Chapter 52 Failure? Big Victory!

Explosive bombs, blades, chainsaw swords, beams, heat, roars.

Black smoke surrounded the space of the hive city, blocked by the high "sky", accumulated together, and turned into a "dark cloud" that made people feel bad. The future of Kalu City was very special, so special that no resident there would miss the idea of ​​forgetting it, just ask him to experience it.

The square that was once used to worship the emperor was in a mess, with pits, melted metal, crystallized stone, dead bodies, and many greenskins.

Countless greenskins rolled madly towards the square like water squeezed in a pipe, and then were killed by explosive bombs, forming batches of hills.

Civilians continued to squeeze into the upper floors of the hive city. The huge elevators were unable to transport the most useful people. The elderly, children, not young people, and even middle-aged people who did not have any skills were thrown in, and then what they were waiting for was a bayonet and an order for them to fight the greenskins to death.

Whether that thing is appropriate or not, what are they doing? In the face of the disaster, no one can stay out of it, and the people in the elevator are not in paradise. They need to face a reality, that is, the floor cannot accommodate so many people.

Even if the greenskins have solved one-third of the population of the hive city, there is no place for tens of thousands of ordinary people on the floor, not to mention that they have to make way for the Star Army.

Trampling, crowding, if you are shorter and move slower, you will be trampled by the crowd and die in an ugly way.

The people in the hive city can't enjoy fresh air. Just breathing, you can feel the fear, body odor, excrement and so on of the people around you.

The sunlight makes them feel dazzling and hot, and the PDFs take out weapons from the armory and keep giving them to those who are fleeing, and then ask them to defend against the enemy.

But there are not many weapons, and the young people there are selected to use honor beam guns. After all, the hive city like Ming is not short of people.

Death and fear resisted the advance of the greenskin troops. Although numbers are useless in war, meat shields are very useful for the Astra Militarum.

Three civilians can exchange for the safety of a warrior, then it is worth it and profitable.

Just like the joke, my orcs will eventually be exhausted, but his people are endless.

Whether to die by the bolter or the greenskin's knife, most civilians will choose the latter, because they can return to the Emperor if they die in battle, and they will be lost in hell if they are executed.

Such ridiculous and terrible battles spread like flames throughout the hive, but they are not decisive. The decisive thing is the duel between three officers and the greenskin one-eyed man in the center of the square.

Ailanbaier, Avada, and the staff formed a triangle. When someone is in the blind spot behind the one-eyed man, they will attack. If the one-eyed man attacks sideways, the other person will attack sideways. The mortals can rely on this method to consume the one-eyed man's physical strength bit by bit.

The powerful orc leader's body was covered in blood and no good meat. Some places were caused by the destructive force of the power fist, some were caused by the beam of the hell gun, and some were traces of the chain sword.

But their weapons could not kill the one-eyed man. If the power fist and the chain sword could cut his aorta or neck, it would be barely possible, but it was too dangerous. If it was touched by the war leader's weapon, the void shield would be instantly overloaded.

If one of the three lost combat effectiveness, the delay like Ming could not last too long. The one-eyed man looked at the three officers breathlessly.

"You shrimps, you really have no strength, dodging and fighting with me?"

Provocation, low-level, useless, the three of them did not have much honor, especially against the aliens, and the one-eyed man was asked to feel another stabbing pain in his back, sizzling and smoking, and the hell gun welded an amazing hole in his back.

"Shut up, alien!"

Alanbair cursed, and the one-eyed man endured the attack from behind, because if he turned around, he would face the attack of the power fist and the chainsaw sword.

Although his head, heart, spine, and every imaginable place were protected by the ceramic armor inlaid with the flesh and blood, the continuous attacks made his exposed parts full of holes.

The destructive force of the power fist can also break the armor of the greenskins.

The one-eyed man was dissatisfied and unhappy. Not only did he step into the trap, but he was also besieged by those three bastards. He could feel his physical strength dissipating, and he felt that the three shrimp officers were eyeing him covetously.

But he did not regret giving up the previous tactics. Using long-range weapons to consume them would allow the bunkers there to be cleared by bombs, and then he would face the total shooting of the Astra Militarum.

