"Haha, cowardly humans, do you have any tricks?" Seeing that the human defense line was ahead, you could vaguely see the soldiers wearing helmets behind the defense line. The orcs who had accumulated endless anger after being bombarded could not help laughing. They firmly believed that as soon as they entered the hand-to-hand combat, many soldiers could not stop them. The battle the day before had proved this.

Keralala~ A strange sound came from behind the defense line. An orc who was leading the way was full of eyes, but he didn't know when a smoke rose from there, which made people unable to see it.

The strange sound suddenly stopped, and the orc's walnut-sized mind suddenly recalled something and widened his eyes. Before he could speak, there was a loud bang in the smoke, and a black shadow emerged from it and came to him in an instant, and a violent explosion occurred in the crowd.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and an m1a1 tank was quietly parked behind the human defense line. From the outside, the loading hand inside was loading the next armor-piercing projectile into the gun barrel. The young man was loading and muttering: "Damn it, see if your skin is thick or my depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile is powerful."

In fact, the reason why humans can dominate the world is because of their almost infinite creativity. After this shell hits armored vehicles such as tanks, the huge impact force causes uranium to burn, which can generate high temperatures above 6,000℃, reduce the local strength of the armor, break through the armor, and kill people and internal equipment in the vehicle.

And now I use it on the orcs, the high temperature of 6,000 degrees is enough to vaporize them.

The power of this gun finally made the orcs afraid, but their sense of combat was also sensitive enough. They immediately scattered and stopped charging straight. Although it was a little slower, it was at least not so easy to be directly hit by the tank.

Seeing that the enemy slowed down the attack speed, commanders of all sizes on the defense line immediately greeted the soldiers according to the tactics determined before: "Hurry, retreat quickly, and evacuate to the established area in units of squads according to the instructions."

All the soldiers immediately packed their weapons under the cover of tanks and retreated to their respective assembly points. Finally, when all the soldiers retreated, the tanks also quickly evacuated backwards after releasing smoke bombs.

Bang! A helmet supported by a wooden stick was smashed by an axe. After entering the defense line, the orc looked at the mess on the ground, but there was no human figure. He was so angry that he could only smash things around to vent.

Fortunately, after the people following the shadows were around them, they also led their respective troops to search for the enemy after receiving the next command through their headphones.

No. 23 Denning Street was originally a department store. Although the business was not as magnificent as a mile, people always came and went. Unfortunately, after people evacuated, it was as quiet as a cold grave.

Dong, Dong, a heavy sound of footsteps broke the tranquility here.

"Stinky mouse, don't you say you smell someone here? Where?" A heavy voice sounded on the floor, followed by a clamor, something falling down.

Looking at the source of the sound, a tall orc stepped over a pile of dummies scattered on the ground, and behind him were a few rats and lizard men looking around vigilantly.

"Are you talking about these plastic things?" The orc grabbed a rat man and spitted his face.

"Oh... I swear, I really smelled humans, and more than one." The rat man struggled in vain and distinguished.

The orc threw him aside like he threw rags and ordered, "Go and find them out, you rats in the gutter."

The strong strength determines the superiority and inferiority of the orcs. Even the shadow behind him dared not speak casually about the orders given by the orcs. After all, he can only be regarded as a communications soldier. On the battlefield, the orcs on a small scale will not obey his command.

A few rats scattered around, searching for the smell with their noses. Soon, a rats discovered the traces of humans, "Here, upstairs, squeak."

Everyone turned around and ran towards the stairs. At the same time, a few small cylindrical things rolled down from the upstairs, followed by a light bang, and a thick smoke covered everyone.

Ropes were thrown down from the edge of the upper platform, and special forces wearing urban camouflage swung down from above. After landing, they immediately pulled the trigger and shot into the smoke frantically.

The thermal imager on the rifle clearly told the soldiers the direction of shooting, and the characteristic silver-core bullets were accurately shot into the enemy's body. The silver, a metal that was miraculously effective against dark creatures, quickly took away the lives of those rats and lizards. As the shadow of humans, it was no exception. Soon, only the tall orc still survived in the smoke.

The big guy used his arms to protect his face and rushed in the direction. The soldiers just aimed at him and did not shoot again.

The orc who rushed out of the smoke turned his head and stared at the soldiers with blood-red eyes. The death of his companions did not bring him a trace of fear. He had only bloodthirsty desire in his heart, and all he had to do was to tear the enemy apart.

But what made him feel a little strange was why these humans did not continue to escape like before? Isn't they clear that the weapons in their hands could not cause harm to them?

Suddenly, a warning sounded in his heart, and the orc waved a giant axe and slashed behind him. Unfortunately, the man behind him was faster than him. He avoided his attack with a backflip, and there were six deep bone-deep scars behind the orc.

The orc took a breath of air conditioning in pain and roared at the man: "Werewolf! As a dark creature, why should you join humans?"

The tall werewolf stood up straight and said, "Hmph, have you ever asked your head whose territory is here before you attack?"

"Traitor!" The simple-minded orc couldn't imagine so many. In his opinion, it was better to speak with an axe when dealing with the enemy.

Although things are a bit simple, orcs are not stupid in combat. He knew that he had no advantage over the werewolf's powerful speed and explosive power, so after swinging an axe horizontally, he added another force in the direction of the axe, and his body also rotated with the axe.

The thick axe blade danced into a whirlwind, and the places passed were divided into two, even the thick pillars were no exception.

The soldiers of the special forces immediately fled in all directions. No one dared to approach this whirlwind. The werewolf also jumped away and frowned and looked at the whirlwind of death.

"He won't keep this state forever. Wait until he stops before giving him a fatal blow." The captain came to the werewolf and suggested.

"No, this bastard knows that he is at a disadvantage, and he is planning to escape." The werewolf gritted his teeth and pointed at the whirlwind turning toward the outer wall. It seemed that the orcs were not mindless at all.

"What should I do? Use grenades?" The captain also frowned.

"No, look at me." After saying that, the werewolf waved his claws under his feet, cut open the floor and jumped down.

The team members looked at the neat edge and couldn't help but secretly glad that these werewolfs belonged to them.

When the orc was about to spin to the exterior wall of the building, a black figure rushed out from the floor beneath his feet, pushing him hard to the ceiling, and also opened the cavity with his sharp claws.
Chapter completed!