded in the buffer zone between the front lines of the two armies forced the soldiers to retreat. They tried to maintain the formation, but the bodies of the two sides formed a terrible ridge, and Oak was rushing over.
"Draw a knife, draw a knife!"
Turk gave the order immediately.
Unlike ordinary legions, the Black Legion's bayonet is only aimed at the enemy, and when facing Oke, they are more accustomed to using the improved sword.
For a time, the friction of the long knife out of the sheath resounded around.
"Hear? Hurry—"
Captain Foor, a veteran under him, was turning around to convey the order, but a stray bullet shot through his head, and the veteran immediately fell to the ground face down.
At this distance, the gun in Ok's hand was no longer a toy, but a genuine murder weapon. A large-caliber bullet suddenly covered the position of the Eleventh Infantry Regiment like a torrential rain.
Everyone was hit by Turk.
"Cover! Look for the cover!!"
As he finished speaking, Turk felt a bullet across his right leg and another across his helmet.
"Damn green skin!"
He yelled up with a roar, waving a dagger in one hand and a gun in the other.
Reason is replaced by instinct.
He fired a shot and saw an Ouke's eyes burst.
Then Turk waved his dagger and cut off the head of a short butt.
Suddenly, something gave him a tummy, and he twisted breathlessly, piercing a neck with an sword.
Afterwards, Turk slammed the other with his speed advantage, shot the firmly, and turned back to pierce an enemy's chest. Then he twisted the sword and pulled out his weapon.
With the influx of Oak, the battle quickly became chaotic.
Within twenty seconds, Turk emptied the bullet.
He hummed and dropped the pistol on the head of an Oak, then pulled out a spare weapon, a pistol like a pepper shaker.
But several officers found him and dragged him back to a relatively safe position.
"Sir!"
An officer with blood on his face shouted at him:
"I can't hold it here!"
Roar! ! ! !
At this time, a team of Oke riders broke through the dense crowd in the fierce battle and appeared, indiscriminately using their rapid momentum to trample Oke and the Empire soldiers under their feet.
The Scrooge riders swayed and twisted over the infantry's head, just like the knight who drove the mount across the rushing river.
Heavy machine guns killed some of them and took them off the saddle. The beasts who lost the rider continued to ram their fangs and claws.
At this time, the first monster-like monster slowly walked into Turk's line of sight from the smoke of the battlefield.
He had never seen such a huge animal: a head with clouded eyes was as big as a bathtub, a body like a tank, and a tail like a long whip.
Those farts and mechanics stood on the platform of these monsters' huge spine, shooting waves of bullets with various weapons, and beside them there were crazy shamans dancing, their howling made the surrounding Oak become more Militant and crazy.
In a sense, this beast is invincible.
It ignores light firepower, the stalagmite breaks on the black armor, and anything that blocks the road is easily stomped under its feet.
Turk put away his dagger, ignoring the officers' dissuasion, and aimed with a pistol.
He felt that the clothes behind him were heavy, understanding that it was because the cloth was saturated with blood, and then he sent all six bullets to the platform on the back of the nearest giant beast.
Six rounds of bullets knocked down a few and a green leather that operated a machine gun, and the shrapnel also injured the beast.
The slow, painful response caused it to shake its body slowly. Turk opened the magazine and let the smoking shell pop out automatically, then filled six new bullets with trembling fingers.
"You can't keep it! You must die! You must die here!"
The beast turned to him and threw the soldier into the sky with his huge jaws.
Turk closed the magazine and aimed again, with the thumb of his right hand on the face.
He fired again, and the tiny bullet exploded the creature's throat and right shoulder in the splashing flesh.
Suddenly, it fell to the ground, the giant mouth plowed across the ground, the hind legs twitched and kicked, the huge tail flicked, and tens of dozens of unfortunately hit bodies were flew away.
But it wasn’t Turk who knocked it down. These bullets were only tickling for the giant Scrooge. The real fatal thing was the flames from the underground, almost burning through the belly of the monster.
The wizard who made all this gestured to Turk, and then without waiting for his next move, a few sudden green lightning bolts wiped the wizard away from the spot.
"Damn!"
Turk wanted to find the beast that made all this, but he didn't get the chance.
Several Oaks rushed towards him, several soldiers stepped forward to stop, but were quickly knocked down, Turk also rushed up, he threw a gun and wrestled with an Oak.
The green skin shouted at him, trying to bite off his neck, but Turk stabbed the opponent's right chest with a sword, dragged it to the front, and broke the nose bridge with a hammer.
The green skin was paralyzed~EbookFREE.me~Turk used the handle of a long knife to twist the guy aside as a meat shield.
Another Oaker had waved a battle axe to Turk, so the edge of the axe cut into the back of his comrade-in-arms.
He immediately withdrew his weapon from a pair of dead hands and twirled it toward the second Oak.
The slender blade edged into the guy's left face and penetrated from behind his head.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !
Hearing the roar approaching, Turk pulled out his weapon and waved frantically towards the third Oak who approached him from the left side. He strode he did not hit the other side, but that Oak still fell to the ground and died.
The deputy head grabbed Turk's shoulder. It was the bullet of his pistol that killed the green skin.
"Withdraw, sir!"
The deputy head shouted exhaustedly.
"We must retreat!"
Turk knew that the other party was right. In this scuffle, all formations and orders no longer existed, and the rushing Oak was cutting the soldiers apart.
The mortar position has been abandoned, and on the right, the forces of the Great Corps seem to have completely collapsed.
The rolling dust cloud that followed Oak together like a shroud was slowly drawing into the position of the 11th Infantry Regiment.
They have done their best.
Turk felt like they had fought for hours, but in fact it was less than thirty minutes.
"Just do it!"
Turk shouted to his legions.
"Retreat from war, retreat!"
He imagined that his own people would be able to evacuate the front line. After the reorganization, he used guerrilla tactics to interfere with the flanks of Ok. There were many mines nearby, and they did not lack hiding places.
But sand and dust gradually wrapped them up, green skin everywhere.
It was only then that Turk realized that they were lucky to be able to leave alive.