153. Chapter 153, Tribe (7K words, please subscribe!)


Chapter 153, Tribe (7K words, please subscribe!)

If there was a friendly force with reliable combat capabilities to help attract attention from the front, the five space warriors of the Phoenix might still have a chance to succeed. But at this moment, the only friendly forces around them were 28 soldiers from the Storm Squadron.

Although they are also elites, it is impossible for twenty-eight of them to face fifty times the number of enemies and attract the attention of the Space Marines head-on... even if they are all dead.

What's more, even if you can draw hatred from them head-on, it will be difficult to swoop in and behead them.

The green-skinned leader looks very strong.

He was wearing heavy equipment, and his entire body size had reached three meters. The modified hot weapons and cold weapons all look very exaggerated. That heavy armor cannot be easily broken.

Martins and the others were well-informed, and based on their assessment of the monster's strength, even a veteran Space Marine couldn't take it down in a one-on-one fight. Only five of them, rushing into his face at the same time, can guarantee a quick and non-delayed kill. But as long as there is a slight problem in the middle link and they are delayed, and the surrounding greenskins continue to come up with support, they may be trapped in it and unable to get out.

Forget it, forget it.

Focus on surveillance and wait for Governor Gu to arrive with the main force. At that time, a large force will march in with all their strength, and the five of them will be more confident when they take action during the melee.

There is no need to engage in adventurism now.

However, they stopped, and the greenskins seemed to have discovered them.

The eye-catching orc boss set his sights on their hiding place from a distance.

Martins frowned.

"Why were we discovered?"

He was really confused.

Could it be that, since I haven't fought the greenskins for a while, my senses have deteriorated?

But after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with their actions. The elite members of the Storm Team did a good job. Logically speaking, they would not be discovered so easily.

"I don't know how they found out," Schneider said. "I just know we're in trouble."

Get ready for battle... fight like hell!

Man No. 30 is looking for death if he fights against a thousand orcs with heavy equipment and leadership by a boss.

While there is still a long distance between the two parties, it is only right to run away quickly!

As they fled, however, they soon learned what had spotted them.

Of course, it was also a green-skinned orc, standing next to the orc boss. His rickety body did not look tall, and he did not have any exaggerated weapons and equipment on his body. The overall appearance was very ordinary. The only unusual thing is that he is holding a silver-gray metal rod in his hand. It should not be a product of green-skin technology, but the upper part is decorated with animal teeth and multi-color paint. Full of green-skinned orc style.

The old orc pointed his scepter at the location of the Space Marines.

An intuition of impending danger made them immediately start to dodge.

At this moment, a red beam of light came directly.

The Space Marines were all fine, but the light penetrated the bodies of the two Stormtroopers.

The alloy-plastic steel bulletproof inserts under the military uniforms had almost no effect. A penetrating hole as big as a fist was burned in the bodies of the two soldiers.

The beam passed through the bodies of the two people and then traveled far outside until it hit the wall of the ruins in the distance and disappeared.

The two fell to the ground helplessly, their bodies twitching and struggling weakly on the ground.

They are not dead yet, but they will definitely die.

No one could save them, and when they had to retreat, it was impossible to take two wounded people with them who would surely die if they could hold on for a few minutes at most.

This can't be regarded as abandoning his comrades, but it is inevitable that morale will be low when running away.

However, despite not being a drag, their escape journey was still not smooth.

The rickety old orc kept releasing the beam of light in his hand, hitting him every few minutes.

Even the Space Marines cannot ignore the lethality of this extremely penetrating focused beam. If it hits two hits, the power armor will be damaged; if it hits three hits, it may be fatal.

It doesn't even need to hit the same place. After two rounds, the entire armor's defense is reduced due to structural changes, which is enough for the third round to deal fatal damage.

But fortunately, although the attack range of the old orc was very far, it still had a terrifying killing effect from a distance of two thousand meters.

