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Three hours passed, and Johansen was still holding his communicator, which was lit but could not be heard except for the murmur, and I took advantage of the battle and march to get to know the Wanderer Company, or rather, primarily Company Commander Ryan.

As a commander, he is beyond reproach in terms of command alone. But he was too human as a commander. At the same time, although he cares about the soldiers, he does not know how to express them, which is very detrimental to uniting a team.

I thought maybe I could teach him some lessons later, that in fact, a good command must be selfless and take care of the soldiers at the same time. It may be difficult for one person to do both, but it is undoubtedly much more efficient to do so if you work together.

"Your Excellency, I have a question." Jackson walked up to my left from behind: "What are you going to do with those two civilians in the future?" Although they are not following us now, if they continue, they will not be able to keep up with us. ”

I frowned, indeed, if we were, they would not have been able to keep up with the large forces.

Then only a few soldiers will be left to take care of them, but this will have an impact on the combat effectiveness of the troops...... Abandon them?

The Emperor is above, I can't break my oath to do such a thing, maybe someone else, but at least I can't.

And as far as I know, no one in the Wanderer Company would do that.

What a hassle.

I looked at Jackson and was about to organize the language to discuss with him, when suddenly Ryan's voice came: "Orcs! ”

I clenched the power sword in my hand.

"Let's settle the battle first, corporal."

Jackson nodded, raising his hot gun.

About ten orcs rushed out of the corner of the street, except for the two who walked at the back with large, crudely made blasters in their hands, and the other eight orcs all held a tattered pistol and a melee weapon in one hand, including a particularly large orc with a large rumbling axe.

"Everyone, fire! Ollinger, get ready for hand-to-hand combat! ”

With Ryan's order, everyone began to shoot wildly, laser rays and bullets tearing through the orcs' rough armor and their sturdy skin, but none of the orcs fell except for the first three.

"Get on the bayonet!" Ryan said, firing a flurry of bullets from his blaster pistol, which was noticeably too big for him, and blasting an orc's head open.

“WAGGGH!” The orcs shouted and opened fire on us, but their bullets hit the walls around us, and it was clear that the orcs were as inferior in shooting skills as most of their kind.

As if to prove his shooting skills to them, a bright laser beam blew up the head of an orc hiding in the distance, and soon another of his accomplices followed in his footsteps.

Jackson also pulled the trigger, and a hot wire burned an orc to ashes.

The apes—whom Ryan calls Brother Four and Seven—let out a terrifying roar, swinging their ripping guns, mingling with the two orcs, and quickly smashing the orc's head into their stomachs.

But there was another orc, the largest and strongest orc, who slashed into our line and split a soldier in half with an axe, then screwed off the head of the soldier on his left in defiance of the laser beam that struck him.

I raised my power sword, "Emperor's protection!" Then he rushed forward.

"Die, little shrimp!" The orc swung his axe and slashed at it, the motor on his weapon roaring, and I raised my sacred power sword in my hand, tucked it in front of me, and held the chopping axe in front of me.

The sleek power sword collided with the gnarled axe, and the orc's force pushed me back a step.

But that's about it.

I suddenly withdrew my sword and turned sideways, but the orc did not hold back and slammed his axe into the ground in front of me. I jumped on the orc's axe and thrust the blade of my sword into his mouth.

Filthy blood spurted from his mouth and splattered onto my armor and robes.

He raised his weapon with difficulty, as if to give me another blow. I tugged at the power sword in his mouth, spun it around, pulled it out from the side, stabbed it through the throat, and jumped off.

The orc snorted twice, a few clumps of blood foamed from its mouth, and slowly fell to the ground.

I exhaled and looked back at the soldiers, and it was clear that they were all shocked by what I had just done.

However, I don't want to explain to them now how I made sword swinging instinct during my days of training as a crusader, so I preemptively asked, "Your Excellency, what next, Your Excellency, Commander?" ”

Ryan seemed a little surprised, but then he looked at the street not far away, and his face turned grim: "We'd better run." ”

I looked back and saw a bunch of Titans rushing over with a few combat suits.

"Retreat!" Ryan shouted.

We rushed forward quickly, and in one breath, braved the hail of bullets from the titanium aliens, and ran for almost half an hour, until we could barely run anymore.

"We... Fling... Drop them... It's now. Company Commander Ryan asked breathlessly.

"I'm sorry." Jackson was still cold at his love, though his face twitched almost uncontrollably: "At most, we can only say that we are a little ahead." ”

I looked behind me, the shadow of the Titanium Alien Combat Suit was still faintly visible, and it seemed that we hadn't run far enough.

"Run." Ryan said, spitting out, "Quick! ”

Our group rushed over a ramp.

Then, the group that had been running vigorously just now all froze in place as if they were petrified.

Before our eyes was a sea of green, densely packed with orcs, even more than Edward had seen when he was first surrounded.

In the center of these orcs stood a huge, smoking-emitting chariot with a barrel large enough to fit an ape-man.

The orcs also noticed us, at first a few farts spirits, then the other orcs also stared at us stupidly, and an orc flying in the sky with a sparkling head also landed in front of the big tank, and both sides seemed to be shocked by the sudden situation, so that one of the orcs who was picking at the boogers also unconsciously stopped what he was doing.

"We, what should we do?" I don't know who said that.

Johansen looked around.

"Surround them?" He asked.

"God Emperor bless." I prayed in a low voice, hoping that His Majesty the Emperor would be gracious to us again today: "Today is far from the time of our death. ”