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

The roar of the orcs and the screams of the human army venting fear and anger mixed together, and stray bullets and lasers swept away the lives of those fools who couldn't find shelter.

Life does not allow weakness, and war does not allow stupidity.

"Waaagh! Pull up the big boom for me! That shrimp's stone nest is too annoying!"

Several farts and boys pushed a disassembled heavy artillery with four wheels to a rubble wall built by the ruins, and prepared to mount the cannon.

"Wait! You brainless people, if you put it up like this, the big boom will be blown to pieces by the shrimps before it can fire two shots."

"But, but you can't shoot if you don't mount it."

"You brainless people, you haven't learned anything from "Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten Ten I Think" written by the beast Kimed, right? Pick up a stone."

The orc boy leaned over and picked up a stone at random.

"Now throw it at your head, the harder the better."

After hearing this, the orc boy swung his arms vigorously, swung them several times in a row, and threw the stone out.

The orcs squinted their eyes and watched the stone flying up into the sky and getting smaller and smaller, and then watched it stop in mid-air and become bigger and bigger.

"How can it get bigger and bigger after being thrown up?"

Bang!

An orc who looked up to watch the excitement was hit on the head by the falling stone. Hearing the sound, his skull was probably broken, but seeing that he was still breathing, the leader of the team thought that he could get up after a while of sleep and then Waaagh!

"See, you brainless people, I just figured this out when I threw a blind kid into the sky. If the kid can fall down after flying out, then stones can also fall down. If stones can also fall down, then the explosive iron balls in this big bang bang can also fall down. We just stand this cannon up and shoot at that stone nest."

"Wow, smart! The boss is so smart!"

The orcs and farts were immediately impressed by the wisdom of the orc boss who led them. They placed the cannon against the rubble wall at an angle and loaded it with an explosive iron ball.

"I think this will work."

This cannon, which was supposed to be used for direct shooting, actually shot out a curved beam that only a mortar can have under the operation of the orcs, and it just fell into the street fortress of the imperial army that suppressed them.

A top-loading armor-piercing high-explosive shell hit the thick cement and armor composite layer on the top, leaving a scary deep pit.

"What's going on! Didn't the mortar group say that they had destroyed the orcs' mortars in the artillery counterattack? Where did this shell come from?"

The sergeant here was still angry and anxious, while the orcs over there saw the feasibility of this siege method. They accelerated the frequency of loading and shooting. Although the last few shells did not have the magical accuracy of the first one and exploded around the street fortress, it was still a great psychological pressure for the defending army.

After all, no one wanted to be inexplicably wiped out by a magical high-explosive shell that penetrated the top of the head.

"Contact those gang guys! Let them deal with those orc troops!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Quickly adjust the channel of the high-frequency communicator and contact all possible gang troops in the surrounding area.

"This is the port of Helsrich, Fort No. 31 on Street D outside the port of Andu. We need a quick strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery. We need a quick strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery."

"Ah, I know, I know. You don't have to repeat it twice, you stinky boy. You are really annoying, you know."

Ignoring how many military regulations and communication procedures the other side's communication violated, the signalman reported the situation to his superior: "A gang force is supporting us in our direction."

"That's good."

Virgil, who had just completed a small ambush, asked his scum who had plundered the dead to put down their work, "Hey you scum! We are going to help those styleless idiots blow up a few cannons."

"Hahaha! It's not going to blow up the cannons below them." A vulgar joke came, and the person who told the joke arched his waist in a very obscene way. The scum laughed, but did not just stay where they were. They quickly followed Virgil's actions and shuttled between the ruins and the tall buildings of the port.

These gang scums are all combat maniacs who have emerged from the brutal gang wars below, and are very good at finding ambush points and shortcuts in complex cities and building complexes. Even those residents who have lived in the local area for decades may not have a full understanding of their surroundings.

After all, all the residents have to do is to live a boring life of work, prayer, and going home, while the gang scums need to struggle to survive in this dangerous city that devours the living.

The law enforcers of the Ministry of Justice will come to hunt them, and the hunting lords from the high-level noble towers will also come to kill them for fun, just like the hunting grounds of the ancient feudal royal family. Any scum who lacks a retreat and a plan is just a short-lived poor rabbit, and his throat is easily cut and thrown into the corpse starch machine.

Soon they saw the four-wheeled artillery piece of the orcs leaning against the rubble wall in the shadow of the tall building. It really is quite the style of the Hive City gang to make the best use of everything. Those inferior weapons are basically not much different from those made by underground black factories, and those thick and somewhat blunt axes are quite easy to use. , can chop off a fool's head casually.

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"Okay, this is it. Take out our magical stuff."

These scum, fixed in the shadows by hooks and cables, took out a cylinder with only a firing barrel and an impactor from their backpacks. If the Mechanic-Priest were to see this kind of weapon, he would definitely not I think this thing has a soul. After all, its operation method and manufacturing structure are a bit too simple. To put it harshly, if you put your finger on the ammunition primer and load it, it will have the same effect as the "gun" they hold. almost.

He pulled the spring-like part behind the gun with his hand, and with a flick, the filling in the barrel was pushed out a very long distance by the pressure of the explosion, and fell next to the orcs who were manipulating the artillery.

Different from other explosions, these things that were regarded as secret weapons by gang scum exploded with green fire and emitted strange dark green smoke.

The orcs fell down in the green explosion and were suffocated and dissolved in the dark green smoke. These things extracted from the bottom of the Halesridge port and the venom glands of the Hylas snake monsters can be said to be used by the bottom gangs. The secret treasure that kills people and silences them.

It only takes one drop to kill everyone in a sealed, airless room. Although this effect will be weakened a lot in the open space, considering the fact that the port is about to fall, those snake monsters are almost extinct under the frenzied suppression, and those precious venom gland toxins have also been converted from the production of assassination needles and bullets to the production of These are powerful toxic bombs.

Industry is really beautiful. War is particularly intoxicating.

A super-large mechanical colossus equipped with Kreuz rockets