Chapter 52 Failure? Big win!
Bolts, blades, chainswords, beams, heat, roars.
Black smoke surrounds the space of the nest capital, is blocked by Gao Song's "sky", and accumulates together, turning into a "dark cloud" that makes people feel bad. Today in Karu City is very special, especially to the point that no resident here can Will have the idea of forgetting it, as long as he has experienced it.
The square once used to worship the emperor was a mess, with potholes, molten metal, crystallized stone, dead bodies, and green skins.
Countless greenskins rolled crazily toward the square like water squeezed into a pipe, and were then killed by explosive bombs, forming batches of hills.
Civilians continued to squeeze towards the upper levels of the hive city, and the huge elevators were unable to carry the heavy load. People who could still be useful, the elderly, children, not young people, and even middle-aged people with no skills were left behind, and then waited for their things. It was a bayonet and an order for them to fight the greenskins.
Regardless of whether the thing is suitable or not, no matter what they want to do, no one can stay away from the disaster they feel, and the people who get on the elevator are not in paradise. They need to face the reality that the upper level cannot accommodate so many people.
Even if the greenskins have eliminated one-third of the hive's population, the upper levels are not a place prepared for tens of thousands of ordinary people, not to mention that they have to make way for the Astra Militarum.
Trampling, crowding, as long as you are shorter and move slower, you will be trampled by the crowd and die in an ugly way.
People in the hive city cannot enjoy the fresh air. As soon as they take a breath, they can feel the fear, body odor, and excrement of the people around them.
The sunlight only made them feel dazzling and hot. The PDFs who were still alive took out weapons from the armory and kept giving them to those who were fleeing, and then asked them to defend themselves against the enemy.
However, there are not many weapons. The young people here are selected and use the honorary beam gun. After all, there is no shortage of people in the hive today.
Death and fear held back the greenskin's advance, and while numbers were of little use in battle, human shields would be useful against the Astra Militarum.
Three civilians can exchange for the safety of one soldier, and that is worth it and earned.
Just like the joke, your orcs will eventually run out, but my people are endless.
Whether to die by a bolter or a greenskin's knife, most civilians would choose the latter, because if they died in battle they could return to the Emperor, but if they were executed they could only be lost in hell.
Such ridiculous and terrifying battles spread like flames throughout the hive, but they were not decisive. The decisive thing was the duel between the three officers and the green-skinned One-Eye in the center of the square.
Alan Bair, Avada, and the staff form a triangle. When someone is in the blind spot behind One Eye, they will attack. If One Eye turns sideways to fight back, the other person will attack again. Mortals rely on this method to consume One Eye bit by bit. physical strength.
The powerful orc leader's body is now covered with blood and there is no good piece of meat. Some of them are caused by the destructive stance of the power fists, some are caused by the beam of the hell gun, and some are traces of the chain sword.
But their weapons can't kill One-Eyed. If the power fists and chainswords can cut his aorta or neck, it's barely okay, but that's too dangerous. If touched by the war boss's weapons, the void shield will Instant overload.
If one of the three loses combat effectiveness, this delay cannot last too long. One Eye panted and looked at the three officers.
"You shrimps, you really don't have the strength. Are you trying to dodge and fight me?"
The provoking method was low-level and useless. The three of them didn't have much honor, especially for the aliens. The answer to One-Eye's was another stinging pain and smoke coming from his back. It was the hell gun welding an astonishing hole in his back.
"Shut up, alien!"
Alan Bair cursed, and One-Eye endured the attacks from behind, because when he turned around, he would face attacks from power fists and chain swords.
Although his head, heart, spine, and every imaginable place were protected by ceramic steel armor embedded in his flesh and blood, the constant attacks left his exposed areas riddled with holes.
The power fist's destructive stance can also break through greenskin armor.
Duyan was dissatisfied and unhappy. Not only did he step into a trap, but he was also besieged by these three bastard shrimps. He could feel his physical strength dissipating, and he could feel the three shrimp officers staring at him eagerly.
But he did not regret that he gave up his previous tactics. Using long-range weapons to consume them would only cause the bunker here to be cleared by bombs, and then he would face the total shooting of the Astra Militarum.
He knew very well that if the Astra Militarum had to choose between killing him or being killed by the greenskins, all the human soldiers here would attack him without hesitation to make the greenskin army lose control.
