Chapter 362: Prisoner Riot On September 18, 3046, in the new Orc King City, Flower and his legion had been gone for a day at the moment, and the old, weak, sick and disabled orcs who were left in the Beast King City were already after the blood was over, and they began to think about how they should survive in this world next.
That's right, to survive, no matter how stupid the orcs are, they have realized that they have been completely abandoned by their rulers and their families.
The soldiers patrolling the streets were no longer visible in the New Beastmaster City, and if it were a normal day, the lawless young orcs would have thrown the streets into chaos.
However, at this time, no one has the ability to cause panic, because all the orcs who can take up arms and fight have been forcibly recruited into the army by the Beastmaster Legion the day before yesterday, and now there are almost no orcs in the city who can fight.
At this moment, most of the remaining orcs are mother orcs and old orcs, these orcs cannot live alone in the wild, they can only rely on the beast king city to resist the hordes of demonic beasts on the brute beast plateau, and the defenseless beast king city at this moment is a place for them to be very entangled.
If Flower can't win those orc city lords in the next battle, then the beast king city will be obtained by a certain orc city lord, the orc tribe has never had a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, for these orcs in the beast king city who have no value and will only waste food, their future can be imagined.
But while these orcs are desperately waiting for death, there are some people in this city who are looking for a way to survive.
The human captives from the Northern Realm were staring at the orcs guarding them with strange eyes.
However, the orcs who had been improvised to guard the factory did not notice anything strange in the eyes of the humans.
These crippled orcs who were able to take up arms and fight were now guarding the human workers captured from the Northern Territory, who had been manufacturing weapons and equipment for Flower's Beastmaster Legion in the New Beastmaster City for the past two years.
Because of Flower's great concern for human weapons, he treated them very well when he returned to the royal city.
The best food and shelter on the Beast Plateau is enough to make any orc go crazy with envy.
Because of this, these humans were hostile to the orcs who watched over them soon after they arrived.
Obviously, the rough orcs, who have always been hostile to humans, could not make these humans comfortable even with Flower's orders.
Therefore, in the past two years, human workers in the weapons factory have been tortured to death from time to time.
There was nothing more Fauer could do about it, he could not punish his loyal subordinates for the lives of humans, and the resistance of humans after the death of their companions forced Raul to take more strict care of human slaves.
It is useless to talk about affinity between the orcs and the human captives who have formed a mortal enmity, so after these two years, the care and oppression of the orcs on the human race has planted the seeds of danger among those human workers, and now, the beastmaster city is no longer free of those strong orc warriors, and the disabled orcs who were left to guard the factory in the end are not much of a threat to these human captives, and the seeds finally wait for the season to blossom and bear fruit, and the fruits of the flowers he produces are blood-red.
At noon on the 18th, the captives of the factory were given a somewhat rudimentary lunch, and at the beginning of the lunch, a human worker suddenly pulled out a somewhat rudimentary shotgun from under the machine tool in the workshop, and then smashed the head of the orc, who had just brought him food, with this shotgun.
This is how the uprising, or rather the rebellion, began, although Flower was shrewd and the orcs were very strict with the human workers, but for two years, these human workers still secretly made and secretly stored many weapons, and thanks to the fact that the Northern Territory did not control firearms, almost all the workers would use rifles to fight.
The outnumbered human captives slaughtered the orc guards in an instant with shotguns of oversized caliber and inaccuracy, and then the captives, carried away by the holy power, rushed out of the factory and rushed into the streets of the Beastmaster City with cheers.
However, at this time, these captives obviously made a mistake, although the standard of the orcs that Flower took away was able to fight, but this battle refers to fighting with the same orcs, although the old and young orcs left in the city of the beastmaster could not fight with the orc warriors, but each of them still had combat effectiveness that was not inferior to ordinary humans.
The rambling shouts of the red-eyed human captives rushing through the streets almost immediately caught the attention of the old, young, sick, and crippled orcs who lived nearby, and when the orcs poked their heads out of the huts they were inhabiting, the hateful and tyrannical captives fired at them, who had been abandoned and felt sorry for themselves.
The orcs were furious at the behavior of the usually docile Lamb human beings at this moment.