He knew very well that if the Astra Militarum made a choice between killing him and being killed by the greenskins, all the human soldiers there would attack him without hesitation to make the greenskin army out of control.

In fact, the one-eyed man was not rational, even if he followed his own desires and did WAAAGH, it was definitely not rational.

Whether it was close combat, he did not need to bear the shooting of a company of Astra Militarum, but the joint harassment of three officers.

Whether it was blood that kept dripping out, he was suffering from the lack of body fluids to a terrible extent, and the one-eyed man could feel that death was getting closer and closer.

But it didn't matter, he was waiting, he was waiting, waiting for a sound that he was familiar with, liked...

The staff officer was a little distracted when he saw the greenskin at this moment, and he chopped and killed with clever swordsmanship, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he almost sawed off the one-eyed man's legs and arms, but the boss was unmoved.

The three felt extremely strange, even a little scary, until they heard the buzzing sound of the engine.

"Oops, it's been too long!" Ailanbaier was the first to realize that something was wrong, but it was too late. The huge orc mecha broke through the houses that blocked the orcs' advance, and countless orcs rolled into the square like seawater.

It turned out that the devil favored the one-eyed man again. He managed to hold on. Ailanbaier cursed and shot the one-eyed man's head until it was burnt brown and almost cooked. The one-eyed man couldn't stand the attack and lay on the ground.

But no matter what, the three of them couldn't kill a strong enough orc boss within the tens of seconds when the orcs rushed there...

The staff looked at the orcs who broke through the bomb suppression in the distance with dissatisfaction. "Retreat!"

Lieutenant Colonel Catachan and Ailanbaier both showed expressions of reluctance until the orcs' weapons hit the void shield and the bubbles emitted a bright red warning color.

"Retreat!"

"Everyone retreat!"

The big man of the Star Army, Xuan, lifted the heavy weapon, put it in the Chimera, and left as fast as he could while shooting the orcs. They wanted to camp next to the elevator...

Very good, the orcs did not chase them because they saw the dying One-Eye.

The leaders of the major tribes were ready to fight. They raised their weapons. There was no doubt that the orcs did not like someone to bully them. In fact, the effect of Ailanbaier's plan was achieved.

The leaders thought about whether to take the One-Eye's legs, thighs, or head as their trophies and take them back, and then continue the long-lasting external fighting.

Until a rough shout appeared.

"Don't move! Boss, spare me once, and I will save him once!" Tiechi came to the square at this moment, surrounded by the special warfare boys. Half of his body was filled with the flesh and blood of many ordinary orcs, but he also recovered a lot of combat power.

Everyone has to admire the vitality of the orcs. Even if they are almost dead, they can continue to fight as long as their heads are intact, even if they are already dead physically.

Especially the rough flesh and bones of the war bosses, which are as terrible as tanks. It can be said that the firepower of Catachan Lieutenant Colonel, Staff Officer, and Alan Bair in the 4K era can completely break the armor and dismember a Tiger tank, but it cannot destroy an orc boss in the fastest time.

Plasma overload is enough to seriously injure an Astartes monk, but it can make Iron Tooth lose his legs and arms.

That is the most terrifying thing about the orcs. They exist for war, die for war, and fight for war.

Even if their wounds are serious enough to be judged as death by biology, they need rough and ridiculous treatment to maintain vitality and come back to life.

Iron Teeth suppressed those bosses who wanted to continue the war. His actions were completely against the orcs. He could have become a war leader himself, but he insisted on helping the dying One-Eye to be treated by the Mad Doctor.

Iron Teeth didn't know how to describe his current feelings, but he knew very well that by working with that guy, he could see the greenskins' flames burning the entire galaxy...

He believed so firmly and did so. He stayed by the unconscious One-Eye, watching the Mad Doctor sew up his severed body and inject various liquids into his body that had lost too much blood. Iron Teeth lay in the square and watched the boys build their own camp.

Then he laughed, yes, he laughed, this is the nature of the orcs. There were too many obstacles and difficulties tomorrow, but he was so happy to fight!

"Aaaaa, hahahaha! Waaaaagh! Waaaaagh!"

