Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"Fill the lines!"

"The depot company reinforces the front line!"

"The heavy tank unit of the 1st Royal Armored Regiment is turning around! Hold on, the Macharius tanks are coming!"

The chaotic situation was relieved after Horatio stabilized the position with a wave of war horns and opened the war sandbox. The entire brigade staff headquarters was in the middle of the square formation formed by soldiers guarding it with a human wall. Against the bullets flying all around, they began to make emergency combat deployments for various departments.

The three tanks of the British 79th Armored Reconnaissance Company Battalion Headquarters escort group dragged their heavy steel bodies and unleashed ferocious firepower on the surrounding greenskins.

However, their position was not good. Due to the sudden attack, two Bearhound heavy tanks and an Arion tank in a triangular formation were originally responsible for opening the road ahead.

In this case, the sudden rushing green ocean directly separated the three tanks from the brigade headquarters.

All the weapons on the tank were firing non-stop. They were like three fire-power hedgehogs. Even the tank commander opened the hatch, directly exposing his upper body, and used the heavy explosive bombs on the roof to shoot around.

There are hundreds of greenskins in front of us, and they are shouting an alien language that no one understands or wants to understand.

He rushed towards the chariot with his big bare feet.

The commander of a Bear Hound had just replaced the third set of ammunition chains for the heavy explosive bombs. He squeezed the trigger tightly and fired continuously. However, this time, before he could fire a few rounds, the ammunition chain jammed due to overheating of the ammunition supply device. .

Before the commander could pull the bolt handle to pull out the jammed bullet casing, a green-skinned orc jumped onto the chariot with agility that didn't match his bulky figure. He used a force to support him and suddenly jumped onto the chariot. His arms as thick as thighs waved the big iron piece. , and cut off the commander's head with a knife.

"Hey hey hey! The big car is mine! Waaaaaagh!"

Poof!

The next second, the first green-skinned one was cut off from the head and shoulders by the flying bombs. Several heavy bombs directly blew its upper body into a puddle of minced meat, leaving only a broken body. Go down.

It was the Arion chariot next to it. Under the command of Horatio's commanding hand, it aimed its fire at the greenskin who jumped on the vehicle and opened fire, killing a certain bad development trend in time.

At the same time, Commander Arion changed gears and reversed the armored vehicle, which was in danger of being surrounded.

The heavy bolt hit the friendly armored vehicle on the side, making a loud bang, sweeping away any greenskins that were lucky enough to climb up.

The Bear Hound gunner pushed out the bloody, headless body of the commander and refastened the roof hatch and locked it.

The three vehicles started moving at the same time, following the route planned by Horatio for the crew.

"Hurry and stop them! Stabilize the front! Stabilize the front!!"

"First row! Release! Second row, release! First row, bayonets flat, ready to withstand the impact!"

The fighting was still fierce around the hollow square formation, with the shouts of the soldiers and the orders of the officers intertwined.

The soldiers in the front row picked up laser guns equipped with sharp monomolecular bayonets, stepped back to stabilize their bodies, estimated the distance, and pierced the chest of the tall orc who was rushing towards them.

In such a chaotic scene, the privates in the rear line still stood up to the dying screams of their comrades and the ferocious roars of the greenskins, and stood up their chests resolutely, firing at the invading enemy without stopping.

For a moment, Horatio felt that these soldiers were like flesh-and-blood robots without minds of their own.

He only mechanically executes the officer's orders, numbly transforming into human flesh and resisting horses in the rhythmic military music.

Crash his own flesh and blood against the green-skinned charging frenzy,

This is the benefit of the linear doctrine. The soldiers stand shoulder to shoulder. As long as no one flees, the confidence in daily training and the courage brought by numbers will continue to support them. Fight with enemies.

Even with their firm courage, the big green-skinned men still tore through the red line arbitrarily.

"Xiao Xiami, I don't know why, but I just want to peel you! Waaaaaagh!!"

A greenskin wielded a broad melee weapon that was more like a piece of iron than a machete. He smashed a line soldier and the Brown Bess laser gun he had set up in the middle, howling at the rider. Horatio, commanded by the black horse with a telescope in hand, rushed forward.

Bang!

A dull bolter sounded, and the roar stopped abruptly.

Farida's face was stern and her eyes were coldly looking at the half green head that flew into the air. In one hand she held a bolt pistol with smoke from the muzzle. The power saber of the family crest.

"Stinky shrimp! Don't block the way!" The other green-skinned man with dreadlocks on his head came through the gap.

The healer's teeth were turned outwards, spittle flew everywhere as he roared, and he rushed towards Farida with a thick pipe-wrench-like stick.

The blond girl wearing the uniform of a fleet military supervisor was not afraid, and she nimbly dodged the pipe wrench that Po Feng was trying to grab at her head.

