Chapter 145, more deaths, more waaagh!
Earo LaCrocha felt that the war had changed.
In other words, this is war. In the past, it was just a small fight.
He was from a tribe of wandering survivors. It was hard to make a living in the tribe. Under the leadership of a senior, a dozen teenagers left the tribe and followed a trader to Junk Town, where they joined an adventure group. among.
They say they are an adventure group, but they are actually armed trash men. After getting more than a dozen guns from the merchant on credit, they began their scavenging career.
Not daring to take any risks, they searched for some metal scraps and hot limestone in the safe area outside Garbage Town, scraping together a day's supply, taking them back to Garbage Town, and exchanging them for food.
Every day’s harvest, after buying food and paying off a little bit of the gun loan, there was nothing left.
And if you really encounter a battle, such as some mutated monsters that you occasionally encounter in the ruins of the city, you have to save some money on shooting, because bullets are very expensive.
During that period of life, there was no hope and no future. But he didn't feel too sad. It was good to have food to eat. For a long time in the past, he didn't know what it felt like to have a full meal.
He and his companions have been hanging out in Garbage Town for two years. Just when he thought he would continue to be like this for the rest of his life until he couldn't do it anymore, he met the green skin.
Out of a dozen fellow villagers, only six survived. The rest, including his senior who led them out, were all killed in the hands of the greenskins.
If it were just casualties, that would be fine, but those fellow villagers died tragically. Those greenskins were eating people alive right in front of them, smashing their heads open and eating their brains.
He wanted to snatch the body back, but he didn't dare and was pulled back by someone.
Some of the living people gave up their jobs as scavengers and adventurers completely because of that scene, but he and his two other brothers could never forget that scene.
After hearing the name of the Beast Slayer Group, they joined it.
It's embarrassing to say that he obviously wanted to take revenge on those greenskins, but after the three of them came in and fought for four months, he was the only one left alive, but he was the only one who killed the greenskins with his own hands.
In the past, when they found trouble with green skins, they could only find a small group of targets, two or three at most. But even so, they still had to gather thirty or fifty people before they dared to take action.
There is no advantage in shooting with iron tube rifles against those greenskins. The range is about the same, but the power is far different. Mortals are not like those greenskins who can take many bullets. Therefore, the people of the Beast Slaughter Group could only think of ideas elsewhere.
Modify firearms, increase caliber and charge. Although this will severely reduce the reliability of the firearms, the power of the bullets has indeed increased; equipped with a broadsword and a spear, after those greenskins get close, at least they have a handy weapon to resist. The green-skinned man could tear three or four people to pieces with his face to face, but he could still get six or seventy-eight spears pierced into his body.
Everyone said that the Beast Slayers had a special method for defeating the greenskins, but in LaCrocha's opinion, what was the special method? Stronger courage, full of hatred hidden in the heart, many against one without fear of death. In order to kill two or three greenskins, they often have to pay ten lives.
Nothing more than that.
But it's different now.
Earlier, when the group leader talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the adaptation, he thought very simply: The treatment is better than before, he can get better equipment, and he can continue to fight greenskins. Is there anything wrong with this?
But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the entire way of fighting would change.
After a few days of rest in the military camp and a round of training under the eyes of the governor, he felt that he suddenly understood a lot.
Shooting postures, military skills, position building, team coordination, armor coordination, artillery coordination...
Those days were magical. My mind suddenly became clear. I could understand any principle as soon as it was taught, and master any skill as soon as I practiced it.
Back on the front line again, he's captain...oh, squad leader now.
Under the leadership of the squad leader, a total of ten people built two firepower points. They are built with common building fragments and broken bricks found in ruins. They are located on a small slope and can form a commanding attack point.
There are several such firepower points separated by a short distance. They are built by other soldiers in the same company to ensure that they can form cross firepower and support each other smoothly.
This knowledge was just learned. In the past, they could only rely on experience to fiddle around, and could not build a position so effectively.
And these positions had an immediate effect.
A team of about a dozen greenskins sneaked up under the cover of night, and when the sentry found out, they were already not far from a fortification.
The sound of gunfire woke everyone up, and several soldiers stationed there began to resist vigorously. The brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also opened fire immediately, with the sound of machine guns and rifles.
Immediately, two or three greenskins were killed by the dense bullets.
The team then retreated while fighting, and three of them died, allowing the greenskins to occupy the fortifications. But then support came in and fired two rounds from a rocket launcher.
After the fight, seven or eight people rushed in together, bayonets fixed, and started fighting with the only remaining greenskins.
La Crocha was one of them, and he stabbed one to death with his own hands.
Humans would certainly suffer in close combat. Even if most of the greenskins were injured and killed, the remaining four still killed seven soldiers.
But overall, the exchange ratio between the two sides was only one to one.
In the past, these dozen greenskins could kill their entire company.
However, the battle is not over yet at this time. Their position was disrupted, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity, investing more manpower and launching an attack on them.
It was dark tonight, but through the searchlights on the position, La Crocia could clearly see that there must be at least fifty greenskins, forming thick shadows, rushing towards their position.
He was extremely nervous at the time and opened fire wildly with his comrades.
Everyone seems to know that there seems to be no way to survive. There's no way to run away, they can't outrun these greenskins.
At this moment, what they are thinking about is to try to take away one by one before they die.
But at this moment, a whistling sound came from the top of their heads!
LaCrocha remembered that before coming to support, the platoon commander seemed to have said that as soon as fighting broke out here, the company commander would send a telegram to the combined artillery regiment behind. As long as you hold on, you can get artillery support!
Isn’t this coming?
At least three shells landed in front.
The huge explosion was almost deafening. But La Crocha was inexplicably excited!
