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

"The orcs are coming." All the soldiers said so. They were used to resisting the orcs' scattered and unplanned attacks every day, which made them familiar with the orcs. However, now that the truce has lasted for five days, they are worried. Although the legendary political commissar Yarrick has never said anything and has not shown any intention of retreating, the soldiers still feel that the next battle is unusual from the increasingly ugly poker face of the political commissar. We may all die on the battlefield. The orc army, which has accumulated the desire and equipment for five days, has crossed the first detection line, where there are many hidden detection skulls for reconnaissance. A large number of broken tanks and trucks surprisingly maintained a similar speed, and behind them were the orc troops. It is not known whether the orc troops intentionally or unintentionally lined up in an extremely loose and free manner, making it a luxury for any shell to eliminate a whole team of orcs. The armored vehicle flow slowly approached like a moving wall, blocking the rain of bullets cast by the imperial position. "Green bombers are coming! Get ready to hide!"

The unique roar of the orcs' creations, anyone can hear the bombers with black smoke trembling in flight from afar.

The Hydra anti-aircraft guns and various fixed turrets on the ground are ready to shoot at the orc planes, shooting down one plane after another.

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

Unlike before, these planes did not rush over to bomb the anti-aircraft gun positions because of the provocation of the anti-aircraft guns on the ground, but continued to fly towards the depths of the nest regardless of anything.

All the imperial officers felt deeply bad. Today's orc attack was too disciplined. It was completely a different person in command.

The infantry and armor carried out basic coordination, relying on vehicles as cover to counterattack the imperial army, and the artillery of those tanks did not fire randomly, but suppressed the heavy firepower points of each position. The orc boys following the vehicles also did not huddle together randomly, nor did they launch a reckless charge against the firepower of the Imperial Army. Instead, they moved around in the craters created by the artillery. They seemed to be waiting for something, waiting for an opportunity, a signal, to launch the final fierce attack.

"Those planes... seem to have dropped something?" 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. First, they dropped a series of bombs accelerated by rocket engines and fell rapidly on the ground, and then the orc boys carrying rocket engines jumped down to the bombed area one by one.

"Where is the artillery position on Vinceloran Street?" The sergeant silently put down the telescope. He couldn't believe what he saw. The orcs actually knew airborne tactics and used them successfully.

Quickly adjusting the frequency of the communicator, the sergeant hurried to pass this important message to the front-line positions. Basically, every non-commissioned officer has a channel code that can directly transmit information to Yarrick himself, but it has not been used many times. After all, the orcs have been beaten to a pulp in the city before, and there has been no decent attack. But now the situation has suddenly taken a sharp turn for the worse, which is the best time to use this secret.

"This is Commissar Yarrick."

"Commissar! The bombers of the orcs have dropped a large number of airborne troops in the direction of Wenslolan Street! The front line is likely to lose artillery support!"

Boom!

The explosion sounded, and the sky was full of flames and mushroom clouds rushed to the top of the hive spire. It looked like the ammunition depot storing ammunition exploded.

Those artillery positions that continuously corrected the artillery firing parameters according to the information from the front line also silenced the fire, and no one knew what was going on there.

"I understand. For the emperor, hold the post. I will lead the front-line troops to evacuate tactically."

"Yes! Commissar! For the emperor!"

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

The orcs shouted Waaagh! and rushed out from behind the iron wall of armored vehicles, regaining their violent and unorganized nature, and rushed to the Imperial positions one after another.

The tanks and other trucks could not stand such slow driving, and stepped on the accelerator to death, rampaging across the battlefield.

If we only talk about the front battlefield, the threat level of the unorganized orcs is far less than that of the previous coordination.

The tanks are no longer thinking about clearing the fire points, and the infantry are no longer thinking about covering the tanks. They are basically fighting each other. But the loss of the rear did make 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 focus now is not to complain, let alone guilt, but to defend the city for the Emperor and make the sacrifice of these soldiers worthwhile.

"Notify all positions that can be contacted immediately and ask them to retreat as far as possible into the Hive City's defense line. Also, call Reid and his Iron Fist Squad over here."

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 definitely 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.

After 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 he 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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