However, he does not have a high-magnification scope and lacks the ability to aim and shoot. Although the beam will not have the problem of ballistic deviation due to the long distance, everything will be in vain if the aim is not accurate. The reason why the first shot in front was fatal was because the teams before they had time to completely disperse the formation were a little too close to each other. It was easy to hit them casually. This was how the two soldiers of the Storm Squadron suffered fatal blows. blow.

But now, when they started to move and the formation became more dispersed, it was not so easy to hit them.

What's more, they are not without the ability to resist.

The bolt guns and the electromagnetic rifles in the hands of the Storm Team all have the ability to kill enemies at a distance of two thousand meters - although there will be a lot of attenuation, the hit is still fatal.

T3-level soldiers are already very reliable in terms of shooting accuracy, not to mention space warriors who cannot use T to indicate their ability. They even have a combat assistance system built into their power armor to help them complete their shooting tasks more accurately.

Even though the firearms in their hands were not sniper models designed for long-distance killing, they could still threaten the old orc at a distance of two thousand meters.

However, they failed to kill them, and only a few greenskins who accidentally blocked the gun died.

The old orc was quite a thief. After discovering that he had become a target, he did not bite the bullet and shoot with the Space Marines and Stormtrooper soldiers. Instead, he hid behind the orc general.

This was a big bunker. Even a bolter couldn't hit his armor at a distance of two thousand meters, let alone the old orc behind him.

But similarly, it is not easy to be killed by bolt guns or electromagnetic rifles while hiding, but he can no longer pose a threat to the fleeing humans.

However, the situation suffered by humans has not improved much.

A considerable part of the entire green-skinned army started to move.

Armed trucks and murder canisters moved and chased them. Even the orc war general died in person.

Bullets kept hitting them from a distance of two thousand meters.

The shabby firearms in the hands of those green-skinned boys were banging and banging, but their bullets couldn't hit the distance of two thousand meters and fell to the ground halfway, let alone accuracy.

But the greenskins are not without weapons that can threaten them at this distance.

Let’s not talk about the iron barrel artillery. That thing is not very accurate, but it is very powerful. But even if you want a cannon to kill mosquitoes, you have to be able to do so.

However, the large machine guns on the armed trucks and the multi-barreled machine guns equipped with the murder canisters can still pose a threat at a distance of more than two thousand meters.

It is difficult to say that the weapons of the green-skinned orcs are very accurate. However, when the bullets are fired in an extremely dense manner, as long as the general direction is good, the bullets are still lethal at a distance of two thousand meters, then with the huge The number of them, even stray bullets are enough to pose a threat.

During the escape, soldiers from the Storm Squadron continued to fall.

At this moment, it didn't make much sense to turn around and fire back. It was impossible for them to kill all the enemies or repel them.

I can only keep running.

Of course, you can't actually run away.

The Space Marines ran and retreated with all their strength. There might still be hope, but the elite soldiers of the Storm Squadron definitely couldn't escape.

But even among the Space Marines, the probability of running away is actually low. After all, if you run with all your strength, you are leaving your back to the enemy. If there is one place where the power armor of Space Marines is weakest, it must be the back.

It is undoubtedly a great shame for a Space Marine to die with his back to the enemy.

And even if they give up honor and friendly forces and run away with all their strength in order to save the fire of the chapter, they may not end well.

Before they were completely out of the enemy's attack range and out of pursuit, one of the five of them would probably fall down, costing who knows how many lives to escape, and without a chance to recover the gene seeds.

At the moment, although they are still retreating, sometimes they are facing the enemy while firing while retreating, and sometimes they are hiding behind a certain slope or a ruined building to temporarily prevent the bullets from coming...
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If you retreat in this way, you will definitely not be able to run fast.

On the contrary, even if the road is rough, their armed trucks still have six wheels. Even if the wheels cannot run in some places, the speed will not be much slower on the detour.

As for walking mechas like the Killing Can, there is no problem.

Although Martins and Schneider worked together to kill a murder canister at a distance of more than a thousand meters through a sudden burst of bolter fire, this did not quench their thirst.