This is called war!
The orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the powerful power of the 155 howitzer, no bones are left within the radius of five or six meters of the explosion; within fifty meters, there are enough shock waves and dense shrapnel. Lethal lethality.
The three cannonballs were fired very accurately. If those greenskins were not scattered and knew how to lie down to avoid the cannonballs when they came, these three cannonballs would have been enough to kill them all.
But despite this, at least twenty greenskins were finished.
The remaining ones howled and climbed up, continuing to rush up the slope.
But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired wildly at this place. At least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and there were countless rifles.
The firepower network formed by the G9M light machine gun and the G9A automatic rifle is many times higher than the iron tube rifle they used in the past. Under the intense firepower, the greenskins eventually fell on the charging road.
From then on, the whole night and the entire defense line seemed to be lively. It seemed that there was fighting everywhere. The sound of gunfire could be heard vaguely from as far away as ten kilometers away, and the rumbling sound of artillery was even more constant.
La Crocha and the others were subsequently attacked several times, and they also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when the greenskins got close to them at a distance of thirty to fifty meters. As long as the opponent's crude firearms hit, Let one person on your side die.
But where are the immortals in a war?
Tonight, what La Crocha can guarantee is that at least in this position where he is, the greenskins will die more than they do.
After daybreak, the greenskin offensive stopped.
Counting the losses and results, the greenskins in front lost more than fifty corpses, of which thirty or forty must have been killed by artillery and rocket launchers, there must have been ten who were shot, and five or six others. They rushed up to fight with bayonets and were killed by them.
On La Crocha's side, they also lost thirty soldiers.
A new company, with their breakfast, took their place at ten o'clock in the morning.
After fighting all night and losing 30% of their strength, La Crocha and his comrades were able to retreat and rest first.
He himself didn't feel tired at all, he was even very excited and wanted to fight again!
……
Roasting Ax felt very tired and very upset, but he still wanted to fight again.
Fighting, killing, watching blood splatter... This is the green-skinned orc's biggest hobby, and it is a nature engraved in their genes.
They are savage, violent, fighting by nature, and are not afraid of death. The thing they fear most in life is not fighting, and not winning will make them unhappy.
I'm not very happy today.
In order not to lose the fight, Roast Ax could only temporarily ask his boys to retreat.
Several crazy doctors performed operations on the green-skinned boy who had severed his hands, feet, and head. If a hand is missing, cut one off from another greenskin and sew it on; the same goes for a missing leg. Some greenskins that had been bombarded by cannons were missing a lot of parts, but their heads were still alive, so they cut off their heads and replaced them with a corpse whose body was still intact but whose head was rotten...
Roasting Ax watched his boys being reassembled one by one, feeling a little happy.
I like to fight, and I'm not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I still fight when I know I can't win. You live for the next fight. If too many green-skinned guys die, it will be difficult to fight later.
He returned to the barracks built from the ruins, grabbed a red communicator that looked crude and had no structure at all, and randomly operated it twice, trying to contact the boss at the back.
However, the communicator made a tingling sound, but could not be connected.
Roasted Ax became even more angry. He shouted outside: "Stuck! Stuck! Come in!"
A guy who looked much thinner than him, but actually stronger than the average green-skinned orc, walked in with a wrench.
"Boss Grilled Axe, what did you ask me to do?"
"Fix this thing for me! I need to contact the meat-tearing boss!"
"Is this thing broken again?"
Kacha took the communicator from Roast Ax, scratched his head, then knocked it a few times with a small hammer, and used a wrench to remove several parts from it.
Then, it handed the communicator to the roasting ax again: "I think this should be fine."
Roasting Ax didn't care, he fiddled with it a few more times, and it was really connected.
He kicked Kacha on the butt and kicked the wrench boy away. When the familiar gasping sound came from over there, Roast Ax couldn't wait to shout: "Boss of meat tearing! I listen to you, take advantage of it." I led a charge with those Xiami when I was changing defense! Many guys died without rushing down. Those Xiami's cannons were too fierce, and I wanted to use a truck! ”
"No!" The meat-tearing boss refused, "You stay there first! If you want to fight, go and fight! I heard from the elders that if you wait for a while, you can hold back something big and explode! You can't expose it first! When the new boys and new bastards grow up, bring these big bombs with us, and we will kill all those shrimps in one wave!”
"Okay... I am the boss and I will listen to you." Roast Ax said in a sullen voice, "But you have to promise me that you will give me more when the time comes!"
"Give it to you, give it to you!"
……
Paji, hang up the communication, the big boss of the Iron Teeth Clan: Tear the Flesh, and with heavy steps, find the elder.
It was an old orc with almost all his teeth.
Among greenskins, old orcs are not common. Orcs who can't fight won't live long easily, and greenskins don't have the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
But then again, if a green-skinned person can live to a very old age but still holds a pivotal position in the clan, it means that there must be something special about him, and he is by no means as invincible as his appearance.
When facing the elders, Tear Flesh, as the boss of the entire clan, will also maintain some respect - this is not easy for the green skins.
"When will our big blow be healed?" Asked Shroud, "Those boys kept asking and asking for support. If it didn't work, I could only ask them to withdraw. Newcomer It was quite powerful to eat some shrimps, and those boys were beaten to pieces!”
The elder thought for a moment and said: "We still have to continue fighting. More deaths, more WAAAGH, more boys, more deaths, more WAAAAGH, more boys, more deaths... Then we will win! We will win! We can all turn into bigger orcs! The boys on the front line need to work harder, or if that doesn't work, send more farts up there. There are too many of them, and we don't need so many new mushrooms. , but we still need more land to grow more mushrooms.”
(End of chapter)