Chapter 103 The Enemy Shows Off CP

"Ah, let me think about it, let me think about it." Uncle Bones led the orc troops attacking Halesridge Port to the vicinity of Hades' nest. He could see the smell of gunpowder in the air and the shells in front of him. After plowing the loose land countless times and then grinding it back again by the attacking crowds and vehicles, he knew that the enemy was dead and it was indeed a good place to fight.

The big and strong orc guards around him saw the big boss looking like he was about to get upset again, so they quickly took a few steps back. As long as the boss gets upset, the boys who are too close will be hit by him. The waving big claws killed him instantly.

Even wearing awesome armor was of no use. Last time, the unlucky guy got too close to the crazy boss and was sent to the big iron can of death with a claw. Although the Big Tin of Death is pretty cool, according to the guys inside, you can't eat or drink after getting into the Big Tin. Even smashing the heads of shrimps isn't as exciting as before.

"Ah! Brother Mao, Brother Mao, tell me! We are going to fight this enemy's iron nest like this!"

Uncle Bone waved his hand and asked a fart who looked like a clerk to record the prophecies he learned from the vision of Gomao.

"Let those old bastards with blood axes fly on planes and so on, and fall on the enemy to death. Let those guys who play with engine oil and wrenches, let them decorate dirty cars, make hairy diamonds, and so on. Big and powerful ones that can smash those stone nests! Don’t worry about those big tugs and big chops all day long.”

"Well, there's more! Tell those roasting boys not to go together, tell them to separate, and go and light a fire in the whole nest. What's the point of a bunch of wimpy little things roasting a tin shell all day long? Tell those who set fire to it Yes, if I don’t see the whole city burning, I will burn them.”

Fart Jing wrote furiously, recording Uncle Bone's words, but it was obvious that the constant cold sweat on his forehead revealed that he couldn't keep up with Uncle Bone's thoughts and crazy words.

"Well, that's all for now! Get it done quickly!"

Uncle Gu then looked at the enemy's death nest. He could already imagine that under the guidance of Brother Ganmao, he would bring a grand, particularly interesting Waaagh to this place, and everyone would have fun playing it!

The secretary, Ding Jing, wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the words on the board in his hand.

I wrote too fast and I don’t recognize some things.

"Go quickly!"

"Go now! Go now!" Goot, who was scared to death by Uncle Bone's roar, retreated and issued orders to the orcs below using the board covered with words that looked like dogs crawling.

The Blood Ax Clan can be said to be the first orc tribe to come into contact with humans, and it may also be a tribe that can have certain exchanges and cooperation with humans.

Blood Ax Special Combat Boy

However, the exchanges and learning between the two sides are more about learning from each other during the war, rather than following the cowardly "foot spraining" ritual of those deflated things with no balls.

Blood Ax will trade equipment with humans, and sometimes even act as mercenaries for the empire. They are good at the art of war such as concealment, stealth, and destruction. At the same time, they embrace progressive ideas more than their brainless compatriots. They are equipped with a large number of technological products, and they also breed a large number of Scrooges to paint camouflage on vehicles. Although these camouflages are too bright and crude, they have little effect.

But it's much better than those guys who only use red paint.

Because of the above reasons, the orcs do not trust these guys who always think about other things. They will be the first to abandon their brothers and run away when the battle situation is unfavorable. How shameless! And when the fight starts, he will run into the nook and cranny to ambush someone, which is really embarrassing!

"Orcs must look like orcs! Look at those guys with blood axes. Except for being a little greener, they are almost the same as those shrimps!"

But the boys of Blood Ax don't care about the evaluation of other orcs. After all, as the guys who can't see in the fight and lose the first one to escape, they really have little communication with the surrounding orc brother troops, and they are basically in a single-player state throughout the whole process.

Just like those Punishment Clown supports in the league, it doesn't matter whether AD lives or lives, he just wants to go to the opposite jungle to disgust the enemy jungler.

"Hey! Boys! I have something to say. The big boss, the most powerful big boss, just gave us a combat plan that looks pretty good." A man wearing a tactical vest with his head on his head The special operations boss, who had a night vision device on his car and a backpack with unknown items behind him, stood in a car and spoke to the special operations boys under his command.

"We are going to take a plane. You are right, they are those shabby planes that emit black smoke. The boss said that the walls of those shrimps are too high and too thick to be blown up. Call me We sat on the plane and flew over the iron nest, then landed and gave those shrimps a hard blow. Is there any problem?"

A special operations boy raised his hand, "Then how are we going to get off? We will definitely fall into pieces if we jump from the plane."

"Here, let me think about it." The special operations boss touched his chin and began to think about how to avoid falling from the plane and falling to his death. He thought of the Storm boys carrying rockets behind them.

"We can carry a rocket on our backs and fire it up when we're about to land."

"Like those Stormboys, I thought this would work."

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"What? You want me to dismantle all these half-repaired big guns? Do you know how much money I will lose?"

"But the boss, this is the boss's arrangement, I can't do anything about it."

"Ah." The big mechanic in charge of the production of the orc armored vehicles grumbled angrily, slapped the table full of nails and parts, and shouted at the busy factory with his loud voice.

"Don't fix those big guns! Dismantle them! Make more cannons for the boss, and put more explosive iron balls in them!"

"Ah! Please!"

"Don't shout! If anyone dares to say no, I will send him to Goznik!"

The threat was very effective, and the complaining voice disappeared. The factory once again resumed the sound of clanging and knocking. After all, no one wanted to go to the mad doctor Goznik to have their brains removed and put in a can.

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Quiet, too quiet, it was simply not the style of the orcs.

They had stopped attacking for five days. In addition to seeing more and more dense light spots from the detector, the clouds above the orc camp became darker and darker. The scouts could not even enter the camp to find out. Most people were attacked halfway. Only a few lucky ones could come back alive.

Yarrick put down the telescope and sighed deeply. He knew that the most difficult time was coming. The eve of the storm was always so quiet.

Quiet to the point of suffocation.