While fighting and retreating, they could only try their best to block the enemy's pursuit speed. They could not escape in a straight line. On the one hand, they had to avoid firepower, and on the other hand, they had to be careful not to be outflanked by the armed trucks that took a detour.

They now fully understand that being caught up is inevitable.

But that doesn't mean total despair.

Although there were no words to each other, Martins believed that his comrades should have the same idea as him: they should find a place that is conducive to defense, and then hold on until reinforcements arrive.

Although I don’t know how long I will have to guard, this option is more reliable than running away.

Of course, they must also be prepared for the worst-case scenario: total annihilation.

But so what? That's what war is like.

Especially when dealing with this orc clan that has surpassed the level of ordinary wild green skins, who knows who will come first, accident or victory?

In the middle, they did find some places suitable for defense: they were several large, solid, high-rise buildings with three or four floors.

Although this place is no longer the core fire projection zone of orbital strikes, the fact that the buildings here have survived for a hundred years and survived the earthquake-like aftermath caused by orbital bombing proves that those pre-war buildings are strong enough. Sturdy.

If they retreat into a high-rise building and fight inside the building, it will be difficult for those armed trucks to drive in, and the murder canisters will also be difficult to move. The area they need to defend is only the area in front of them. It will not be like being on flat ground, where they need to face attacks from all directions. The bullets are coming.

But those tall buildings are still not the best choice.

Worrying about being blasted by those greenskins, they will use explosives in a targeted manner, and they will still be attacked from all sides - if the enemy uses some ladders to climb up.

Martins and the others are still looking for a more suitable location to hold on.

Although no one knows whether the last abandoned high-rise building that seemed to be able to hold on is the most suitable location that can be found next; no one knows whether the next one will be worse, but in order to maximize the defensive advantage, they can only Try to keep looking.

This time, the Emperor seemed to hear their loyal prayers, and their luck suddenly improved.

A soldier discovered an underground space among the ruins of a building.

This kind of basement, in terms of environment, is very suitable for persistence. Although there is still the risk of collapse, as long as it is deep enough and strong enough, the risk of collapse is smaller than the risk of high-rise buildings being blasted.

As for other aspects, they are almost all advantages.

There is only one entrance, making it easier to hold on; the space inside is more limited, and you will face fewer enemies at the same time, and the enemies cannot take advantage of their numbers; if the space is narrow, even things like murder jars cannot get in, which is even more difficult. Okay.

If it doesn't work, seal the entrance. Even though you can't get out, at least you won't have to worry about being conquered for a long time. After waiting for a day, the governor's army will arrive, and the outside may be much safer. They wear power armor and dig out with bare hands. They may be able to dig out after a few days.

It's better than waiting to die anyway. The only question worth doubting is whether the underground space is deep enough?

If it is a small basement, it would be very dangerous if someone rushes into the entrance and blocks it, losing the space to move around.

However, just after passing by the underground entrance and taking a brief look, Martins gave up this concern: What kind of basement is this? This is an underground research institute!

Just look at the thick, solid round iron door at the entrance.

In the past, this iron door should be driven by power, otherwise it would be impossible to close or open the door manually. But now, it's just open there, and the power has long since expired.

With no room for hesitation, Martins chose to get into it.

Five Space Marines, plus the 21 still alive soldiers of the Storm Squadron, entered this underground space.

At Martins's signal, a small group of elite soldiers explored the depths. They had to figure out what was going on inside, and where they could evacuate if things went wrong later. In addition, they had to figure out whether there were other entrances and exits for easy escape, or they had to guard them to avoid green skins. I also know that someone stabbed me in the butt.

The remaining people stayed more than 20 meters away from the entrance, temporarily pulling in whatever they could pick up, including broken bricks, building boards... In short, they urgently constructed a position.

They must guard the entrance, try to delay as much time as possible, and kill and injure the enemy.

But they were not given much time. Just two minutes later, an enemy appeared at the entrance.

Those were just a few greenskins. They seemed to be some kind of armed truck that couldn't get through, and they let go of the infantry on the truck.

