Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"What's going on!" Jazz's white horse was frightened by the air waves and loud noises of the explosion. He suddenly jumped up and raised his front hooves, almost throwing him off the horse.

"Sir, there was an explosion on a snow-covered slope ahead."

"Explosion?" Jazz's brows raised and lowered: "Is it rebel artillery fire? Or was it the unexploded bomb from before?"

Can the rebels still find the marching position of their brigade headquarters? What a huge departure!

"It doesn't seem to be the case."

"I want to see what's going on!" Sir calmed the white horse and controlled the pace of the horse's hooves.

He rushed forward angrily.

After arriving at the scene, everyone saw that an unknown explosion had overturned a troop transport truck full of line soldiers, injuring more than a dozen people.

Fortunately, the car body only rolled sideways and did not overturn. Otherwise, it would not have been an accident of the level of casualties.

A large, charred hole was blown up on the hillside of the mountain, and part of the snow covering it at the edge of the hole also collapsed.

"What is this thing that fell down?" Several line soldiers who were maintaining order on the road approached the gap curiously and looked inside.

"! It stinks. It's more disgusting than the water left over from the cooking team. Why is it so smelly in here?"

As they approached, they couldn't help but frown and pinch their noses.

This foul smell, along with the warm spring breeze on the earth, was blown to the surrounding area for several miles.

Everyone who came on horseback could smell it now, and they all hid their noses and looked embarrassed.

Just when a soldier pinched his nose and wanted to get closer to the hole to see what was inside, it was so smelly.

"Waaaaaaghh!"

Rude, fanatical, mixed with the unique smell of the metabolism of some kind of organic creature, a cry suddenly rang out and a twisted broad machete suddenly appeared from the darkness, slashing at the neck of the soldier who was caught off guard.

The skin and flesh cracked, and the throat and neck bones were torn apart instantly. The bloody head flew out in front of everyone with shocked expressions, eyes wide open in disbelief.

"It's an alien!!!"

'Waaaaaaghh!!!!!'

A large number of green-skinned orcs poured out from the gap like a tide, holding a variety of crude weapons in their hands.

"Hahahaha, red shrimp, taste my big click! Waaaaaaghh!!'

"Stinky shrimp, here I come!"

"Boss! Charge! Charge!"

The greenskins and the grunts who followed behind them attacked and chopped down everyone they saw.

The rattling sound of the crudely made large-caliber machine gun was like fried beans, instantly pulling the marching brigade headquarters into chaos.

The unexpected and violent sudden attack left the British soldiers in the non-frontline areas at a loss. Many people did not know what happened, and their bodies instinctively found bunkers on the spot and ran towards safety.

"Gather at my place! Stabilize the front! Stabilize the front! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Sir Wellesley shouted loudly.

Suddenly, a stray bullet shot from the green-skinned orc's big tut hit his white horse, bursting into a rich flower of blood. The horse neighed, raised its hooves, and lifted the high-end red velvet military uniform on its back. The uniformed officer was left in the mud of the road.

"The Brigadier is shot! Medic! Medic!"

"God Emperor, guards! Guards, come here quickly!"

"Louise, Farida, be careful of enemy attacks! Get behind me."

Horatio looked at the front that suddenly fell into chaos, and was startled. He ordered the two beauties around him, and then rode his horse to block the front.

Seeing that the unexpected attack made it difficult for the scattered security and patrol teams to form an effective resistance front, the wave of greenskins was approaching the brigade headquarters. Half a platoon of the escort team and three tanks separated by a long distance would definitely not be able to stop it. live.

Looking at the green-skinned orcs with ferocious expressions and red eyes, the ladies in high-end dresses began to scream in terror. The sharp screams were harsh, noisy, and disturbing.

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"Guards, let the ladies board the mobile combat command post and send them to a safe area in the rear!"

Sir Wellesley was injured and absent. In desperation, Horatio gave an urgent order to the guard beside him, and then raised his right hand high.

‘Activate: War Cry (Elementary)’

‘Automatic passive effect: All units in the command sequence within 88 meters of the prosthetic holder have +8 rusticity, +8 stamina, +8 melee attack’

‘Active activation effect: consumes 2 points of energy. Enemies within a range of 88 meters are more likely to engage in melee combat with you than to shoot: units in the command sequence will regain their morale within 30 minutes and temporarily remove negative psychological emotions. ’

"Huh? I'm thinking, I really want to————-I really want to Waaaaaaghh!!!! Big chop chop! I want to chop chop! No big tutu!"

The gun-wielding greenskins who rushed out of the cave suddenly felt that the tutu guns in their hands were no longer fragrant. Instead, they had the urge to use large iron pieces to cut people.

“That blue-skinned shrimp, I really want to pound that blue-skinned shrimp into puree!

Waaaaaaghh! ! ! ! "

Many greenskins and goblins in this group dropped their tug guns, picked up flaky machetes, and rushed towards Horatio waving their implanted claws and various cold weapons.

Seeing that like a beacon in the darkness, he became the focus of the greenskin attack.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down Horatio's temples. This skill was activated by Iron Hand after he defeated the Blood Army of Khorne in the counter-jump. This was also the first time he used the War Horn skill on the battlefield.

"Maintain the line! Maintain the line!" Horatio rode on the black horse and drew his sword.

Waving the sword shining in the sunlight, he shouted to the surrounding Astra Militarum soldiers.

The soldiers of the second-line reserve battalion, who had retreated in a panic due to the sudden attack, suddenly felt that the panic in their hearts had disappeared, and a surge of fighting spirit surged in their hearts, wishing to fight a bloody life-and-death battle with the attacking aliens.

The soldiers recovered and gradually restored their discipline. They stood at attention urgently, formed a formation, and gathered beside Horatio under his shouting.

According to the muscle memory of daily training, two rows of human walls were formed.

When there is no suitable cover around, and the enemy's shooting lacks accuracy, and they want to rush over for close combat.

The ancient and traditional line tactics have always been the best shot in the arm for these line soldiers to maintain discipline and courage.

The red-clad soldiers gathered in front of Horatio, with dense formations shoulder to shoulder, and everyone stared at the tall green-skinned orcs approaching in front of them.

"First row! Kneel down! Second row! Raise your guns!"

Under Horatio's command, the young soldiers subconsciously followed his orders and knelt down or raised their guns.

The brigade staff and consultants around Horatio also drew their weapons. In this dark and indifferent galaxy, a qualified senior imperial officer can be stupid and incompetent, but he must not lack the courage to fight the enemy head-on and good martial arts.

The psychic mentor holding the double-headed eagle force field staff led the group psychics and raised their hands far away from Farida, mobilizing the mysterious ether power behind the curtain, and preparing to cast psychic spells.

"Quick! Pull the knight back!"

Amid the shrill screams and anxious cries of the ladies, a team of guards rushed to the fallen knight.

The knight had sprained his arm when he fell off his horse before, and his guards wanted to drag the muddy and weak Astra Militarum Brigadier General back to the rear of the battle line before the orcs rushed over.

Horatio looked at the greenskins who suddenly rushed out, only 50 meters away from him.

[Hurry up! Hurry up!] He raised his saber and looked at the guards who were dragging Sir Wellesley back, and said to himself with a heavy heart.