In fact, One-Eye is still rational. Even the WAAAGH he follows his own desires is absolutely rational.
It was the close combat that meant he didn't need to take on the fire of an Astra Militarum company, but just the combined harassment of three officers.
But the blood kept flowing out, and his lack of body fluids reached a terrifying level. With one eye, he could feel that death was getting closer and closer.
But, it doesn’t matter, he is waiting, he is waiting, waiting for a sound that he is familiar with and likes...
The staff officer looked at the greenskin a little distracted at the moment, and he slashed with clever sword skills, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. This time he almost sawed off the whole one-eyed arm, but the boss remained unmoved.
All three of them felt extremely strange, even a little scary, until they heard the humming sound of an engine.
"Oops, it's been taking too long!" Alan Bair was the quickest to realize something was wrong, but it was too late. The huge orc mecha broke through the houses blocking the orcs' advance, causing countless orcs to roll into the square like sea water.
Facts have proved that Gomao favored One-Eye again, and he managed to hold on. Alan Bayer cursed, and shot One-Eye's head until it was almost cooked. One-Eye couldn't bear the attack and lay on the ground.
But no matter what, the three of them couldn't kill a powerful enough orc boss in the tens of seconds after the orcs charged here...
The staff officer looked dissatisfied at the orcs who broke through the explosive bomb suppression in the distance. "Retreat!"
Both Lieutenant Colonel Catachan and Alan Bair showed unbearable expressions until the orc's weapon hit the void shield, and the bubbles glowed with a bright red warning color.
"Retreat!"
"Everyone retreat!"
The Astra Militarum shouted, raised their heavy weapons, put them into the Chimera, and fought back against the orcs as quickly as possible while leaving. They were going to camp next to the upper elevator...
Fortunately, the orcs did not chase them because they saw the dying One-Eye.
The bosses of the major tribes were gearing up and raising their weapons. There was no doubt that the orcs didn't like someone dominating them. In fact, the effect of Alan Bair's plan was achieved.
The bosses were thinking whether to take One-Eye's arms, thighs, or heads back as their trophies, and then continue the long-term internal fighting.
Until a rough shout appeared.
"Don't move! The boss spared me once, and I will save him once!" Iron Teeth came to the square surrounded by special warfare boys. Half of his body was filled with the flesh and blood of many ordinary orcs, but he also recovered. A lot of fighting power.
Everyone has to admire the vitality of the orcs. Even if they are almost dead, as long as their heads are still intact, they can continue to fight even if they are physically dead.
In particular, the rough flesh and bones of the war bosses are as terrifying as tanks. It can be said that the firepower of Lieutenant Colonel Catachan, Staff Officer, and Alan Bair can completely break the armor of a Tiger tank and dismember it in the 4K era. , but could not destroy an orc leader in the fastest time.
The plasma overload was enough to seriously injure a Septon Astartes, but only caused Ironfang to lose his arm.
This is the most terrifying thing about the orcs. They only exist for war, die for war, and fight for war.
Even if their wounds are severe enough to be considered biologically dead, they can maintain their vitality and survive with only crude, ridiculous treatment.
Iron teeth suppress those bosses who want to continue the civil war. What he is doing now is completely unorcish. He can clearly become the war leader himself, but he insists on raising the dying One-Eye and letting him be treated by the mad doctor.
Iron Teeth didn't know how to describe his current feelings, but he knew very well that by working with this guy, he could see the green-skinned flames burning the entire galaxy...
He believed so strongly and did so. He stayed by the side of the comatose One-Eye, watching the mad doctor sew up his severed body and pour various liquids into his body that had lost too much blood. Iron Teeth lay in the square and watched. Help the boys build their own camp.
Then he smiled, yes, he laughed. That's the nature of the orcs. He encountered too many obstacles today and it was too difficult, but he played so damn well!
"Ahhhh, hahahaha! waaaaagh! waaaaagh!"
His crazy voice inspired the joy of other orcs. The boys demolished the houses, collected the remains of the weapons left by the Astra Militarum, and shouted with their boss. The earth-shattering waaaaagh echoed in the hives of the Human Empire, constantly reminding people far away. Astra Militarum here, you lost half the city, the entire world.
