Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"The orcs are coming."

All the soldiers said this. They were used to resisting the sporadic and unplanned attacks of the orcs every day, which made them feel familiar with the orcs, but now, five days after the truce, they felt worried.

Although the legendary political commissar Yarik never said anything or showed any intention to quit, the soldiers still felt that the next battle was unusual from the political commissar's increasingly ugly poker face.

We may all die on the battlefield...

The orc army, which had accumulated fighting desire and equipment for five days, crossed the first detection line, where there were many hidden detection skulls for reconnaissance.

The huge number of broken tanks and trucks surprisingly maintained a similar speed, and behind them were the orc troops.

The orc troops were not sure whether it was intentional or unintentional. They formed an extremely loose and free formation, making it a luxury to kill an entire group of orcs with any one shell.

The flow of armored vehicles slowly approached like a moving wall, blocking the rain of bullets projected from the Imperial positions.

"Green bombers are coming! Prepare to take cover!"

With the huge roar unique to the orcs, anyone could hear the shuddering flight of the bombers filled with black smoke from a distance.

The Hydra anti-aircraft guns and various fixed turrets on the ground were ready to shoot at those Orc aircraft, shooting down one aircraft after another.

"They have no intention of stopping the bombing! What are they going to do?"

What was different from the past was that these aircraft did not rush to bomb those anti-aircraft gun positions because of the provocation from the anti-aircraft guns on the ground, but continued to fly towards the depths of the hive regardless of the situation.

All the imperial officers felt something was deeply wrong. Today's orc attack was too disciplined, and it was completely replaced by another person in command.

The infantry and armor carried out basic coordination, relying on vehicles as bunkers to counterattack the Imperial Army. The artillery of those tanks did not fire randomly, but suppressed the heavy firepower points of each position. The orc boys following the vehicle also did not huddle in a haphazard group, or launch a reckless charge against the firepower of the Imperial Army. Instead, they flashed and moved in the crater created by the artillery. They seemed to be Waiting for something, waiting for an opportunity, a signal, to launch the final onslaught.

"Those planes... seem to have dropped something on them?" A sergeant stood on the high wall of Hades's nest, using his telescope to observe the movements of the orc bombers as much as possible, and first dropped a series of , the bomb accelerated by the rocket engine quickly fell on the ground, and then the orc boys carrying rocket engines jumped towards the bombed area one by one.

"Where is...the artillery position on Vince Lorain Street..." The sergeant silently put down his telescope. He couldn't believe what he saw. The orcs actually knew the airborne tactic, and used it successfully.

Quickly adjusting the frequency of the communication device, the sergeant hurriedly delivered this important message to the front line. Basically every sergeant has a channel code that can transmit information directly to Yarrick himself, but it has rarely been used a few times. After all, after the orcs hit their heads and bloodied in the city, There is no longer any decent attack, but the sudden turn for the worse now is the best time to use this secret.

"This is Commissar Yarek."

"Political Commissar! Those Orc bombers dropped a large number of airborne troops in the direction of Vince Lorain Street! The front line is likely to lose artillery support!"

boom!

There was an explosion, and the sky was full of fire and the mushroom cloud that went straight to the top of the hive's spire appeared. It looked like an ammunition depot storing ammunition exploded.

The artillery positions that continuously corrected the artillery firing parameters based on the information from the front line also failed to fire, and no one knew what the situation was.

"I understand. For the sake of the Emperor and to maintain their posts, I will lead the troops on the front line to evacuate tactically."

"Yes! Commissar! For the Emperor!"

Eric silently hung up the message on the communicator and looked at the increasingly difficult battlefield. The huge explosion caused inside the hive city not only interrupted the artillery support, but also conveyed a powerful offensive order to the orcs.

Shout Waaagh! The orcs rushed out from behind the iron wall of armored vehicles one by one, restored their violent and unorganized nature, and rushed towards the imperial position one by one.

Those tanks and other trucks couldn't stand such slow driving, so they stepped on the accelerator to death and ran rampant across the entire battlefield.

If we simply talk about the frontal battlefield, the threat level of the unorganized orcs is now far less than that of the previous collaboration.

The tanks no longer think about clearing fire points, and the infantry no longer thinks about covering the tanks. They basically fight on their own. But the loss of the rear really made Yarick feel the difficulty of these orcs.

Not only did they improve from the war, but the orcs also learned from the war.

Emperor, forgive my stupidity and carelessness...

But the point now is not to complain, nor to feel guilty, but to defend the city for the Emperor and make the sacrifice of these soldiers worthwhile.

"Immediately notify all positions that can be contacted and ask them to retreat into the hive defense line as much as possible. Also ask Ryder and his Iron Fist squad to come over."

The two orders were quickly passed on, and Ryder also appeared at the door of Alec's bunker.

His condition didn't look good either. The full-body protective suit was so dirty that the original color couldn't be seen, and there were even slight cracks on the goggles.

"political commissar!"

"Ryder, call all your Iron Fist squad soldiers to come with me. We are going to attract the attention of the orcs and cover the retreat of the troops."

"Yes! Political Commissar!" There were no questions or nonsense. Ryder was becoming more and more like a qualified soldier of the Astra Militarum. Alex nodded, picked up the storm arrow on the table, and pointed it towards the place where the battle was most intense on the front line. Rushed away.

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"Prepare for close combat! Mount bayonets!" came a hoarse voice. The noncommissioned officer commanding at the front line had shouted so loud that his voice was hoarse. He now deeply regretted why he did not undergo biochemical modification of the trumpet instead of enduring his voice. Hoarse pain.

This time the attack of the orcs was indeed too fierce. In the past, they could not rush to such a forward position. Looking at the huge figure of the orcs running towards them, the sergeant adjusted his gun movement so that he could better deliver the bayonet.

"Waaagh!" An orc jumped down and chopped off the sergeant's head with the ax in his hand. He fired the gun above his head as if to add some atmosphere to his attack.

Pulling the trigger, the laser gun aimed at the orcs and fired.

No one said that after installing a bayonet, you could only fight in close combat. The laser exploded on the orc's face, evaporating the flesh and blood on his head. The orc who was hit in the face retreated, but he was still not dead.

If this kind of laser were to hit the heads of those residents, it would certainly be able to create a burning hole, but it would be somewhat powerless against these thick-skinned orcs.

Although this situation has been reported to superiors many times, the rear armament production is still unable to produce better and more effective equipment for the army.

The blind orc roared and waved the ax in his hand, and hit an iron plate used to reinforce the trench. It became embedded in it and was difficult to pull out. The sergeant was also able to capture the wound on his face and fired several more shots. His head was shot through.

More orcs poured into the trenches and fought with the other soldiers, while the free sergeants were rescuing the downed soldiers in the trenches, conducting sneak attacks, backstabbing, anything. , as long as he and his soldiers can survive from these damn orcs.

Passing a corner in the trench, he and a soldier he had just rescued were knocked down by an orc that jumped out of the shadows.

The poor soldier who had just been rescued was stabbed in the body by the spikes on the orc's shoulders, and fell to the side without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, the sergeant raised the gun in his hand...

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