Chapter 120: Veterans Never Die

The veteran's chainsaw sword blocked an orc boy's axe attack, and the orc boy opened the middle door, and the veteran also twisted his body to avoid it.

Lasers followed one after another, hitting the orc's neck and face, knocking down the boy who rushed in first.

More orc boys poured in, and such a number was difficult for the veteran to deal with. Dover quickly took a fragmentation grenade from his belt and threw it out.

The grenade passed through the door and fell into the corridor outside the door. The fragments of the grenade explosion swept the entire corridor.

Several orcs were chopped into pieces by the fragments and fell down with blood spurting out.

The first few orcs who rushed in were not seriously injured.

Four orcs were still standing in front of Dover and the veteran.

Dover raised his gun and wanted to shoot, but the veteran could no longer cover his shooting action. He was dragged by the other three orcs.

The heavy axes combined with the orcs' powerful muscles made the veteran dare not take them head-on. Once his arms were temporarily stiff because of blocking the blow, the other two axes would fall on his head.

Doffer looked at the orcs who were rushing towards him and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to shoot. He picked up his gun and used the bayonet to fight the orc boy.

"Shrimp!"

An axe was chopped down directly, and Doffer turned over to avoid it, so that the axe was directly swung in the air. He grabbed a handful of radioactive dust from his pocket, which he ground from the broken stones near the core of the destroyed generator.

These things are very useful, enough to burn the orcs' eyes. He has done this many times. Since there is already a gap in strength, he can only rely on some despicable means to keep himself alive.

The ground dust was thrown at the orcs' face. The dust full of radioactive pollution made the orcs' eyes glaring with a layer of dust, blocking his vision and constantly reacting with his eyes.

The blindness and burning pain made the orcs surprisingly angry, "You shrimps are just cheating!"

This is the most dangerous time. A crazy orc will attack everything around him at all costs. Dover will not go up so easily. He doesn't want to be randomly chopped in half by the orcs.

The old soldier on the other side is not in a good situation either. He has put down an orc with the chainsaw sword in his hand, but he also has a scary huge wound on his chest.

The bleeding wounds have become a little black due to the highly polluted air. If they are not treated in time, they will definitely die from heavy metal poisoning.

The two orcs holding axes are also panting and looking at the old soldier. He is too flexible and slippery. He doesn't fight them head-on and wastes their physical strength.

The idiot who was chopped down was because he lost his strength in advance because he swung the axe too hard, and then he was chopped to death by this cunning shrimp, but he also gave this shrimp a small wound of orc standard in the counterattack, which can be regarded as a contribution to the brothers.

Dover wanted to go up to help the veteran. He was changing the magazine of the laser gun in his hand. The magazines in his hand were all picked up. He was not sure how much energy these things taken from his comrades had.

"I heard a sound! You shrimp!"

Maybe it was because the sound of changing the bullets was too loud, or maybe the battle between the veteran and other orcs stopped temporarily, the blind orc rushed to Dover's position.

He raised the gun in a hurry, and an axe hit the gun body. Dover gritted his teeth to support it. He felt that his lack of nutrition in his arms was overwhelmed and made a creaking sound.

He tried his best to move his body from the suppression of the orc's axe, and the axe fell down. Dover subconsciously shrank his head.

With a clang, the axe hit his helmet and deflected along the smooth curve of the helmet, but it still knocked a hole in Dover's helmet.

His head was buzzing, his vision was blurred and confused, and Dover's head was hit, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

He lay on the ground, vaguely watching the crazy orc attack him again.

It's over, dead.

"Ahhhhh!" In Dover's blurred vision, the shadow of the silent old soldier appeared. He had lost an arm and was swinging the chainsaw sword with only one arm.

There was a huge cut on the mask, and half of the eyepiece was blocked by blood.

The old soldier inserted the chainsaw sword in his hand into the orc's waist and abdomen. The orc turned around and punched the old soldier away, and half-knelt on the ground with an axe to support his body.

The huge wound left by the chainsaw sword made all kinds of internal organs and fungal soup flow out of the orc's body.

Dover struggled to get up, pulled out a dagger from the seam of his boots and rushed towards the orc. The orc raised his head when he heard the movement, but he couldn't see anything, so he had to subconsciously use the axe and hand to block his head.

The monomolecular dagger penetrated the orc's arm and stabbed the shallow layer of his head. The angry orc pulled his arm and threw Dover away, although this also caused half of his arm to be cut by the monomolecular dagger, and it was difficult to use force before it healed.

The orc dragged his intestines and looked for Dover's movements. He heard the shrimp's heavy breathing.

It was probably in this direction. An axe was thrown out, and it was thrown right to the place where Dover fell.

The heavy, blunt axe hit Dover's shoulder, cutting his arm and smashing his bones. The pain of the broken arm almost made Dover faint, but his body knew that it was not the time to fall.

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The organs of the body are desperately secreting various hormones to maintain Dover's body functions and alleviate the pain of his broken arm as much as possible.

The trembling Dover looked at the groping orc. The axe blocked the blood vessels and ensured that he would not die from excessive blood loss. But he didn't know how to struggle, so he had to be quiet and beg the orc not to find him.

The old soldier, the old soldier who had broken an arm and was hit hard by the orc, rushed over again, holding a single-molecule dagger in his hand, and attacked the orc.

Dover watched the old soldier with holes in his body wrestling with the orc. The orc grabbed the old soldier's body and pressed him under him so that he could not move.

The other hand punched the old soldier, one punch hit the body, one punch hit the head, and one punch hit the surrounding floor. There was no accuracy, and because of the orc's serious injury, it became less powerful.

But Dover could still see that as the orc's fist fell, the old soldier's struggling body spurted blood.

Dover struggled to turn over. He wanted to crawl to the gun. Without the axe's protection, the blood vessels began to spurt blood with the pumping of the heart.

Dover reached the gun with his fingers and pulled him over little by little, holding the gun with one hand against the orc.

"For the Emperor."

The laser shot hit the orc, and it was also the last attack that crushed him.

The orc fell down, falling on the old soldier.

Dover wanted to go and see, but he felt that he could no longer walk.

He saw other soldiers coming in. They looked at him and said something. Dovre raised his only remaining hand and pointed to the old soldier.

Fuck you, please go away. No.