Chapter 293: No Squatting Allowed

Ta-ta-ta!

Bang bang bang!

Compared to Zelen, who was sitting peacefully in his office, listening to Qin's report and thinking about missile cannons and mortars, Donghe on Jaya Island was overwhelmed by the violent sound of gunfire and couldn't raise his head.

because……

Poof!

The regular army from the Krorod Empire has sent armored vehicles to land and launched the first round of offensive on the west side of the castle.

Faced with such an emergency, Donghe didn't even have time to grab the trident. He was forced to rush into the nearest trench under the orders of the sheep-headed chief, wearing a burning helmet and a cross sword.

Even though the artillery fire from the opposite side was a bit fierce, it blew up another group of teammates on the spot.

But Donghe didn't have time to think too much, especially about 200 meters in front of him, a row of green-painted tracked combat vehicles were constantly firing in his direction, and there were also a large number of infantry firing towards him. The position was strafed.

no way.

In order to survive, Donghe's only choice was to concentrate his energy and then aim the extended visor part of the burning helmet at one of the tracked tanks.

Although doing this is a bit like hitting a stone with an egg, the Burning Helmet is Donghye's only long-range equipment that can attack all targets within the visual range. Donghye has to concentrate as much as possible, and the concentration of the Burning Helmet With the ability, project the power of your own spiritual will onto a point on the tracked chariot.

So, with his gritted teeth and persistence, and trying his best to ignore the wails of his comrades around him, the first tracked tank was finally ignited by his spiritual power, and burst into bright flames.

However, there was more than one chariot on the opposite side, and he even heard some kind of rapid scream above his head...

Mortar blast!

Donghe, who had guessed something, immediately squatted down in the trench without saying a word, silently enduring the terrifying bombardment of the gunfire and rain outside.

"Get up! Do you know how to use this longbow? Shoot to death those rebels who disobey the true God!"

Obviously, even if he was squatting in the trench like an ostrich, a certain sheep-headed man officer would directly kick him hard on the buttocks, making him quickly continue to resist.

But here comes the problem.

Donghyuk doesn't know how to use a bow, nor how to nock an arrow or draw the bow, nor how to make his arrow hit the opponent.

Therefore, Donghe, whose eyes were darkened, was immediately punched by the sheep-headed chief.

"Idiot, you can't even use a bow, what are you doing with your hands? You might as well just chop them off!"

"Stop! Now is not the time for punishment, just let him stay put and continue to resist!"

Nailed in place?

Before Donghyuk could realize that he had received a heavy punch in the face and his nose was bleeding, he found that he had been cursed by another sheep-headed chief who suddenly rushed over. Suddenly, his legs could not bend and he could not squat down at all. He could only stand there facing the enemy's fire.

"Give me a long memory in the future!"

Along with a harsh word left by a sheep-headed chief who had already drawn his sword and originally wanted to cut off Donghe's hands, Donghe, who continued to face the opponent's gunfire, made a serious mistake.

Can't squat down, stay where you are...

He really couldn't think of anything right now and was completely at a loss.

But compared to him standing still, the crossbowmen next to him fired arrows with poisonous pustules at the opponent's troops, creating a large area of ​​green poisonous mist for the opponent.

Donghyuk, who finally had some recollection of this, refocused his energy and used the burning helmet to burn the enemy troops.

Yes.

This is the fate of a cannon fodder. There is no guarantee that one day the trenches will be filled directly.

Just like Donghe now, even if he wants to hide in the trench and pretend to be dead, the sheep-headed chief will give him a punch.

Even the long sword of the goat-headed chief...

Anyway, while the opponent's firepower is not so intensive now, continue to carry out burning attacks on the opponent, otherwise he will really have to fill the trench.

Moreover, he has always had a problem that he couldn't figure out.

Why don't the commanders have anti-armor weapons that can fight armor?

Bows and crossbows, no matter how you look at them, they don't look like weapons that can repel the opponent's armored tanks.

But this confusion did not last long. Donghe soon saw a group of tall men with gray-green skin crossing over his head, charging towards each other with high steps.

Orcs.

The ace of a hundred battles mentioned by the sheep-headed chief, a large warrior who claims to be able to defeat any so-called warrior in the world, has officially appeared.

At the same time, what frightened him very much was that the wild orcs were not afraid of any poisonous gas at all. Their skin was rough and their flesh was so tough that they were not afraid of ordinary small-arms fire. There was no emotion like fear at all.

Is it possible...

Donghe didn't dare to continue thinking about something. He had to fight until the curse on him was lifted.

Especially when these big guys who are at least three meters tall are blocking many cannonballs and missiles for themselves.

Although the Wild Orcs are all a bunch of violent and reckless men who rely solely on brute force to smash things with their bare hands.

but……

I really hope that the flag of the regular army of the Krurod Empire on the opposite side will not continue to fly and will not continue to appear in front of my eyes.

Otherwise, his life would definitely not be too good, and he would even face the possibility of being killed on the spot by various weapons anytime, anywhere.

In short, as these wild beasts rushed into the poisonous smoke, the originally very dense gunfire stopped temporarily, and was replaced by the collision of various violent smashing objects.

It seems that next... um!

Perhaps because the wild beasts really repelled the Japanese Mai people who came to the door, Dong He's legs were suddenly freed and he could finally bend down.

The spells of the sheep-headed commander were too terrible and too terrifying, and he didn't know what to do.

He was just a soldier who was just eating, so why did he have to fight so hard? What's more, the oatmeal porridge these commanders gave him was too...

Don't say it, if you say it, you will be whipped 50 times by a certain commander with vines.

Even if you meet the sheep-headed commander who dislikes you the most and forces you to practice sword every day, 100, at least 100 whips.

It's scary to think about it.

Why can't you give him some delicious food? He has to live an extremely uncomfortable life every day?

Dong He has never figured out this problem. Moreover, as an ordinary cannon fodder without any devout faith, Dong He could not understand the so-called true God at all, let alone any fear of God.

Of course, Dong He's education is not high, so it will probably take some time for him to understand the things here.

But who would be willing to spend time and energy to teach Dong He?

Is Dong He willing to spend time and energy to learn?

Just think about it.

Impossible.

Unless an ordinary cannon fodder is lucky enough to survive, how can he live to the day of his death?

Especially Dong He did not master much knowledge, and complex weapons and equipment were equivalent to waste on him.

In short, when the green poisonous fog outside dissipated, a group of wild beasts returned to a mysterious barracks under the order of a sheep-headed commander, and Dong He was relieved now. However, the wild beasts left a lot of parts on the ground.

Made of metal, there are also various debris that look like living creatures.

Anyway, Dong He, who was forced to clean up the scene, tried his best to resist the urge to vomit and cleaned up all the things left on the battlefield.

And if he didn't work actively, the sheep-headed leader behind him would probably teach him a lesson with vines or knives.

Yes.

The sheep-headed people's management method for black-haired dog-headed people is so simple and rough.

Dong He wanted to vomit, but he didn't dare to, and couldn't.

If he vomited... Ugh!

No!

Hold it in!

Although it was extremely uncomfortable to look at all kinds of rotten meat and blood residue, Dong He had to persist, otherwise... Ugh!

It was a pity that although Dong He resisted the urge to vomit, his consciousness gradually faded away.

Then...

Boom!

He suddenly fainted silently, and then fell on the battlefield full of blood and debris after the fierce battle.

"Carry this guy back to me, and tie him up with a rope. It seems that I really can't teach him a lesson if I don't take action..."