And as soon as they showed up, they were killed without mercy.

The distance between the entrance and the entrance was only thirty meters, and the elite soldiers of the Space Marines and Storm Squadron all fired with perfect accuracy. The most important thing is that the weapons in their hands are not as weak as the G9 series rifles. The bolt gun is enough to kill the green boy in one hit, and the electromagnetic rifle only needs a few more shots.

In other words, if those greenskins only attack with infantry, they may not be able to take them down even if they are all dead.

The Space Marines have nearly 300 rounds of ammunition per person; the Storm Troopers also have at least 180 rounds of ammunition.

Use it sparingly and aim more accurately, and it should hold up.

Those green-skinned orcs also understood this - even if they didn't understand it, when the murder canister couldn't get in, they mobilized iron barrel artillery to blow up the entrance, gathered twenty boys and rushed in, but no one came out alive. When the time comes, they will naturally understand.

They did not continue to send people in to die, which gave Martins and others time to breathe.

But he also knew that this was the calm before the storm.

It was already late at night, but they did not dare to rest.

Tried to contact Governor Gu, but the wireless communication was disconnected.

I'm afraid the greenskins have the relevant technology to block communication information.

In short, they don't have many choices now, they can only take advantage of the favorable geographical location to hold on.

……

The orc elder Gorgon looked angrily at the flesh-tearer who was much stronger and bigger than him, and wished he could kill him.

But no.

He couldn't beat Tear Flesh.

He couldn't even sit and watch the flesh being torn to death.

He knew that the ones hiding were ‘cans’. In his distant memory, he had seen this kind of can, killing an orc boy was as easy as an orc killing a fart.

Zhanrou is already the most powerful warrior in the tribe, but according to his past memories, he can tell that if Zhanrou rushes in regardless, he may be able to kill one or two cans, but in the end he will die. There.

Tear Flesh cannot die. If he dies, the more than a thousand boys who have finally reunited will soon fall into collapse again. There are five or six orc bosses with the same status below, and they only serve those who are stronger and greener than them. Once the flesh is torn to death, there will be a bloody struggle between them. They will fight with each other with their own boys and will not care about anything else until the last one is left.

Normally, Gorgon wouldn't mind this, but not now.

He also needs the clan to continue to exist.

He could only persuade him earnestly: "Why don't you listen to me? When have I ever lied to you?"

"No matter what you say!" Tranrou was still so stubborn, "I must kill all those shrimps! I will not leave until they are all killed! All my boys are dead, the military factory is gone, and the farm is gone. , but I haven’t killed a shrimp with my own hands yet! This is absolutely not okay!”

"But we will all die here!" Gorgon growled, "Those shrimps have already killed Roast Ax and killed all the boys in front, and they are coming to kill us! We must leave now, Now is not the time to fight! Let’s kill these shrimps when we have more boys and more guns!”

After a pause, the orc elder Gorgon pointed to the tunnel entrance in the distance, which was almost invisible in the dark night, and continued: "A few years ago, I was dug out from inside, and I personally killed the few who dug me out. After the shrimp came out, I carefully explored the place. It is very strong and you can only rush in from the front of the entrance, but there are some cans guarding it, and even you can't rush in..."

At this point, Gorgon suddenly stopped talking.

He saw the violent eyes of the flesh-removing person staring at him.

He seems to have made a mistake. He just told the strongest boss in a tribe that you can't do it.

And this is something that most orc bosses would never believe.

The huge flesh-tearer lowered his head and looked at the aging Gorgon.

Tear the Meat said, "I'm the boss, I don't have to listen to you. I'm the biggest in the tribe, and the greenest I am, there's nothing I can't kill."

Having said this, his mechanized arms grabbed Gorgon's throat and lifted his failing body: "You are too old and too cowardly. I have had enough of your words. I have had enough." I will keep your head so that you can watch with your own eyes how I tore those shrimps into pieces.”

