Chapter 50 Marios
In the complicated pipelines of the hive city, several rat-like dwarfs walked in front. The soldiers in the fourth row sneaked in here early. Even though this place is full of filth from the upper levels, it does not necessarily mean that they cannot stand it, because this is the daily life of the residents of the hive city. .
Their sense of direction is very good, and the team will not be separated. They are fully armed, with many high-end weapons and explosives in their hands. Alan Bayer calculated that One Eye will definitely attack the upper level on the main road. People also walked towards the largest square in the hive city.
Living towards death, listening to the constant sound of green-skinned footsteps and the clicking sound of machinery coming from the pipe, the veterans of the Fourth Company were not necessarily afraid. Even though the pipe was extremely dark and there was no path forward, it was just like their future.
The staff officer held his nose. He couldn't bear it. He was not a stranger to the hive. The lieutenant colonel of Avada in Catachan also frowned a little because this was not a forest.
But they will never complain, they will only make their weapons sharper.
The sewage stained the military shoes, and the lighting balls shone brightly. However, they moved straight forward in the crisscrossing pipes of the hive city. At this moment, the One Eye was just as they expected, fighting the first company of the third regiment on the avenue.
The numbers 12345 in the Astra Militarum are all meaningful. One represents veterans and elites. Many of today's platoons are soldiers who have experienced several years of fighting. They are skilled in defeating soldiers by relying on engineering bunkers, narrow environments, and firm will. Those greenskins.
The narrow environment of the hive city makes alley fighting extremely fierce, extremely cruel, the smell of blood, high pressure, face to face with the enemy, the oppression of fighting, only the sharpness of the Astra Militarum can endure.
Bayonet, engineer shovel, beam, heavy explosive shells.
How powerful are they? They overload individual heaters made of promethium, turning the heat into bombs that instantly melt giant orc heads. They also use familiar overloaded beam guns to shoot enemies with loyal energy.
They were hive dwellers too, and knew the fighting in human cities like the back of their hands, zipping through the pipes like gophers and shooting where the greenskins never expected.
Relying on experience, unity, life, and a large number of homemade strange weapons, such as bayonets wrapped with promethium, bombs made of socks and heaters, and even empty energy batteries that are overloaded and roasted with flames until they explode, and then thrown towards the enemy.
As for armored units, they are even more handy. In the hive, the canned weapons of the orcs are difficult to respond to guerrilla warfare, and the melt bombs used by individual soldiers are a devastating blow to them.
The soldiers in the first row formed a group and spread out. The sergeant carried the bomb, and the others shot at the monitor of the orc mecha, then threw the hot melt over, and then got into the pipes of the hive, waiting for the fierce light to use the God Emperor. Fury melts enemies.
And this is a crazy tactic that can only be made with countless experiences and tacit understanding.
It also shows that this unit has experienced a lack of anti-armor strength for decades.
This is humanity, a race that will find hope in despair, and this is the Empire, a huge civilization that relies on mortals to survive.
But how long can such cleverness last? It often takes thirty or forty people, three or four squads, to kill an orc can!
The ammunition consumption caused by the overloaded energy battery is even greater. There are no such large energy supply points in the lower levels of the hive city, not to mention that the source power of this world is simply not enough.
One-Eye doesn't care at all about the death of the so-called green-skinned tribe. They are just guys who gathered around him because of their strength. His real core is the Iron-Toothed Gough tribe, his own Blood Ax tribe, and a large number of gear boys and technical masters. logistics.
Soon, the special operations boys penetrated the battlefield like sharp blades. They got into the pipes and relied on one-eyed training and smoke bombs to hide themselves. Sometimes the veterans would turn around and see a group of scary big green faces.
They seemed to be invisible, swaying like ghosts on the complicated battlefield. Many people had heard of them, and the veterans even shouted directly.
"There are ghost orcs!"
Special operations boys are not very effective on the battlefield, but when conducting local battles in the hive, their abilities are simply terrifying. They like to kill people and then hang their heads on their waists. Soon, human heads pile up in mountains.
The soldiers of the Empire could only retreat into trenches and defense projects, but they also lost the ability to kill Ork mechas in guerrilla warfare. Even if a small number of soldiers could use their full strength to replace the Ork mechas with flesh and blood and a melta bomb, they could not. Impede the entire army's progress.
Soon the Astra Militarum continued to retreat in the green sea, human houses were demolished, civilians were killed crying by the greenskins, and the corpses were piled together to serve as a source of nutrition for the new brats when they were born.
Men and women, old and young, greenskins do not distinguish anything, and aliens only kill. The priest knelt on the ground, praying to the statue of the God Emperor in the square, hoping that the lord of mankind, holding a sharp blade and wearing a halo on his head, would bless and send down miracles and power.
But a moment later, huge Ork missiles pierced the sky, turning the Emperor's honor into pieces, leaving only a pile of garbage and a mess, just like the Empire today.
People cried and trembled. Those who were lucky were huddled behind the trenches of the Astra Militarum, while those who were unlucky were already in the greenskin corpse pits. However, it must be said that the "obstruction" of a large number of civilians made the greenskins' attack very slow. Many boys are addicted to killing defenseless humans, or they put down their weapons and engage in so-called "duels" with civilians.
Then he used his thick body to tear apart the poor man's flesh and blood, and finally took a few delicious bites.
The relief brought by death is even better than the attack caused by the Astra Militarum against the green skins.
It makes people feel chilling and miserable. Where is the light and where is the hero?
Will the Emperor's angels come again, as written in the church?
Will the Astra Militarum be victorious, as advertised by the Ministry of War?
The only thing that supports people is faith. In the biggest greenskin invasion since the establishment of Karu City, people can only try to believe in the face of aliens that are like natural disasters.
Until a shining light exploded from the ground, the hot melt melted the floor, and a large number of greenskins fell into the pit, and then were shot in the head by countless beams.
The chaotic orcs didn't understand what was going on. A group of people crawled out of the ground. Chainswords, explosive bombs, power fists, hell guns, bombs, melta, everything you can imagine tore a small hole in the orcs.
The Astra Militarum saw it, the civilians saw it, they were gifts from the God-Emperor, they were heroes from hell!
And all the sharpness accumulated by the soldiers in the fourth row finally turned into the anger of the three heroes. Wherever they looked, there was the throne of a one-eyed orc.
But One Eye looked at the three people and thought in his heart.
Human staff officer, human officer, Catachan officer?
He remembered that in the books he read, humans would always write a hero to defeat the enemy. He was not sure whether such a thing would happen to him. One-Eye just stepped down from his throne, and he knew it very well.
He must kill these three people to make mankind completely despair!
This chapter pays tribute to the ancient Terran video game, Mario, which tells the story of the ancient war in which the human hero Mario used a water pipe to cause destructive attacks on green skins (mushrooms). Also, in the eyes of the greenskins, Catachan may not be human (?)
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