His crazy voice inspired the joy of other orcs. The boys demolished the houses, picked up the wreckage of weapons left by the Astra Militarum, and shouted with their boss. The earth-shaking waaaaagh echoed in the hive of the human empire, constantly reminding the Astra Militarum in the distance that we have lost half of the city and the whole world.

The terrible sound spread far away. The Astra Militarum had retreated to the elevator connected to the east floor. The translucent dark age relic was as old as the city, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people for transportation. There were countless fortresses and watchtowers designed to prevent the hive from rioting.

But even if it was impregnable, it could not stop the terrible voice of the orcs. They were stationed there, and their hearts were full of darkness and despair. That attack took away too many comrades, and even the fourth row lost four or five people.

Although Alanbair was one of the weakest and most tired of the three, he walked to the front of the stage, picked up the staff's trumpet, and spoke in the eyes of all the soldiers, in the echoing waaaagh.

"Brothers, do we think those green things won? If it weren't for luck, the damn war leader should have been killed by them. His disgusting heretic god saved his life."

"But so what? They obviously own half of Karu City, and they are not the richest place with the most things!"

"Those fat nobles down there have a lot of good things!"

"Now, before the orcs come, don't ruin the food and wine, and move those things over!"

'Victory! "

These words quickly convinced the Star Army that the orcs did not win, but failed, because they did not attack the city of East Karu, they had the entire layer area and almost half of the nest city!

The Star Army officers also came to their senses, and there were a lot of good things from the layer nobles!

They immediately organized people to walk in the elevator and ask to recycle things.

Alan Baier put on the East speaker and walked tiredly on the edge of the watchtower, looking at the devastated human city and the green mechas demolishing houses in the distance.

Those disgusting orcs were trampling on what he once regarded as peace. He thought he had found his home, but now he could do nothing.

He lay on the top of the sentry tower. The soldiers were resting, but the faint smell of spices attracted his attention...

"Who is so kind?" He smelled it. The smell was a bit like nutmeg, but the most striking thing was the aroma of steak. He followed the smell to the east, but found a vent. Did someone cook in the sentry tower?

Ailanbaier walked in curiously and saw the strange environment there. The communicators and weapons were everywhere, but they were carefully taken care of. Prayers and strange symbols were posted on the walls.

The sizzling sound and aroma revealed that the owner of the place was very busy. Ailanbaier boldly opened the door of the sentry tower's warning room. A blonde and blue-eyed Mechanicus girl walked on her "small stool" and roasted the brown steak with a "frying pan" stretched out of her arms.

The gravy overflowed the pot, full of fragrance. She was looking at a piece of ancient kraft paper while frying the meat. There were two potato-like starch plants attached to the steak to absorb the rich juice on it.

Seasonings were sprinkled from time to time, even high-grade black pepper...

Alan Baier rubbed his nose. "You didn't leave?"

The Mechanicus girl turned her head and answered. "No, he found something interesting. In fact, he was studying that during that time."

"He found a page with records left over from the Dark Ages of that city. It seems to be the STC at the end of the Dark Ages."

"He has been translating the ancient page, but he can't find a sufficiently accurate translation. Now we know that something is buried somewhere in that city..."

Alan Baier listened carefully, and then noticed an information point, a storage point for residual technology from the Dark Ages?

He instantly felt excited, because the weapons in it were definitely enough for him to kill the one-eyed man...

"Let him see..."

When he said that, the Mechanicus girl tilted her head. She didn't understand, because her memory (head) recorded the wrong soldier.

Until Alanbair said. "He has ordered me as a lieutenant platoon leader of the Astra Militarum, let him see!"

Although the Mechanicus girl was not a master, but since she stayed in the Astra Militarum to study STC, she gave him the page of kraft paper.

Roel took it and touched it. It felt like the fragile kraft paper would disintegrate at any time. It was an antique that had been there for centuries. He even touched it too hard and accidentally tore a piece of it...

His heart stopped for a beat. Fortunately, there was no text on that place.

Looking at the blurry writing on it, he wondered if it was a variant of English. He could not distinguish much. As an "ancient" person, he could understand the bytes on it, but not the real meaning...

Until his silent "system" suddenly woke up, and a light blue subtitle appeared in front of him.

[Found text, started the translation system. ]

Alan Baier suddenly noticed that he could understand the text on it... Is that... a purchase order for civilian goods? !