Chapter 57: Benglak "Stomach Shock"

With the chopping of Benglak's heavy axe, cracks and gaps quickly appeared on the solid gate. The soldiers stationed at the gate could even see the tremor of the orc's axe cutting a dent in the gate and then pulling it back.

"Can we really stop this kind of thing?"

"Shut up!"

Everyone nervously aimed their laser guns at the gate. Such a short time was not enough for them to completely dismantle the machine guns on the upper fortress. Many soldiers were panting heavily because of running down too fast and nervous.

Bang!

The gate finally fell under Benglak's violent attack, hitting the ground and stirring up dust.

"Fire!" With the old soldier's order, all the soldiers aimed at the door and fired until all the energy in their rifles was exhausted.

But Benglak, the "thick armor" Benglak, was not so easily defeated by the hot dakas used by these shrimps. He blocked his head with his axe blade that was as big as a door panel, and his two arms tied with heavy iron armor covered his upper body. He was completely unscathed in the concentrated fire of the soldiers.

"Wow, hahahaha, you shrimps still want to defeat your "stomach shock"!"

In Benglak's roar, the soldiers of the fortress noticed what kind of clothes the orc was wearing. The black and red coat of the political commissar did not fit him. Compared with this huge orc, it was particularly narrow. The result of being forced into it was that this high-quality coat was torn apart by Benglak's strong muscles, and there were cracks everywhere.

"Your Majesty, this is the political commissar's clothes."

"He killed the political commissar!"

Benglak twisted his neck and felt a little stinging from the heat of his arm that was shot by the hot dakas, but he could still accept this feeling. Then he picked up the axe and rushed to the soldiers who were shocked by the political commissar's uniform.

A soldier raised the laser gun in his hand horizontally to block the orc's attack in fear, but it was useless under the blessing of that terrible body and heavy axe. Benglak easily chopped him in half with his gun. Stimulated by the blood, Benglak became more excited, and the axe in his hand opened and closed, cutting off several soldiers who had no time to dodge in the middle.

The old soldier sergeant saw the bodies of the recruits on the ground, and he didn't care that he was half the height of Benglak and chopped him with the chainsaw sword in his hand.

"Huh? You dare to come up and fight even if you are not 'stomach shock'?" Benglak casually blocked the sergeant's chainsaw sword and pushed it hard.

The veteran sergeant staggered back several steps under the orc's huge force, and the chainsaw sword in his hand trembled slightly. Only he could know how terrible the orc in front of him, who was wearing the clothes of the political commissar, had. But he would not retreat just like that, because he was a veteran, a coward who survived from the corpses of his comrades.

The dead are gone, and the honor belongs to their souls. They stand on the golden throne to serve the emperor, but what about me? As a living person who survived by chance, I still suffer humiliation. The veteran tightly grasped the chainsaw sword in his hand and stared at the movements of Benlak.

Sensing such fighting spirit, Benlak was also happy. He found another good shrimp who looked like he could fight to his heart's content, although he didn't look like a macho man at all, and he didn't have any muscles on his body. He looked skinny.

"Very good! 'Swelling' boy, you are very Waaagh! I decided to encourage you!" Benlak continued to imitate the "stomach shock", with his hands behind his back and his nose raised with a proud look.

"You beast even humiliated me." The veteran sergeant saw the orc in front of him whining and talking about something, then put his hands behind his back and looked at his head with contempt. How could he endure this?

"Ahhhhhh! For the Emperor!"

"Waaagh! Rehmannia!" Benglak also shouted with the veteran. In his impression, those "stomach shockers" always do this, just like we orcs like Waaagh! Come Waaagh! Go.

The veteran's chain saw sword cut into Benglak's waist and abdomen with an extremely fierce side, cutting the armor piece wrapped outside the political commissar's clothes and sparking.

Benglak raised his left fist and smashed it down. The veteran quickly retreated after failing to hit him, and dodge the punch that was enough to break his head by rubbing his helmet in a very thrilling way.

"How can you be so cowardly? Those 'stomach shockers' never cowardly! You let me down!" Benglak looked at the dodging shrimp in front of him, and remembered the cowardly shrimps who could only run away and pray. He didn't even want the big axe, and vowed to use his fists to teach this guy who disappointed him a lesson.

The orc who gave up his weapon had a much shorter attack distance, but this did not mean that the veteran had become relaxed in facing this guy. His two fists were waving fast and fast, and every dodge was almost dancing on the edge of death. The orc's frantic fists hit the reinforced wall of the fortress, making shallow pits.

After dodging four or five punches in a row, a fist that caught his dodge and rushed straight to his chest. If this punch hit, his armor and the chest organs protected by it would be smashed into pieces. At the last moment, the veteran could only raise the chainsaw sword in his hand as much as possible and use it to resist the unavoidable punch.

Bang! Ka La!

The chainsaw sword successfully blocked the punch and transmitted it to the old soldier's arms and body with great force. He flew out and hit the wall heavily. His two arms drooped softly, and it seemed that they were completely broken. His head tilted to one side and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

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"What a useless weakling! I'm going to shoot you useless shrimps with my 'stomach shock'!"

The soldiers didn't understand what the orc was saying, but it didn't affect their ability to feel his killing intentions from the orc's tone and expression.

"Get out of the way!"

The soldiers on the second floor were holding an anti-tank rocket launcher and aiming at Benglak.

With a swish, the rocket was fired and shot straight at Benglak.

"Waaagh! The emperor!" With an angry roar, Benglak grabbed the rocket fired at him with one hand, and then forcibly withstood the huge thrust of the rocket, twisted it in a direction and shot it at the soldier holding the rocket launcher. This rocket flew erratically to the ceiling of the first and second floors, blasting a hole and exposing the steel structure inside.

"Hahahaha! You guys! See! See how powerful I am, the 'stomach-shaking' Benglak!"

Benglak's wanton laughter formed a sharp contrast with the desperate expressions of the soldiers under their masks. It seems that they will sacrifice themselves for the Emperor today.

"Um. I feel a little tired." Benglak, who was still laughing wildly just now, suddenly fell into weakness, panting violently, and the green skin on his body became pale as if it had faded.

"I Waaagh. Waaagh Rehmannia." Benglak's strong body, as big as a hill, quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, and in just a few seconds, it became a skinny skeleton, falling to the ground.

"What happened to him?"

"I thought I heard him shout for the Emperor."

"......"

"Maybe the Emperor doesn't want an orc to believe in him."

"I think so too."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, throw this guy out and burn him, and go see how the commander is doing. I don't think we can survive without his command."

The soldiers who escaped death were busy assigning tasks, moving the sergeant to the medical room of the upper fortress, and the rest of the soldiers took welding guns and the steel plates left in the fortress to repair the dilapidated gate.