Chapter 215 Follow Me

The use of psionic energy is not a simple matter. Any negligence will cause terrible consequences, so successful psionics are almost all determined and cautious people. After all, in the field of psionic power, negligence means death.

But the orcs don't understand this, or even if the orcs understand this, they will subconsciously forget it. Orcs can't fully control the psionic power they feel. The orcs who use psionic are like children who get weapons. They use their new toys to shoot around happily, but there's nothing they can do. Controlling the weapon in your hand may eventually hurt yourself.

Wow, wow, the big shaman can't control his psionic energy. The violent psionic can't control the power in his body. He can only drift with the tide and listen to fate, so the unlucky wow wow shaman exploded in the process of using psionic energy.

The sock shaman knows this, but he doesn't care. In fact, orcs, such simple-minded creatures, rarely consider the consequences before doing things. As long as they are happy, who cares about the consequences?

So after the wow shaman blew himself up, the orcs just regarded wow wow as a bad luck piti, and then everyone began to stare at the big shaman with socks full of expectation to perform magic.

This time, the brother gave me a lot of face. The big shaman of socks used his power smoothly. The power of psionic surged in the limbs of the big shaman of socks and finally concentrated in his mouth. With a burst of shout, the power surged out: "WAGGGH!!! Brothers, go and kill the shrimp and cut it desperately!"

The orcs standing in front of the sock shaman felt the inspiring power at this moment. At the same time, a warm force quietly entered the bodies of the orcs from the outside. At this time, the orcs felt the power of the whole body. This power exploded in the muscles and urgently needed a place to vent.

The big shaman of socks pointed them out a clear direction.

Yes, you don't have to think so much, just try your best to cut it.

"Wo-o-o-o!"

"Cut the shrimps to death, chop them all up!"

"Cut and cut, cut and cut!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the two orcs forgot their previous fears. At this moment, these green skins felt that their bodies were full of power, and there was nothing in their eyes that could stop the machete in their hands. At this moment, every orc hit their hearts and felt that they were invincible, and they still While charging, he roared and cheered himself up. In an instant, the orc launched a powerful attack.

The large-scale heroic and fearless charge can always boost morale. The charge of the two squadrons encouraged by the big shaman of socks quickly drove the courage of more orcs. In addition, the boss also made up his mind this time, so the human front was besieged on all sides for the first time.

In the blink of an eye, the calm of the battlefield was broken, and the red laser beams kept flashing. A large number of red laser beams burned, penetrated and killed the orcs. But this does not stop the pace of the orcs from moving forward. Death, blood, gunshots, and roaring are all stimulating the nerves of the orcs and making these natural warriors enter a state of fanatical. These green skins have given up thinking at this moment. They are all devoted themselves to the war, enjoying the smell of gunpowder smoke and spreading. The feet rushed forward, and there was only one desire in their hearts. They sliced all the enemies with a machete and smashed the shrimp into pieces with guns!

"Fire!!" On the front line of the battlefield, Old Morborough shot the orc's head with rhythm and was still paying attention to the situation around him. The old man's old voice was still loud. Sometimes, Morborough's cry even overwhelmed the deafening gunfire on the battlefield. "Heavy weapons team is ready to fire!"

The heavy weapons team arranged on the front suddenly began to speak out. The bullets formed a net of death. The crossfire uninterrupted strangled the orcs, and the orcs fell down, but this could not stop the green-skinned fanatical charge, and more orcs rushed up.

"Don't stop the heavy weapons! Shoot, shoot, go on!"

But after five minutes of continuous shooting, the heavy weapon still stopped working. "I can't continue, sir. The barrel is overheated and needs to be cooled!"

"Then let it cool down quickly! Bastard!"

"Hand grenade ready, three, two, one, throw!"

This time, the orcs seem to have really made up their minds to completely pull out this human position inserted in the middle of their own army. After the war began, there was no stop for a moment. A wave of orcs were repulsed, and soon the second wave of orcs would rush up immediately, and while the ground attack was launched, the orcs Their flying troops were dispatched, and one by one, giant catapults were also carried to the orcs' positions. The orcs with simple wings made of feather canvas on their arms were ejected to the sky one by one and began to attack Raley's front from the sky.

