Chapter 302 Engine Roars

The rough tires gripped the ground with their complex patterns, and the high temperature caused by friction bounced off the many gravels on the orcs' rough roads. Thick smoke was emitted from the horizontal exhaust pipes. On the rather random body structure, those things would even Hit the orc directly in the face.

The smell of the low-quality fuel swallowed by the engine was enough to make people suffocate, but the orc boy turned his head and took a breath as if he loved it. However, his mouth obviously couldn't accept all the stuff. In the end, the tattered and dirty car The army therefore turned into an undead army under the billowing thick smoke, moving forward restlessly and noisily.

In order to deal with those madmen, the Imperial Guard has scattered nails on the battle lines and stepped down the barbed wire fence. Although it is a drop in the bucket, the steel and iron bones here prevent those people from digging trenches. Without trenches that stretch for thousands of meters, those things can be like no one. Easily bypassing the Imperial Guard's dragnet, they attack Loyalist forces with impunity.

Seeing the orcs approaching, they could only shake their mobile souls, their engines roar, and fight with them on this crazy track made by aliens. The fastest Salamander reconnaissance tank team of the 113th Armored Regiment of Phlaxia, and the number of this Guards The largest number of Chimera armored vehicles are ready to go.

It's just a pity that the Lemanus tank was too slow to carry out this crazy race. Maybe its machine spirit was slightly lost because of this, but it still started slowly, and finally stopped at the helpless tens of thousands of loyal people. As the last line of defense.

The ensign climbed onto the upper level of a tank and raised his saber. After Skadi joined the core of the Imperial Guard as well as possible, as the main commander, he also had a good thing that only a general could get, a power saber and honor. Or it was practical. The murderous blade emitted a light blue light, just like the second lieutenant himself, which was faintly bright in the dark night.

The roar of the orcs was like tearing the whole world apart. On the track, there were about 60 Imperial Guard vehicles lined up in a V shape, and the number of orcs was at least three times as many. They didn't have time, so they could only start the engines. Ask the Emperor to bless you.

The moment the roar of waaaagh got closer, the orcs' stink could already be glimpsed through the air. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard stepped on the accelerator, and the V-shaped convoy was like an arrow flying away.

They almost collided with each other facing the enemy, dispersed after a moment, and then intertwined into a group. Some vehicles exploded, rolled, and were damaged after colliding with each other, and some were penetrated and torn by heat, lasers, and explosive bombs. , countless weapons spit out tongues of fire, they bite each other, and the machine spirits roar.

A dark green Salamander armored vehicle was spitting out explosive flames, narrowly avoiding the Orc chariot with a ramming horn in the front, and completely killing the driver with accurate shots.

Bang, a mushroom flower exploded in front of him. The orc's disgusting blood entered his mouth and covered his eyes. One of the mushrooms did not grab the car body and was thrown off. It was hit by a compatriot's car on the ground. Crush.

Others wanted to rescue but because the unit was too far away from the orcs to follow, they were unable to protect themselves and could only barely maintain the front line. In addition, the restless battlefield caused the noise and malfunction of the radio, and a large number of strange-shaped weapons were shooting at each other. Radio, which had been proven effective time and time again in the brutal hustle and bustle of human civilization at the end of civilization, also became crude and embarrassing.

The impact of projectiles is becoming more and more intensive, and the temperature of the car body has reached forty or fifty. Soon they will be unconscious, the fuel will soon burn, and the cooling equipment is buzzing. I just don't know whether it is the machine soul that cannot hold on first or the human body. live.

The chirping orc boy yelled, but the power of his words had little effect. When an airship approached, the flying wings hit the side of the dirty car and stimulated strong heat. The orc vehicle was instantly penetrated, and the second one was just Count seconds!

They destroyed everything, the third, the fourth, the fifth. Not to mention rescuing the second lieutenant, they could almost change the situation of the battle. The second lieutenant tiredly crawled out of the salamanders that dared not stop, and felt the cool wind blowing. For the first time, he felt like this orc hell. Not bad, after all, there was a scorching hell beneath his feet.

Until the driver shouted. "No more!"

His clothes were soaked with sweat. In order to dissipate heat, he even took off his armor to reveal the sweat-wet Imperial Guards-issued T-shirt. He smiled wryly and saluted the Space Marines passing by the tanks. The Rand airships also used their own weapons. Action returns the favor.

