Chapter 122 Exploding Gift
After the failure of the Orc War, not all the Orcs were wiped out within the city. A large number of Orc tribes were still in the forest, and they had a huge amount of supplies for the defeated soldiers.
Already one-eyed, he had conducted military-style training for all greenskins early on, although the orcs at that time had not yet understood why they had to stand, line up, salute, and waste their drinking and playing time on cleaning up personal hygiene, etc. " Stupid" things.
To the greenskins, being dirty will not make them infected. On the contrary, clean leather shoes and bodies without odors look very "girly". However, under the pressure of One-Eye, the orcs still reluctantly persisted.
After the death of the war leader, the orcs fell like a defeated army. Some of the wise guys left with their children. However, the orcs who had no settlement in the world could not rebuild the tribe even if they had the supplies. They lacked food and the planet belt was also damaged. Far from the star, it cannot even absorb sunlight for energy.
If this situation continues, then the remaining orcs will "starve to death", yes, starve to death, with such huge bodies and violent personalities, they will eat as much as they want without obedience, from Gondwa VI The squigs and food brought out will soon be used up, then the gromks, and then the orcs.
Unfortunately, under such high pressure, the "Greenskin Infantry Manual" written by One Eye became a life-saving food, and his own diary (a masterpiece created with the help of those surviving greenskins) is even more common among the greenskin officers. .
Next, Scrooge and Grot were separated as food beasts from engineers or slaves. A group of smelly greenskins held books and studied hard every day.
Nowadays, the greenskins have built a complete orbital defense system and anti-reconnaissance equipment on the planet belt. Any metal objects are buried in stone. Those seemingly normal planets are filled with war factories and barracks.
Inside the ceramite planet, those man-made objects have become the cornerstone of this giant structure that has not collapsed, and the green skins have become the masters. Due to the lack of sunlight for photosynthesis, the blood axes here have developed a way to distribute food to individual soldiers. Habit.
A huge banner hangs in the cafeteria, or more like a concession stand.
[One bottle a day, beat hard, beat hard, beat hard]
Then there are the piles of cans and the shelves full of them. There is no indication of what they are, but the green skins are not capable of being picky. There are all kinds of cans, most of which are looted, and many of them are ancient ones raised by the green skins themselves. Canned.
The recruits looked forward to opening the food. Before becoming soldiers, they were forced to perform labor until they were five months old before starting military training. Before training, they faced severe malnutrition and high-intensity dominance.
Going against nature, they endlessly dig for usable minerals inside the planet, decompose water or recycle food and scrap iron-like weapons and equipment.
When they are old enough, they will be allowed to eat canned food and have the fate to join the war. At this moment, the orcs have smoothed their horns and their faces are thinner than others of their kind. Facing the canned food made by humans, they are very lucky to open it. Jumping (squiggly) with joy, this is definitely an excellent noble food for today's greenskins.
The second is golo meat, which is greasy and nutritious. The worst is unknown birds, and the worst is vegetables, starch, beans, fish and other things that are composed or made into jars.
But even if it is the worst food, they hardly complain and taste it with their heads down, and their military uniforms will soon arrive as scheduled. There are even separate bathrooms on the planet, requiring the orcs to keep their military shoes bright and their bodies There's no smell, and even their attire resembles that of the Imperial Guard.
This crazy place has used the craziest means to form the most orderly army in the world, but the desire of the orcs has never let go. When the war begins, they will burst out with bloodshed and fury far beyond that of other clans.
In the void, the One-Eyed Tribe's standard destroyer, the Kalakawu, is an imperial destroyer that has been modified with orc paint. It is also one of the One-Eyed Tribe's rare treasures today. In the lounge above, Private Ogu is looking through today's daily reports. I thought about it every day.
marked above.
[Pick up your tut, boy, and join us now for the honor and victory we deserve. The human forces in this sector have been entrenched for a long time, but the orcs are stronger and smarter. Your tut is the entire sector. The best weapon of all, your saber can cut through the armor of shrimps, including the big ones that look like cans. 】
[However, you still need to pay attention to the fact that you must distinguish between enemies and friends on the battlefield.
1. When you encounter an unidentified orc, you should immediately raise your firearm and shout at him. "For One Eye, raise your hands!"
2. If the opponent does not raise his arms, or two arms, or three or more, and does not stop, or raises his hands but does not stop, then shoot.
