Chapter 61 Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy

Laoganma had never been so scared before, even when he was chased and blocked by a few orc boys in the garbage dump of the camp and wanted to roast him, he was not so scared. He only knew how those shrimps would treat him.

Throw!

The sound of the laser gun charging sounded beside Laoganma, and he immediately adjusted his body and crawled to the defense army.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! Useful!"

The sound of the laser gun charging gradually stabilized. It seems that the person holding the gun is indeed considering Laoganma's suggestion.

"Did I hear it wrong? He said Low Gothic?"

"He did speak Low Gothic. He was begging for mercy and said he was useful."

"What should we do?"

"Call the commander to see."

Several soldiers surrounded this wretched fart spirit and were on guard, and sent a soldier to find Sergeant Reid.

Reid came over to ask about the situation, and then saw the wretched fart spirit trembling and asked: "Tell me what you know? If you have nothing useful, we will peel off your skin and roast it for food."

"Ah! No! No! I know! I know everything! I know what our orc boss is going to do! How to fight! I also know how many Daka and Kankan we have!"

Reid touched his chin. He didn't know what the military system of these orcs was like. He only knew that the bigger the orcs were, the more powerful they were, but he decided to ask first.

"Then tell me, and I won't kill you if you tell me."

"No! No! You are not 'Shock Stomach'. You don't have a hat and a cool coat! I only talk to 'Shock Stomach'."

After thinking about what this "Shock Stomach" with a strong orc accent was, Reid was happy. He felt that these orcs were really interesting. They even knew that the political commissar had a certain status in the imperial army. He hoped that Political Commissar Yarrick would like this unexpected surprise.

"Okay, I'll take you to see the political commissar. Don't be scared to the point of peeing your pants when you get there. Our political commissar can eat more than a hundred orc boys in one meal!"

"Ah! I dare not!" Laoganma was frightened by Reid's words. He couldn't imagine what kind of big guy he was who could eat more than a hundred orc boys in one meal.

After a soldier borrowed a thick and strong rope from the officer on the position, Reid tied Laoganma to the front armor of the Chimera armored vehicle, said goodbye to the non-commissioned officer on the position who thanked them for their support, and returned to their base to find Political Commissar Yarrick to explain the situation.

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Sitting in a chair and listening to the description of Spitfire Reid, Political Commissar Yarrick felt speechless. These guys who came from the bottom of the nest didn't understand how cunning and treacherous a fart spirit was. These powerless things in the orc society would only poke your feet with a knife, or throw their disgusting snot into your Reka coffee. They were completely untrustworthy.

Fart spirit holding a dagger

After sighing silently, Yarrick did not want to dampen Reid's mood. After all, this was a hero who had just killed an orc boss. "I understand the situation. You go and parade the orc's body through the streets to show those soldiers that the orcs are not invincible."

"Yes! Political Commissar!" Reid walked out of the bunker after doing an extremely standard foot-touching military salute.

Yarrick looked at the wretched fart spirit in front of him with disgust, thinking that any second this damn thing was in his eyes was a blasphemy against his soul loyal to the throne.

Silently took out the grenade gun on his waist, and felt that it was not worth wasting a bullet to kill such a thing, so he put it back, took a dagger from the table and approached the fart spirit who was tied up.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm still useful!" Laogan cursed and struggled frantically on the chair, hoping to survive from the hands of this terrible "stomach shock" in front of him.

As the big guys said, the "Shock Stomachs" are really good at fighting. Although they don't look as strong as the big guys, their strong desire to fight is enough to make any orc who loves fighting fight for the opportunity to fight with the "Shock Stomachs". Lao Ganma has no doubt that the rumor that this terrible "Shock Stomach" can eat a hundred orcs in one meal is false.

"Shut up! You dirty green beast! Every word you say in Low Gothic is a blasphemy to the great God-Emperor!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! 'Shock Stomach', aren't you interested in how we fight! Intelligence! Intelligence is always valuable, isn't it!"

Listening to Lao Ganma's words, Yarrick stopped and squinted his eyes to think carefully.

Seeing Laoganma calm down, I felt lucky. These "shocking stomachs" were much harder to fool than those big guys. In the past, when those big guys were hungry and wanted to eat me, I just needed to tell them about interesting things that happened recently or where there were more shrimps to fight, and they would turn their hungry thoughts into thoughts of fighting and let me go. But these "shocking stomachs" were really too waaagh, shouting for fighting and killing at every turn.

"Beast, you can still live for a while."

Yarrick's words were so cold and disgusting, but they were so kind and amiable in Laoganma's heart. At least this fierce "shocking stomach" would not think of killing him.

After calling in a soldier, Yarrick ordered him to bring a complete set of interrogation machines. Laoganma saw the bloody torture instruments and crackling high-voltage wires on the ground, and he urinated immediately. The fishy smell filled the small bunker.

"What do you want to do to me?"

"I don't believe you, greenskin."

Yarrick held the high-voltage wire and approached Laoganma little by little. The occasional lightning made Yarick's face even more terrifying.

"Ah!!!!!!!" The pain of being electrocuted made Laoganma scream, and his body trembled with the current.

"Why! Why! You haven't even asked yet!"

"Shut up! You beast! What's your charge order?"

"Waaagh!"

"What's your firing order?"

"Waaagh!"

"Don't challenge my patience, you cunning thing."

"I didn't lie to you, I swear to hell!"

Yarrick's angry questioning and Laoganma's occasional wailing echoed in the bunker. Yarick will have a long time to learn the language of the orcs that is understood through the environment and atmosphere.

After Laoganma couldn't bear Yarick's harsh interrogation, his head finally tilted and he fainted in the chair. Yarrick poked his body with a dagger, bleeding, but the fart spirit remained motionless.

"It seems that he really fainted." Yarrick stood up silently and asked the frightened guard who was listening at the door to call the medic over.

The guard, who could not bear the roar of Yarrick and the wailing of the fart spirit, loyally and quickly went to find the medic. He did not want to be treated like this by Commissar Yarrick one day.

"Knowledge is power, and it is also the beginning of corruption." Yarrick bowed his head silently and repented, "Emperor, please forgive me."