The terrifying sound spread into the distance. Now, the Astra Militarum has retreated to the elevator connecting the lower level to the upper level. This translucent Dark Age relic is as old as the city. It is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people for one transportation. In order to prevent riots in the nest city, countless fortresses and watchtowers were designed here.
But even if this place is impregnable, it cannot stop the terrifying voices of the orcs. They are now stationed here, and their hearts are full of darkness and despair. This attack took away too many comrades, and even the fourth platoon lost four or five people.
Alan Bair was obviously one of the weakest and most tired of the three, but he walked to the stage, picked up the staff trumpet, and spoke under the eyes of all the soldiers, amidst the echoing waaaagh.
"Brothers, do you think those green things won? If it weren't for luck, that damn war boss should have been killed by us, but unfortunately, his disgusting heretic god saved his life."
"But so what? We still have half of Karoo City now, and it is the richest place with the most things!"
"Those fat-headed nobles at the top have a lot of good stuff!"
"Now, before the orcs come, don't waste food and wine, go up and move those things down!"
"Wish you victory!"
These words quickly convinced the Astra Militarum that the orcs had not won, but failed, because they did not capture Karu City, and they also had the entire upper zone and almost half of the hive!
The officers of the Astra Militarum also came to their senses. There were a lot of good things from the upper-class nobles!
They immediately organized manpower and took people to the elevator to collect things.
Alan Bair put down the speaker and sat tiredly on the edge of the guard tower, looking at the devastated human city and the green-skinned mechas demolishing houses in the distance.
Those disgusting orcs were trampling on what he once considered stability. He thought he had found a home, but now there was nothing he could do.
He was lying on the top of the sentry tower, while the soldiers were resting, but the faint smell of spices attracted his attention...
"Who is so unethical?" He smelled it, and it smelled a bit like nutmeg, but the most striking thing was the aroma of meat steak. He followed the smell and walked down, only to find that it was a vent, that is to say, a whistle Is there someone cooking in the tower?
Alan Bayer walked in curiously and saw the strange environment here. Communicators and weapons were everywhere, but they had been carefully taken care of. Prayers and strange symbols were plastered all over the walls.
The sizzling sound and aroma revealed that the owner here was still there. Alan Bayer boldly opened the door to the guard room of the watch tower. A blonde and blue-eyed Mechanicus girl sat on her "little horse" and used her arms to The extended "frying pan" seared the brown steak.
The meat juice overflowed the edge of the pot and was full of aroma. With one hand, she looked at a piece of ancient kraft paper, and with the other hand, she was making fried meat. There were two potato-like starch plants attached to the sides of the steak to receive the rich juice on them.
Sprinkle seasonings from time to time, even high-end black pepper...
Alan Bair rubbed the tip of his nose. "Did you not leave?"
The Adeptus Mechanicus girl tilted her head and answered. "No, I found something interesting. In fact, I have been studying this for a while."
"I found pages of records written about the remains of this city's dark age. It seems to be the STC at the end of the dark age."
"I have been translating this ancient page, but I can't find a translation that is accurate enough. At present, I only know that something is buried somewhere in this city..."
Alan Bayer listened carefully, and then noticed an information point, a residual technology storage point from the Dark Ages?
He instantly felt excited, because the weapons included were definitely enough for him to kill One-Eye...
"Let me see..."
When he said this, the Mechanicus girl tilted her head. She did not understand because her memory (brain) recorded that the person opposite was a soldier.
Until Alan Bayer said. "As a second lieutenant and platoon leader of the Astra Militarum, I order you to show me!"
Although the Mechanicus girl was not under jurisdiction, since she was staying in the Astra Militarum to study the whereabouts of the STC, she still gave the page of brown paper.
Roel took it and touched it. It felt like the fragile kraft paper would decompose anytime and anywhere. It was an antique that had been stored for countless centuries. He even touched it too hard and accidentally tore off a piece...
His heart stopped for a moment, but fortunately there was no text in that area.
Looking at the vague things written on it, he felt that it should be a variant language similar to English. He could not distinguish much. As an "ancient" person, he could understand the bytes on it, but he could not understand the real meaning...< br>
Until his "system" that was so silent that it didn't exist suddenly woke up, and light blue subtitles appeared in front of him.
[Discover text and start the translation system. 】
Alan Bayer suddenly noticed that he could understand the text on it... This was... a purchase order for civilian supplies? ! (End of chapter)