3. If the orc on the other side does this, you need to take off his military hat, or check his clothes and weapons. If he hasn't washed his head or his military boots are not polished well enough, you can still execute him.
4. When you encounter Xiami, you can try to capture them first. Although those humans are stupid and weak, they are still a good labor force.
5. If you see an organization claiming to be the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, please report it as soon as possible.
6. Gomao will always protect you, loyal soldier.
Daily Thought: Sometimes the tut in your hand, when used well, is more powerful than chopping. 】
At this moment, a broadcast came from the battleship, and Private's attention was drawn. Only then did he remember that he had not brushed his teeth today.
The radio plays a rough electronic sound. "We found human commercial ships swimming in our area. For One Eye, we have to pack some new goods, otherwise the recruits will go hungry."
"Everyone go to the assault ship. The boarding operation will begin immediately. It will begin immediately."
The military boots made a bright and clear sound when they stepped on the ceramic steel floor. Countless orcs lined up and approached neatly. Private Ogu wiped his teeth with his thick green fingers. Seeing that it was not too bad, he followed the team forward. .
As a new recruit, he felt familiar. His job in the coal mine was nothing more than that. He could feel uncomfortable, but so what?
If he doesn't work, he will be killed by the boss and then recycled into the factory as food and compressed into cans.
For the private, today is his first mission, and it is also his happiest day. The good days are coming soon, and he can join the battle. The blood of the orcs is rolling in his heart, and when they come to the armory, where they stop The several dilapidated transport assault ships on board made him feel more comfortable than ever before in his life.
He held his partner, the automatic gun that could adapt to medium and close combat. He cherished it every day and cleaned it, taking care of this treasure that could take away the lives of his enemies. He even stayed up all night for it, and was scolded in the end.
The new recruits walked into the orderly ranks. They were not Imperial Guards. They were afraid, disgusted, and worried. They had no relatives, no favorite things, no desire for peace, only the expectation of killing.
The orcs' thick green bodies finally squeezed into the damn human transport plane. It was too small, but the orcs remained silent. There was no yelling, no fighting, and only clean black military boots fell on the ground.
The Blood Ax Orcs have no military rank standards, or to be precise, no badges. Generally, those who are bigger or have a lot of camouflage on their bodies are veterans. They are good at war and are good at hiding themselves.
The pistons of the transport plane roared, and the melt drill in the front section was also preheating. The entire destroyer fired weapons indifferently in the darkness of the void. The civilian ship lacked shields and turrets. There were only a few automatic cannons that fired insignificantly and could not even break through the destroyer's shield. Shield heat.
There was no doubt that the login was successful. In obvious shock, the platoon leader began to ask the orcs to descend and get out of here.
And this is the first time Ogu has seen human beings. The things they talk about every day really look like them. They are small and don’t have much hair. There is only one hair squig hanging on the head, but it is not much in color, only brown. Black and gold think, but the asteroid base is lacking in resources, and having a hairy squig means that the orc is very wealthy.
And because those humans worked here, it looked like it should be a power room, so they died in the impact of the assault ship.
He was also amazed that humans actually have hair? !
You know, there is a lack of food in his hometown, not to mention so many hairy squiggs. A trace of greed arose in his heart, driving him to squat down and use his thick fingers to catch the people who were hit and died when the transport plane landed. The hair on the human head.
Um? Why can't it be pulled? Their squiggly bites are so tight!
It wasn't until his movements became larger and larger that he attracted the attention of other orcs. When he persevered and almost tore off the entire human scalp, he got a hand of hair. When he realized that there was a gap in the creatures, just like him and Tiaotiao. gap.
The platoon leader's big, sharp rifle butt hit his thick green face. He could feel the soreness in his nose, and saw the dark green arms and swollen muscles, like red and white, blending together in his head. Regiment, a few teeth fell out and were picked up by the veterans.
The veterans handed over the teeth, and the platoon leader looked at them. "You didn't brush your teeth?"
In Blood Ax, or to be precise in the One-Eyed Tribe, the standard for an orc's loyalty is whether he is willing to complete regular goals, such as wiping his body once a week, showering once a month, brushing his teeth and washing his face at least twice a day, and wiping clean Leather shoes are always clean, except on the battlefield.
Today is already half over, and Ogu hasn't brushed his teeth, which means he is not loyal, and any corporal punishment will only be light.
He covered his mouth. "Boss..."
Then another rifle butt hit. "Call me sir!"