Egg!

The next second, the faint blue light that decomposed the force field flashed past at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch. The arm of the green-skinned man with dreadlocks holding the pipe wrench was cut off amidst the hum of the power sword.

The thick severed arm fell to the ground with a clatter, and it twitched instinctively once or twice. Blood gushed out from the broken part, and the greenskin screamed in pain, but the pain only made it stare at Farley more violently. Da, then there was the sound of explosive bombs.

The dreadlocked scooter on its head, together with the green-skinned Tianling Cap, were shot into countless pieces by Farida and flew out.

Farida's expression did not change, and she wiped the blood on her face with her thumb wearing a snow-white glove. After experiencing so many things in Abyss Port, she was immersed in the day-to-day experience of execution and counterinsurgency.

This blond girl seems to have lost her initial weakness and cowardice and has become an outstanding military supervisor.

Horatio looked at her, and their eyes touched. No words were exchanged, but they nodded at the same time in tacit understanding.

"Fill the battle line!" With a loud voice, she grabbed the soldiers who came to fill their positions, pushed them to the front, and blocked the gap with her body.

At this time, Horatio must cover the commander-in-chief of the 1st Brigade, the injured Lord Wellesley, and the non-combatants on the scene to retreat to a safe area, and command the troops to deal with the enemies approaching the brigade command vehicle, while also using darkness Sight mobilizes nearby troops to come for reinforcements.

Although other commanders of the Astra Militarum are also working hard to save the situation, no one's command efficiency is more efficient and faster than him using the war sandbox.

As a military supervisor, Farida will be responsible for maintaining the stability of the front line. Once the phalanx is broken, the battle situation will be dangerous.

She would protect him no matter what, just as he had protected her before. The blonde girl swore silently in her heart.

"These stinky shrimps! That big guy over there is doing it. He's just waiting for you. Follow me!"

"Waaaaagh!"

The deafening roars and shouts approached again, and Farida immediately turned her head, only to see the group of green-skinned guys covered with heavy junk ship debris, more than three meters tall, and with backs as wide as a wall.

He was rushing over with a bloody slash longer than a man.

"First row! Second row! Enemy heavily armored units, focus your fire and aim!"

Click, click, click!

After receiving the order to fire, the line soldiers standing in one row and two rows on the side quickly raised their guns.

"Ready, fire!"

Brilliant!

Dozens of laser beams instantly passed through the battlefield, hitting the charging green guy like a rain of fire.

Those rusty iron pieces pulled from nowhere did block part of the firepower, but as the number of hits increased, the stacked iron armor could not withstand the high temperature brought by the beam. After melting, the bright molten iron gradually flowed down from their bodies. Melting their wonderful bodies that are neither fungi nor pure animals.

"Oh!!"

Finally, the continuous laser shots penetrated the armor, and some beams were able to hit the bodies of the big green guys directly.

Under the focused fire of the laser guns, these three-meter-tall leaders who were more powerful than the Astartes in terms of sheer force were covered in wounds and fell to the ground one after another on the way to the charge.

But the lives of these ferocious beasts are surprisingly tenacious. As long as they are not completely dead, they can continue to stand up and shout 'Waaaaaagh! ’ Rush to the battle line.

"Go to hell, Lobster Rice!" The bigger one who called on the other big guys to follow the charge picked up a big chopper stuck on the ground, rounded his arms, and threw it hard towards the line. passed.

Hoo ho ho! puff!

"ah!!!"

Six soldiers were instantly knocked down by the spinning machete, their bones and flesh turned into mud, and they became silent on the spot. Several people nearby were injured by the splattered metal debris, and they fell to the ground in an instant, screaming in agony.

The big slash swept past the corpse with flying flesh and blood tissue, heading straight for Farida.

The green eyes of the blond female military supervisor reflected the flying giant machete and the green-skinned man's violent laughter.

call!

Relying on her superb swordsmanship and astonishing reaction speed, Farida tried her best to swing her sword before she was also smashed into mud. She hit the big chop that rushed towards her. There was a crisp metal collision and the power source. Amidst the overloaded scream, the bayonet handle of the machete grazed her face diagonally, leaving a few shallow traces of blood, and she was thrown away.

Although she successfully missed the one-meter-long machete, Farida was not unharmed.

She only felt as if her hands holding the sword had been whipped hard by a cane. The palms and wrists of her palms were burning with pain, and the whole arm was numb and trembling. She could still hold the power sword at this time. Tried my best.

The big guys also successfully rushed into the line at this time, happily hacking, hammering, clawing and killing among the line soldiers. The red soldiers shouted and fought with swords, bravely facing these green soldiers who were far taller and stronger than themselves. Big skinny guy.