Chapter 824: Scout

"Sir!"
Clifford's weak voice interrupted Moroz's thoughts.
The scout stopped behind the squad and put the sniper rifle on his shoulder.
"Squad, stop."
Moroz hissed:
"Stay alert and report your findings, Clifford."
"I think I heard the engine, sir."
Moroz walked back and stopped beside the scout who was crouching there.
"Did you hear the engine sound, or did you not hear the engine sound?"
"I heard the sound of the engine."
Clifford's words were a little more self-confident.
"Behind us"
"Distance? Scale?"
"I don't know, sir, I can see hot mist in that direction."
The scout pointed to a on the plain they passed a few minutes ago.
As the scout continued the description with a tight tone, Moroz took off his telescope from the belt.
"I saw them. Three vehicles, two transport vehicles, one armored combat vehicle, no motorcycles or infantry... they are coming straight to us!"
Moroz couldn't see anything with his naked eyes, but through the sound he knew that the Oaks were driving without lights.
Are they interested in hunting scouts?
He confirmed the report of Keli Feng through the telescope: three Ork vehicles were chasing them, and they were packed with soldiers.
Moroz immediately looked around for the best defensive position.
There are a few dwarf trees less than one hundred meters to his right, and a narrow stream is cut diagonally from the north, thirty meters from his left.
These trees can help them avoid the possible course of the orc and provide some vision to cover, but the thin, twisted trunks and branches hardly provide any physical protection.
The creek is at least one meter deep and lined with bushes along the coast, but it directly crosses the route directly in front of the Oaks.
Moroz made the last glance with the telescope and determined that there were no other green-skin troops around him. If the scouts were found, they would face three vehicles and the militant cargo on them.
Putting away the telescope, he made a decision.
"Go to the riverbed, four meters apart, snipers go to the front and back!"
They quickly rushed to the creek while keeping it concealed, where the water was about three meters wide and the riverbed barely ran through their boots.
Moroz guided the team a little bit upstream, where the current bypassed a boulder and extended a short distance south, almost perpendicular to the direction of Oak.
"We can't allow the enemy to communicate between us and Dexburg."
Moroz said to his scouts:
"We will wait for the enemy to pass by and then attract them from the rear. If the militia in Dexburg is paying attention, they can even see the battle and provide assistance."
The scouts nodded, their eyes widened due to adrenaline.
They entered their respective positions, hiding their weapons with bushes of weeds and bushes, and curled up on the waist-high mud flat.
Peering through the leaves of the plant, Moroz watched the green skins, his rifle standing quietly in front of his body.
The enemy is moving at normal speed three hundred meters away. This is not a reckless charge against Dexburg, it is a considered forward action.
The Oaks showed such a cautious idea that the Rangers sergeant felt very uneasy.
Ok without thinking is dangerous enough.
As the vehicle approached, Moroz could feel the ground shaking.
The heaviest is a half-tracked chariot on the right side of the cab. A long barrel cannon is erected on the left open top turret. There is a rickety gantry behind it. Two people stand on it with belts to fix themselves Gun with green skin.
In the car behind them, there were more than a dozen orc infantry crouching behind the metal partition, staring around and holding guns.
Thick exhaust fumes rolled from the other side, leaving a trail along the truck's path.
The other two vehicles were half the size of the previous one, and the four wheels bumped on dirt and weeds.
He can see the driver of each vehicle sitting in a wide compartment stooping and humping, beside them there is a shooter standing behind the vehicle’s weapon, and the ammunition drags one behind the roof of the vehicle, and there There were more green skins squatting together, their heads in helmets twirling around, searching for enemies' traces without stopping.
When they approached, they could even hear the voices of green skins and noisy singing in the engine noise.
We are walking~ We are walking~ We are walking everywhere~
Where is this~ I don’t know.
The armored combat vehicle crossed the river bed about 50 meters upstream. There was no pause when passing through the gap, and the truck was struggling.
Along with the thicker black smoke, one of the drivers increased the engine effort to try to jump over the gap.
The result was mixed: the truck rushed into the river and hit the opposite bank, the tires tore the soil and vegetation, and half the orcs were dropped from the back.
They shouted, seemingly cursing the driver, and the guy in charge of the steering wheel in the front of the car made a ridiculous laugh, seeming to be happy about it.
The second truck approached more carefully. The belly was submerged in water and a sharp metal tear was made.
It stopped there, and smoke came out of the exhaust.
Moroz guessed the axle was broken.
Then there was a controversy accompanied by a roar, and punches and kicks, and finally the Oakes decided to give up the vehicle and go on foot, leaving only two guys to deal with the broken car.
When the last batch of Oaks was heading for the other side, Moroz issued a fire order.
"hit!"
The roar of the grenade rang on the bare backs of the Oaks, exploding the whole flesh, crushing the spine and tearing the limbs.
Moroz directed his fire to the abandoned truck, creating a series of explosions on the sides until something was ignited.
For a time the fire burst, and the exploding fireball rose tens of meters high into the air, and the fuel tank was detonated.
The fragments of the armor and chassis penetrated the nearby Oak like a blade, and soon the stream was filled with thick blood.
But he also had a hard time seeing what happened on the armored combat vehicle: it was blocked behind the explosion and the smoke from the vehicle exhaust.
Another truck turned its direction and approached the scouts, the wheels slipped on the grass, and the shooter above poured a lot of bullets towards the shore.
Da Da Da~!
Tesdey shouted quickly into the water, his cheeks and eyes on the right disappeared.
He looked around with his other eyes in despair, one hand on the water, the other hand still holding his gun tightly.
Moroz drove out the sound of scolding pain from his head and aimed his weapon at the fast approaching truck.
The heavy bullets roared from above the Ranger Sergeant's head and hit the mud beside him. Moroz saw the driver inside through the cracked windshield in front of the truck.
He fired two shots in quick succession. The first shot flew through the glass at the driver's chest, and the second shot entered the crew compartment behind through the gap.
Despite being shot in the chest, the guy protected his head and tried hard to control the vehicle~EbookFREE.me~boom~!
Suddenly, Moroz heard a muffled noise.
Less than a second later, a shell exploded on the river bank behind the squad, splashing dirt and water on the scouts' bodies.
He realized that Tesde had stopped making any noise, but his eyes had not moved away from the truck, and more firepower was sprayed from the on-board machine gun, causing Kudin to shout back and avoid.
"be careful!"
The veteran shouted, waving his hand suddenly, and the next moment a lot of blood spewed from the place where it was his wrist.
"Pay attention to concealment!"
Moroz said sharply while hitting the shooter on the truck with another shot.
Ok then fell off the weapon, and there were three or four bullet holes in his head.