But instead, it was as smooth as the most crooked orc mountain or the most twisted track. Therefore, they chose to airdrop the equipment from a distant place that was inconvenient for normal vehicles to enter. Therefore, they happened to encounter the target. The orcs stalked the ensign in the distance, and this strategic coincidence was almost a miracle to the Emperor.

However, the ensign did not want to go to the Golden Throne. Before he was reinstated to the emperor, he still had a wife, and he would definitely have children in the future. There would be new days ahead, so he did not want to die, but he could not die.

The speed attack boat is armed with a heavy explosive bomb or multiple tubes of melt. The powerful firepower provides the terrifying power that makes the orcs tremble. Even the orcs who are bound to get the ensign's head have to retreat, but their The Dirty Car was too slow for the Land Speeder, too slow.

The help of the Destruction Eagle was like a divine weapon sent from heaven. It was 12 Rambo speed attack boats, which were thrown down the winding hillside. It took the Destruction Eagle a long time to break the remaining orcs with the help of Bordero. The track blocked and threw those vehicles. The bright red speed attack craft appeared flat, without wheels, and the streamlined shots floated in the air at extremely fast speeds.

Five metal hounds were surrounding the Salamander Tank. They were like hoarse demons. Their engines roared, spitting out crazy howls and smoke, separating the second lieutenant from the constant explosions, roars, and killings around him.

There were only two left. The frizzy and largest and most vicious orc climbed up from the edge of the vehicle. Like a green devil from hell, he wielded his machete and smashed the Salamander tank's storm bombs, and the fire bombs were fired. Lightning and debris scratched the ensign's cheek, but most of it was blocked by the enclosed carapace.

When that war cry could be heard without a radio, the fiery snakes spit out by the heavy explosive shells had already burned a dirty Orc vehicle. Not to mention the terrifying explosive power of the melt, their countless terrain obstacles prevented them from using the fastest speed and The craziest move to block the orcs' retreat.

Now that the hunting group has discovered him, a sharp-edged high-ranking human official, they can use his head in exchange for fun, not only to please Nang Mao, but also to exchange for some delicious snacks. For this tribe that was born poor and wealthy, every Each boy can produce teeth continuously, but no one gives them food. Following the leader's cruel gluttony, any food that can satisfy him has been made noble.

He waved his arm, but before the orc could retract his arm, he only heard a buzzing vibration. The power saber tore open the flesh and blood with a destructive attitude. The arteries in the orc's arm were still pumping blood, causing the muscles to tighten and the broken arm to crack. The spray spurted out bright red, staining the Salamander tank and turning the second lieutenant almost into a bloody man.

The second lieutenant was panting heavily before he could return to his seat. When the orcs on the left and right saw his accomplices landing, they immediately opened fire. The automatic gun fire hit the second lieutenant's carapace hard, leaving white marks. He almost pushed him off the body and rolled over. He walked a full circle and lay on the roof of the car. Fortunately, he lay down very quickly, otherwise he might have become a pair with the orcs.

The orcs were laughing and chattering, their saliva mixed with sweat, and they spat towards the second lieutenant's face, which was squinting due to the explosion. "Good shrimps, good shrimps, hard and hard, sharp scimitar, more fun to cut, I'm happy!" He said confused words, raised his weapon, and in the strong wind blowing as the car moved forward, the corner of his clothes , saliva, body fluids, and the few hairs, which are also inferior miscellaneous hairs of hairy scooters, and finally turned into a disgusting beast posture.

The second lieutenant grabbed the handle of the broken gun that was still collapsing to stabilize his body, and used the strength to avoid the slashing. However, the orc's attack was so powerful and heavy that it finally left a deep cut in the thick metal body of the car, and there were even sparks when it hit it. Ejection, if the ensign takes this, he will probably have to see the emperor.

The orc shouted hoarsely. "Look, a running squigg cake!" These words ignited the little enthusiasm of the orcs. Four or five vehicles even drove away their compatriots, interrupting the orcs' attack on the second lieutenant, just for their own enjoyment. Sweet.

The entire salamander has turned into a scorching oven, turning loyal people into victims of war. This seems to be destined, but after a short radio sound appeared, the second lieutenant raised his head that had lost his mental power. "Is there anyone?"