Gorgon hissed, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

Tear Flesh no longer wanted to listen to him, and his mechanized arm twisted Gorgon's throat with just one force.

The luster in Gorgon's eyes quickly disappeared.

At this moment, he thought of many things.

He was originally just an ordinary craftsman boy, from the Iron Teeth clan. He was born on a warm planet. At that time, his clan had completely conquered the place. The remaining shrimps were kept in captivity for food, slaves, and entertainment tools...

Then, shrimp came.

The clan's battleship was destroyed, and many cans fell from the sky. Together with many shrimps, they raided and destroyed the anti-orbital guns on the planet. Then Xiami used countless cannon fire to baptize the entire planet up and down many times.

All the greenskins he knew were dead, and he was lucky to survive.

But then, he was captured.

After that, he came here and was imprisoned in the underground research institute not far away for who knows how many years.

He was dissected, but the green skin's tenacious vitality allowed him to survive again and again after simple suturing; he was injected with various inexplicable liquids, and was used as an experiment to perform various experiments. Experiment...

But suddenly one day, everything stopped.

He was stuffed into a freezer. It was very cold at the time, and he quickly lost consciousness.

When he had memories again, several shabby shrimps appeared in front of him. They had never seen a creature like him, and after he regained his strength, he broke the glass coffin that contained him and slaughtered all the shrimps.

But he has forgotten many things, such as how to make cannons, how to make killing canisters... these are all things he only remembered recently.

Then, he went out and met many monsters. He fought those monsters and hunted them for food, and in the process, he also bled.

Within a year, some green plants began to grow where he had bled. Scrooge, Grut, and other green-skinned boys began to grow gradually.

He was happy, he was no longer alone, he had someone to fight with and accompany him.

He still remembered that among the new boys, there was one he liked the most, called Flesh Tearer.

The boy lived up to his expectations and became the first boss.

They gathered all the boys together, and Gorgon established their tribe according to the appearance of the clan in their memories, and gave the tribe the same name as before - the Iron Teeth Clan.

Over the years, the tribe's numbers grew, and they began to expand until they encountered many shrimps.

He was very happy. Fighting with Xiami was the most interesting.

Fighting, the tribe will become stronger and stronger. The boys fight and die, and the ones who survive become bigger and greener, and the ones who die will grow more green skin... until they become more and more powerful, and then they can be made Tear the flesh and set off a huge 'waaagh', and the Iron Teeth clan will sweep over the entire planet, making it look exactly like the planet he was born on.

More than a month ago, a more powerful shrimp appeared.

Not only was Gorgon not worried, but he was even more excited. During the fierce battle, the 'waaagh' force field became thicker and thicker, and the flesh-tearing weapon became larger and larger. While wandering in it, he also remembered many forgotten techniques and recreated the killing canister. , the big iron can of fear, and can even make a set of warrior armor for Tear Flesh.

But...why did the same thing that destroyed the Iron Teeth clan fall from the sky again?

Gorgon couldn't understand.

It would be great if we could also build big ships that fly outside the planet.

That was the last thought in his mind.

And the last sound he heard was the roar of flesh tearing.

Then, his consciousness fell into darkness.

……

Martins and Schneider looked solemn when they saw the torn flesh.

At such a close distance, they were finally able to confirm that this was an orc warrior.

From their past combat experience, they clearly understand how powerful this thing can be:

Ordinary space warriors can't stand up to the Ork Warlord three times; if you want to defeat him in a duel, you need at least a company champion.

At this moment, the orc war general was accompanied by a sudden influx of green-skinned orcs. The number was countless at the moment, but because the entrance was not wide enough, they could not all squeeze in.

Martins and Schneider looked at each other. What they saw in each other's eyes was not fear, but surprise.

The opportunity has come!

Don't be afraid that this orc war general will appear. As long as he appears, it will be a big opportunity!

It takes a company champion to kill an orc warrior.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Company champions, here are two.

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This chapter is 7000!

Will update another 6,000 words tomorrow! This month’s challenge plan is complete!

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