Chapter 98 The Need for War

The roar of the orcs and the screams of the human army venting fear and anger mixed together, and stray bullets and lasers swept away the lives of those fools who couldn't find shelter.

Life does not allow weakness, and war does not allow stupidity.

"Waaagh! Pull up the big boom for me! That shrimp's stone nest is too annoying!"

Several farts and boys pushed a disassembled heavy artillery with four wheels to a rubble wall built by the ruins, and prepared to mount the cannon.

"Wait! You brainless people, if you put it on like this, the big boom will be blown to pieces by the shrimps before it can fire two shots."

"But, but you can't shoot if you don't mount it."

"You brainless people, you haven't learned anything from "Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten I Think" written by the beast Kimed, right? Pick up a stone."

The orc boy leaned over and picked up a stone at random.

"Now throw it at your head, the harder the better."

After hearing this, the orc boy swung his arms vigorously, swung them several times in a row, and threw the stone out.

The orcs squinted their eyes and watched the stone flying up into the sky and getting smaller and smaller, and then watched it stop in mid-air and become bigger and bigger.

"How can it get bigger and bigger after being thrown up?"

Bang!

An orc who looked up to watch the excitement was hit on the head by the falling stone. Hearing the sound, his skull was probably broken, but seeing that he was still breathing, the leader of the team thought that he could get up after a while of sleep and then Waaagh!

"See, you brainless people, I just figured this out when I threw a blind kid into the sky. If the kid can fall down after flying out, then stones can also fall down. If stones can also fall down, then the explosive iron balls in this big bang bang can also fall down. We just stand this cannon up and shoot at that stone nest."

"Wow, smart! The boss is so smart!"

The orcs and farts were immediately impressed by the wisdom of the orc boss who led them. They placed the cannon against the rubble wall at an angle and loaded it with an explosive iron ball.

"I think this will work."

This cannon, which was supposed to be used for direct shooting, actually shot out a curved beam that only a mortar can have under the operation of the orcs, and it just fell into the street fortress of the imperial army that suppressed them.

A top-loading armor-piercing high-explosive shell hit the thick cement and armor composite layer on the top, leaving a scary deep pit.

"What's going on! Didn't the mortar group say that they had destroyed the orcs' mortars in the artillery counterattack? Where did this shell come from?"

The sergeant here was still angry and anxious, while the orcs over there saw the feasibility of this siege method. They accelerated the frequency of loading and shooting. Although the last few shells did not have the magical accuracy of the first one and exploded around the street fortress, it was still a great psychological pressure for the defending army.

After all, no one wanted to be inexplicably wiped out by a magical high-explosive shell that penetrated the top of the head.

"Contact those gang guys! Let them deal with those orc troops!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Quickly adjust the channel of the high-frequency communicator and contact all possible gang troops in the surrounding area.

"This is the port of Helsrich, Fort No. 31 on Street D outside the port of Andu. We need a quick strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery. We need a quick strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery."

"Ah, I know, I know. You don't have to repeat it twice, you stinky boy. You are really annoying, you know."

Ignoring how many military regulations and communication procedures the other side's communication violated, the signalman reported the situation to his superior: "A gang force is supporting us in our direction."

"That's good."

Virgil, who had just completed a small ambush, asked his scum who had plundered the dead to put down their work, "Hey you scum! We are going to help those styleless idiots blow up a few cannons."

"Hahaha! It's not going to blow up the cannons below them." A vulgar joke came, and the person who told the joke arched his waist in a very obscene way. The scum laughed, but did not just stay where they were. They quickly followed Virgil's actions and shuttled between the ruins and the tall buildings of the port.

These gang scums are all combat maniacs who have emerged from the brutal gang wars below, and are very good at finding ambush points and shortcuts in complex cities and building complexes. Even those residents who have lived in the local area for decades may not have a full understanding of their surroundings.

After all, all the residents have to do is to live a boring life of work, prayer, and going home, while the gang scums need to struggle to survive in this dangerous city that devours the living.

The law enforcers of the Ministry of Justice will come to hunt them, and the hunting lords from the high-level noble towers will also come to kill them for fun, just like the hunting grounds of the ancient feudal royal family. Any scum who lacks a retreat and a plan is just a short-lived poor rabbit, and his throat is easily cut and thrown into the corpse starch machine.

Soon they saw the four-wheeled cannon that the orcs were leaning against the rubble wall in the shadow of the tall building. It was really the style of the Hive Gang to make the best use of everything. Those inferior weapons were basically no different from those made by the underground black factories, and those thick and somewhat blunt axes were also quite easy to use, and could easily chop off a fool's head.

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"Okay, this is it. Take out our magical stuff."

These scums who relied on hooks and cables to fix in the shadows took out a cylinder with only a firing barrel and a striker from their backpacks. If the mechanical priest saw this weapon, he would definitely not think that it had a mechanical soul. After all, its operation method and manufacturing structure were too simple. To put it bluntly, if you put your finger on the ammunition primer and flick it, the effect is almost the same as the "gun" in their hands.

Pulling the spring-like part behind the gun, he flicked it lightly, and the filling in the barrel was pushed out a long distance by the pressure of the explosion, falling beside the orcs who were manipulating the artillery.

Unlike other explosions, these things regarded as secret weapons by the gang scum exploded with green flames and emitted strange dark green smoke.

The orcs fell down in the green explosion impact, suffocated and dissolved in the dark green smoke. These things extracted from the venom glands of the Hellas snake demons at the bottom of the Hellsridge Port can be said to be the secret treasures used by the lower-level gangs to kill people.

Only one drop is needed to kill everyone in a sealed, airless room. Although this effect will be weakened a lot in the open space, considering the fact that the port is about to fall, the snake demons are almost extinct under the crazy purge, and the precious venom gland toxins have been transformed from producing assassination needles and bullets to producing these powerful toxic bombs.

Industry is really beautiful. War is especially intoxicating.

A giant mechanical colossus equipped with Krutz rockets