The pain was nothing to the orcs. They were vague about their ability to feel pain, but the words that followed made Ogu completely miserable.
"Starting tomorrow, your supplies will be changed to once every two days."
In the case of lack of supplies, the orcs found an excellent answer to managing the kid, hunger. When the orcs tasted that taste, they became honest.
Because their bodies are telling them that if they starve, they won't be able to fight, fuck others, or beat things up.
This is the only thing that the greenskins fear, and this is why the greenskins have a morale breakdown. If they realize that the war cannot be won and they will die, then this feeling will sweep through them.
Ogu shouted instantly. "No, no! Sir, I know I'm wrong, I'm a fart, I have to eat!"
The only thing he received from him was the butt of his rifle and the order to return to the team. Then Ogu poured out his anger on the shrimps here, but when he followed the troops through the human area, those enemies were not necessarily brave.
The orcs' explosive bombs and automatic guns had just been fired, and there were only footsteps of escape in the narrow corridor of the battleship. Along the way, except for a few shrimps killed when they just got off the ship, nothing else was obtained.
But the Blood Ax orcs did not get frustrated. They came to the warehouse in an orderly manner, but there was nothing here. The next thing was the buzz of the transport ship starting up and the gloomy face of the platoon leader orc.
Ogu knew that this was not a good thing, but he was still sent for inspection because of the previous incident (pulling out human scalps). Because of the previous invasion of human soldiers, the orcs had begun a strict investigation of the walls of the imperial battleship. This man who ran all over the battleship and touched the walls The hard work fell on Ogu's head.
His rough green-skinned hands brushed against the wall, and he quickly discovered those grooves, because the platoon leader had specially ordered them. He clasped them hard with his fingers, inserted his saber, and began to pry open those things. As for whether there might be humans behind them?
Next to him were greenskins holding guns. If there were humans, they would never be able to shoot the greenskins because the greenskins were bigger and more powerful.
But unexpectedly, behind them were not the shrimp guards ready to go, but bright red things dancing with numbers. Ogu's rough brain kept spinning. He had seen that thing in the green guard manual, and it seemed to be called.
"C4?" He tentatively said, but found that the teammate next to him had run away. When the number on the strange thing gradually turned to 0, Ogu realized that it seemed that he would not be punished, but he Dying.
There was silence in the void, but fierce fire suddenly appeared. The power engine of the empire's loyal merchant ship was detonated by the explosion, and the scope of the impact was dozens of kilometers nearby. Orc warships that were extremely close because of gang-hopping, very few orc warships were destroyed. The power of the explosion spread, and although the void was still strong, the thousands of orcs who logged on were completely dead.
When the fireworks ended, the captain of the destroyer and the major officer of the One-Eyed Clan looked at the messy wreckage and the debris coming. Those loyal things, adamantine and ceramic steel, were like bullets in the void.
"No!" the Orc Major shouted, but the command room was hit by a bullet at this moment, and the Orc destroyer ran aground in the void.
In just a few months, things like this kept happening. New recruits, veterans, orc boys, and orc bosses all continued to lose, and the Blood Ax orcs did feel the pressure...
On Gondwa VI, in Karu City, Alan Bair spread out the strategic map on the upper level of the hive, and gestured with the star map with Lieutenant General Makato.
"The last attack and explosion was here, the last time it was here, and the last time it was here..." Alan Bayer gestured, drawing three arcs on the star map, and the last three gathered together.
"This position is almost there."
Marcato was in the communicator, and the light green virtual image frowned slightly. "Isn't this for the navy? Where did you learn it?"
Alan Beyer replied. "A friend I know is a bit old-fashioned, but he is absolutely dedicated to his duties."
Makato shook his head. "It seems you gained a lot."
Alan Bair nodded. "It's bigger than you think, General."
He looked into the void. In the distant Gulf of Damocles, Kane's senior staff officer was leading his troops across the galaxy. Colonel Lane had already counted the number of people, the Destruction Eagle Chapter had also opened the barge, and even someone from the Tau Empire had A newly promoted high-level commander of the Fire Caste suddenly embarked on an expansion mission that narrowly escaped death.
Just as the Emperor Tarot predicted, everything that seems to be lost will be regained because of this trip, but the fog of the Black Heart King is still lingering, the green skin is entangled, and things have just begun...
From the perspective of the Ministry of Military Affairs, this matter is still very explosive. (Referring to the daily article of the Orcs and a lieutenant colonel coming to a battle group)
(End of chapter)