Chapter 24 The Iron-Toothed Boss
The huge, tattered spaceship was painted with red marks and green light glowed around it. It appeared suddenly and passed through the orbit and atmosphere of the planet.
There is no doubt that the Imperial Navy should theoretically intercept them, but the technology used by the Orks does not require the Mandeville Point, which is why the Empire has nothing to do against the Ork pirates.
And this is a battleship called "Boom Boy". Although most humans can only judge the level of an orc battleship by its size and the number of guns, but in the mouths of the orcs, their battleships do have series names.
In theory, this strategic ship can carry a large number of boys, enough to take a green-skin tribe away from their own planet, but it has to be said that the gathering of two battleship-level orc warships without a powerful enough boss is probably Impossible to appear.
Soon they will fight among themselves, so it is more difficult for the orcs to unite. Thanks to such bad habits, otherwise the galaxy would be green.
Boom, boom, falling from the sky like a meteor. Generally speaking, a battleship cannot enter the atmosphere due to its huge size. It will be pulled by the weight of the planet and then disintegrate.
But it doesn't matter to Iron Teeth, the boss of this battleship...
Because his boy had already calculated the landing place, and the ship had indeed flown for too long, it could still be used as scrap if it was scrapped on the ground.
For orcs there is no "trash", only "treasure".
While he was training the boys on how to sneak, how to kill humans, and how to shoot, One Eye glanced at a huge spaceship diagonally above. The hull had been burned red by the atmosphere, and it was falling down like a meteor. He was cursing in his heart.
"Damn it, who drove the ship?!"
"Hurry up and prepare the close-in defense artillery and kill it!"
Well, he already cursed.
But it was too late. When the huge "comet" hit the surface of the planet, the huge impact overturned the house of the psychic boy in the tribe, blowing away the squig that was being cultivated, and the machine bully who had just repaired it. Several fart cans were also knocked around.
From the wreckage of the battleship in the distance, boys in black armor crawled out and began to skillfully dismantle the hull and then use the waste to build their own camp.
It was a huge boss. He came out of the boat. His jaw was completely gone and replaced with metal teeth. He wore a horned hat to advertise his origins.
The dark smoke and burnt brown smell overflowed from his skin. The huge power claws and good enough armor swore the wealth of this orc. He walked into the camp. All the one-eyed boys raised their guns and looked at him warily. With this boss.
One Eye has grown a lot now due to the power of waaaagh, but in front of this boss, it's like he hasn't grown a little.
With one eye, he looked at the dress of this orc warlord. "Goff..."
Then the Iron Teeth Warlord also looked at One Eye. "Blood Ax Bastard."
But it's almost a miracle they didn't fight, Iron Teeth said. "Where is the guy with the dead skull?"
One Eye glanced at the location of the statue in the square. It had turned into a big pit. At this moment, the marble seat had also turned into a seat made by the orc warlord, and the head hung on it.
The iron teeth of the Gaof clan rubbed the tip of their noses. "Yeah, it doesn't matter, I just need to beat him up."
"When all the shrimps on this planet die, it will be your turn!"
One Eye returned to the camp without saying a word. Cooperation? New kid?
If Death Skull told him that it was Gao Fu, he would prepare close-range defense cannons and shoot this bastard down in advance!
Because of this, he had to tighten the defense in the camp, and he began to arrange a large number of boys to patrol to prevent the bastards from the Gough clan from sneaking into his head.
Although they should be cut down directly, it is a good habit to save others by yourself. The boys placed various anti-reconnaissance traps around the camp, such as tattered jingle bells tied with ropes, or simple trigger traps.
But professionals are still special operations boys. They take out special homemade anti-reconnaissance equipment, a wooden board and two wooden sticks, and place them in the mud. If someone steps on them, they will crack and make a sound.
It wasn't anything particularly advanced, but the special operations boy knew very well how a truly silent person would walk.
When the camp was fortified, the sky gradually turned dark. One-Eye originally planned to kill the outpost during this period, but he did not dare to attack because of Gough. This was good news for the empire, and also for the Astra Militarum. Internal fighting among the orcs was not uncommon.
But whether it is one-eyed or iron-toothed, the victory of one of the two orcs may bring about a sub-large and terrifying waaagh sweeping this beautiful world.
But Alan Bair doesn't know the current situation, Catachan doesn't know, and Lieutenant Colonel Avada doesn't know. They are just lurking in the forest like poisonous snakes, waiting for opportunities. When the Catachans come near the camp At this time, the strong smell of green skin allowed them to quickly judge the enemy's situation.
Avada whispered.
"The number is more than expected."
The veteran nearby observed the dark camp.
"It seems to be the size of two tribes, and it is still expanding!"
The Catachans quickly analyzed the situation, and as elites of the Astra Militarum, they would not return empty-handed. Several veterans with storm grenades found a strange room with all kinds of messy decorations hanging on it. , and there are huge orc faces, one red and one green, painted on it.
Catachan didn't know what it was, but experience told them that as long as one shot was fired, the greenskins nearby would be killed by the inexplicable energy shot to the head.
It turns out that experience can indeed bring miraculous results, and the green skin may not know why, but the psychic kid suddenly went crazy.
But the Catachans had to get close to the shooting range first. Avada quickly identified the specific location and asked the soldiers to approach slowly.
Quietly, there are many patrols, but they are not afraid. When a few orcs pass by, they will suddenly be "eaten" by the "grass".
The grass would grow thick arms, most of which were bronze, and then pull him into her. Without any screams, the orc disappeared out of thin air.
When other orcs are scared, a laser carbine equipped with a flash suppressor will give him a headshot at close range, and the modified firearm will completely destroy his head.
On the way, they also discovered many rough traps made by orcs, and the veterans communicated roughly in sign language.
And they started chatting. "Isn't that ghost orc here? It's too easy to sneak in here."
Avada thought about Alan Bair's expression at that time. "It's better to be careful!"
A moment later, a soldier stepped into the rotting plants, and the soles of his feet touched the fragile wooden boards, making a clear sound. "Click"(End of this chapter)