Occasionally, there will be self-exploding orcs with explosive jumping in their arms. These fearless orcs, like football players, rushing to the human defense line under the cover of their teammates with explosive jumps in their arms. If the explosive jump in their arms is accidentally hit on the way, it will naturally be a bombardation. The explosion, and the wonderful scene of a group of orcs flying flesh and blood, once the orcs succeed in the touchdown, it will be a gap in the explosion on the front line.

The fierce battle lasted for two hours, and Rayleigh felt that his regiment was almost reaching its limit. The continuous battle had made every soldier feel very tired. The number of casualties began to surge at an unbearable speed. If there is no way to reverse the situation, he must give up the third. Layer the defense line, shrink the defense line to the second defense line.

It only lasted for less than two hours, and the first thing that surged up in Rayleigh's heart was shame and anger. He never thought that his regiment would be so fragile that he could only resist for two hours before the orcs' full attack. However, Rayleigh is not a person who likes to drill into the horns. They quickly began to enlighten themselves from one aspect. Without the support of heavy weapons, artillery regiments and armored forces, they only fought with their own enemies ten times or even a hundred times with infantry. It is their best to continue to this stage.

There is no need to blame yourself too much. As for the next thing, isn't there someone above? Riley sighed with a smile, called Favilia in front of him and gave him an order.

Favilia trotted all the way to Li Anjie, slightly tidied up her clothes, and then knocked on the door.

No one opened the door, and the door opened by itself. Then Li Anjie came out.

"You don't have to tidy up your uniform. You really don't look like yourself," Li Anjie said to Favilia with a smile, "Although your body is full of smoke and dust, I hope your weapons and your heart are still clean, follow me, protect me, and don't feel what you see next. To make a fuss, can you do it?"

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, ma'am!" Favilia saluted and said, "But I'm happy to protect you. It's my duty. I will do my best."

"Then let's go."

The two bypassed the maze-like trenches and gradually approached the front line with the welcome of the orcs that occasionally fell from the sky. This was the first time that Li Anjie came to such a place without the protection of his elders. Along the way, she saw a lot of scars, bullet pits could be seen everywhere, and the injured soldiers wrapped their wounds in white cloth. Leaning against the trenches and gasping weakly, but once the war begins, with just a call, these remnants can jump up and into the battle at an amazing speed. During the interval of the battle, these wounded soldiers will shrink to the corner and gasp hard, as if they would die the next moment.

Death becomes no longer a threat here. With ubiquitous corpses, death has become a very common thing here, and danger has become no longer a terrible thing here, because it will suddenly fall from the sky with the ferocious green skin; then Faviria will calmly pick up the gun and grin. The orc's head came up. After the gunshot, it was the broken orc's head and scattered red and white slurry. The headless orc's body fell to the ground, and no one would look at it more.

Yes, danger may fall from the sky at any time, but this is not terrible, because soldiers can defeat the danger and kill it before it comes.

The sound of gunfire continued, the explosion rumbled, and the roar of the orcs and the human call were mixed, accompanied by the unwilling call of the dead in the void. All this formed this battlefield, this place that made the warriors shine, this auditorium that sublimated faith, this place that devours life.

Li Anjie took a deep breath. The smell of gunpowder smoke made her feel as intoxicated as the sweet breeze of the lake in her memory. At this moment, she felt extremely relieved that she had to protect her happiness with her own hands. Then Li Anjie looked at a young man who was following her and carrying out the task. "Your name is Is it called Faviria?" Li Anjie took the initiative to ask.

"Yes, madam."

"I'll follow me later. Don't be afraid. I want you to promise that as long as you follow me closely, you won't be hurt." Li Anjie asked softly, "Will you be afraid?"

"Of course I will be afraid, but I'm used to it," Faviglia explained, "Madam, you probably don't know that I'm a blasting expert. The blasting expert was born to be accompanied by fear. Madam, don't worry, I will never leave you for half a step. Unless I die, nothing can stop me from carrying out the task. . "

"Very good, then you follow closely." With this, as soon as Li Anjie bent down, he stepped on a few wooden boxes and walked out of the trench. At this moment, Li Anjie left the bunker and was completely exposed to the battlefield of bullets.