The young man couldn't help sweating on his forehead. Can he solve this crisis? The bumpy rubble on the Salamander may be the ruins bombed by the firepower of the war, or it may be the result of the rough engineering of the orcs. As soon as the car body became unstable, the dirty car immediately approached, and the three or four orcs on it stood up and approached. He jumped and the ensign shot.

The second lieutenant breathed heavily, untied the kettle from his waist, poured the warm water, and the mud dripped out from the floor of the car. The bright red mud made his face turn red and white, as if he was lost. Damn it, he cursed. "I failed today. When I go to the Golden Throne, how can I explain to my brothers who have left that I actually died because of those orc bastards!"

"My boy!" The orc with the severed hand looked like a captain. After all, he had a hairy head and obviously had spare money. His anger was understandable. For him, a boy was even more valuable. After all, every day There are dozens of fallen teeth!

But he was missing a hand after all. The lieutenant stepped out of the car body with one foot and stood on the car body. The orc's only left hand held a scimitar. The second lieutenant stepped forward and headed straight for the orc's left hand. He subconsciously wanted to fight back. In an instant, his arm was cut off by the buzzing power saber, blood was spilled, and he kept shouting and making a lot of noise. At this moment, the second lieutenant quickly kicked him down with quick eyesight and hands.

Following the advancement of the Salamander tank, the orc fell down and landed on the ground with a popping sound. His head was crushed again, and he died, turning into a ball of red and white wet mud.

"Xiami, my arm!" he yelled, and his companions were also ready to kill him. The second lieutenant just touched a handful of the sticky blood on his face that had not solidified due to the wind, and smashed it into the orc's face. It looked like snot. The bright red clot, as big as the palm of his hand, blocked the orc's vision. The lieutenant just seized that moment, and the blade cut through the orc's right foot. He could no longer stand, and his dirty and smelly body rolled several times and fell away due to centrifugal force. He fell down and was crushed to pieces by the rattling wheels of the dirty car behind him.

Now he could only roll and crawl forward, braving the firepower and the orcs' less-than-accurate precision to return to the inside of the car. He almost fell off, landed on his butt, leaned against the car seat, and smashed the investigator into knots. Solid, the ensign looked tiredly at the dark car and enjoyed a moment of rest, smelling the scent of orc blood and fuel promethium.

They are far away from the battle line, and no troops should be close, unless... they are not Imperial Guards, then there is only one possibility!

As the radio signal got closer and closer, the war cry appeared. "A natural disaster is coming!"

At this moment, the temperature inside the car was getting higher and higher because of the increasing number of bullets. It felt like 30-40 degrees Celsius. The hot people were sweating on their foreheads. The five dirty cars were venting bullets. If they continued like this, they would be shocked by the heat and forced to stop.

The second lieutenant's mouth was tight because of the force. He spat out a mouthful of blood that had seeped in, and the blood blew into the orc's face along with the wind. The orc covered his arm, and the green muscles contracted, and began to heal and stop bleeding. The vitality was terrible.

The second lieutenant's shooting skills were good. As for this crazy killing machine gathering place, it could also shine. But being conspicuous was not a good thing. Four or five orc engines had just strangled a Chimera armored vehicle. They surrounded it like wild dogs, and used sharp horns to tear open the Chimera's coat bit by bit, exposing the driver inside the armor. Finally, the rough scimitar cut off the body in the crazy laughter of the orcs.

Like wings floating and flying underground, they are the most elite mobile strike force of the Space Marines. Each speeder is driven by two combat brothers, which means that this support requires almost half of the Space Marines to drive vehicles.

It's very simple. The action is to go to the battlefield at the fastest speed. 12, or 4 groups of airships form a scissors and insert into the chaotic battlefield. But the happiest person is not the Imperial Guard, but Wu Mu Rui, the war leader, the glutton of the evil moon, the violent army, the madman, the waaaaghboss.

He laughed at those extremely fast and elite airships and said. "Boy, look, that one, without wheels, moves very fast, like a bean sprout treasure, or a vehicle without a nose, is rare in this star zone, canned can, large shrimp, they are really good to their boss!" His words were three-quarters touching, four-quarters agreeing, and one-quarter ecstasy.

He loved those airships because he had a rival in racing, he loved those cans because their armor would become his decoration, he loved this war because his Ripper would be replaced with a tireless one!

Thus, this crazy day continued, continued, until no war engine could burn!