The old orc, wielding his cane, pounced on the human captives with the young orcs who were still minors.
There is no doubt that the human captives, who had the advantage of weapons in the first place, easily killed the orcs.
But as the loud gunfire and shouts attracted more orcs, the escape path for the human captives began to be less smooth.
There were too many orcs, nearly 200,000 orcs abandoned by Flower, and less than 3,000 human captives in the midst of the riot at the moment.
However, of course, the battle could not end there, and the orcs, who had been thoroughly enraged by the deaths and wounds of their people, would still be wary of the orders of General Flor, who had abandoned them.
The orcs have surrounded the armory factory and are besieging it desperately, trying to kill all the humans who are better paid than them and who have long been unpleasant to their eyes.
"Block up the windows!
Don't let those orcs rush in, push that box over!
"The human captives who had been forced to retreat to the factory floor opened fire on the rushing orcs and tried to block the doors and windows.
"Kill them, kill these damned humans!"
The orcs' hatred for humans has lasted for thousands of years, so they don't need any reason at all, as long as they shout to kill humans, all orcs, men, women, and children will not hesitate to raise their weapons.
The human captives barely held on to the weapons workshop of the factory with the help of their location and weapons, and at this moment tens of thousands of irrational orcs were already surrounded outside, these orcs tried to attack the human captives with various weapons, and for the killing of their own kind, these orcs not only did not flinch, but became more fanatical.
There were constantly human captives who were hit by rocks and fell, and some of the unlucky ghosts who were guarding the window to shoot were grabbed by the arms of the orcs and dragged out of the window, and the human captives who were dragged out were like falling into the wolves, and soon the screaming unlucky ones turned into minced meat and entered the stomachs of those orcs.
Perhaps it was the stimulation of flesh and blood that kept the orcs from thinking of attacking with fire, which luckily kept the surviving human captives alive for nearly half an hour.
However, the ammunition that these human captives secretly intercepted and manufactured was numbered, and when the shotguns that used iron sand as bullets turned mute, the eyes of these human captives leaked with despair.
"Prepare kerosene, let's die here together."
The leader of a human captive said to his companion, and then under the bewildered gaze of his companions, the leader of the captives poured a bucket of kerosene on himself.
Torches were lit, and a steady stream of human captives began pouring kerosene on themselves in preparation for ending their lives in a way that was not very pleasant.
There was a booming sound outside the door of the workshop, which had been completely blocked, and the orcs seemed to have found something that would break open the door.
And just when the captive leader was ready to set himself on fire to the life of himself and his companions.
Suddenly, a loud voice was heard in the sky.
"I am the Commander of the Air Force of the Human Kingdom, Count Carlyle Murphy, and I now officially issue an ultimatum to the orcs of Beastmaster City, giving you ten seconds to put down your weapons, otherwise we will attack all of you indiscriminately."
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A lone airship appeared in the sky above Beastmaster City, perhaps because the airship looked too small, and Count Carlyle Murphy's warnings didn't help.
The orcs continued to bang on the door of the workshop for another ten seconds, and the two doors of the workshop, which were originally used to prevent the human captives from escaping, were now about to be knocked open by the beams found by the orcs.
"Start attacking, just keep half of the city's orcs alive."
After counting ten seconds, Earl Carlyle Murphy happily gave orders to his men, and then all the batteries on the Sky Overlord that could attack the ground pointed the black holes of their guns at the ground.
Electromagnetic cannons, rapid-fire cannons, and the newly installed high-energy laser cannons, these shells did not fall to the ground at the same time due to the difference in velocity.
First of all, the continuous pillar of light of the high-energy laser cannon slashed between the gathered orcs like a scalpel, and then these orcs watched in horror as their companions not far away were suddenly illuminated by a pillar of light and turned into ashes in an instant, and then the orcs who were a little farther away, when they felt a sharp pain in their hands, their bodies had been ignited by the afterglow of the high-energy laser cannon, and turned into torches that would scream.
In an instant, thousands of orcs were reduced to ashes, and then the electromagnetic cannon and rapid-fire cannon smashed to the top of the orcs' heads with a whistling sound.