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

In the background setting, the human empire has always been written as a half-dead behemoth. Although he cannot win against the threats of aliens and chaos, if he fights to the death, this civilization has the ability to drag its opponents into hell to die together.

If they were really hostile, the Necrontyr would have to worry most about the God-Emperor, while the weaker Eldar would be burned to ashes by the wrath of the Human Empire's armies. As for the Tau Empire, it would be good if it could not be shattered by the aftermath of the war.

The gathered Space Marines are a force that cannot be underestimated. Now that they have the leadership of the Primarch, their strength and morale have soared.

This broad front is also very conducive to the performance of the Astra Militarum. Combat groups composed of tanks and infantry are already ready.

Under the all-round bombardment of artillery fire, Jaghatai launched a surprise attack with the White Scars. The entire army was divided into hundreds of flexible forces and moved forward, using explosions to hide their traces.

The iron cavalry under their crotches has been replaced by suspended combat motorcycles equipped with anti-gravity generators. Although the old-fashioned wheeled combat motorcycles are durable and durable, their adaptability to the terrain is still slightly insufficient.

There was the whistling sound of wind in his ears, and in front of him was the explosion point that Perturabo had calculated clearly. White Scar didn't want to blink for fear of missing the constant influx of updates.

"We are almost there." Jaghatai's voice rang in White Scar's ears, and they all activated the weapons on the suspended combat motorcycles, preparing to jump into the orcs' lines and start killing.

In the thick smoke and fire, they saw the orc-style creations. Huge and towering walls and deep and wide trenches cooperated with each other to create trouble for the attacking enemies in the simplest way.

The White Scars held onto the handlebars and pulled up, and the motorcycle easily flew over the ditch and flew straight up against the wall.

There were some orcs on the high wall who had survived the bombardment. Their bodies had been mechanically modified. One of the orcs reacted quickly and directly raised his arm that had been converted into a revolving cannon and shot at the white scar.

But the White Scars were faster. The White Scar brothers in the passenger seat had long been resentful because they could not ride their motorcycles freely. This emotion was conveyed to the twin deflagration cannons, and a single burst of fire burned the orc and everything around him.

The white scars were like arrows thrown by a giant crossbow, severely penetrating the orcs' defense line. They did not stop for a moment and followed Chagatai Khan deeper into the area without hesitation.

"What should we do?" The orc boys looked at the back of the motorcycle and cursed one by one. In the end, their boss showed them the direction.

"Don't worry about those cowards! More shrimps are coming!"

The orcs looked outside the wall and saw hundreds of thousands of tanks and tens of millions of Astra Militarum advancing on the defense line they were responsible for. Thinking about the past, such a desperate numerical comparison was something that human defenders often felt.

The orcs gritted their teeth tightly, a little frightened by the crowd, and overwhelmed with excitement because the battle scene was too big.

But they had no time to think about the next step. The Space Marines carrying assault backpacks fell from the sky and crushed their bodies when they landed. Then they took off their backpacks and used a small team to clear the orcs on the city wall to prevent them from controlling heavy heavy vehicles. Weapons pose a threat to other troops.

The first line of defense was easily broken through. Even if the orcs did not fight among themselves, they would not be able to evolve too smart in a short period of 50 years. The design of that position was still full of many vulnerabilities. If a melt grenade were placed on it and detonated, the chain reaction would cause hundreds of orcs to die.

But fortunately, the orcs have never been short of people, not to mention that some of the defense lines are filled with degraded bodies. After the orcs reacted to the surprise of the surprise attack, they launched a counterattack. Tanks and murder cans with strong personal style came from all directions. This time, the orcs remembered to fully repair the tank armor without exposing any obvious gaps.

Not only that, the Orc armor also spits out a lot less black smoke when it is activated, which prevents the Imperial troops from observing the black clouds to provide shooting parameters for the artillery.

Lin Fan was staring closely at Chagatai, watching them rush deeper and deeper into the orcs' defense line. Along the way, they destroyed many factories and arsenals, and the battle was cool and joyful.

Jaghatai is not riding a motorcycle now, but the steel horse given to him by Perturabo. The speed of this horse is not inferior to that of a hoverbike, and its mechanical legs are so fast that from Lin Fan's perspective, it looks like a circular vortex drawn by an artist to describe the fast movements of an animated character.

Lin Fan found it strange and funny. Jaghatai himself had no objection. It was so difficult to ride a war horse that could hold up the original body and maintain efficient combat capabilities.

In the current White Scars, the highest reward a warrior can receive is to try to ride this iron horse under the guidance of Jaghatai.

Jaghatai held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, his eyes quickly passing through the crowd of orcs in the distance. This distance could be covered in only 5 seconds for the iron horse and the warriors behind him.

He locked onto a well-equipped and huge orc. The pistol fired first, and the scorching ray was blocked by the orc's shield. Before the shield's flickering light faded away, Jaghatai's iron horse trampled the corpses of hundreds of orcs all the way to him.

The long sword came down from the sky like thunder, too fast to dodge. The shield was easily pierced, and the huge impact force condensed on the tip of the knife and slashed open the orc's armor. When Chagatai completely passed by his side, the orc was cut into two pieces diagonally, and the fungus soup and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

The orcs were stunned by the rapid attack. As soon as they raised their weapons and tried to fight back, they found that the white scar had run far away, leaving only a white line in sight.

The orcs looked to the side. Just now they were clamoring to smash the skulls of the shrimps, and almost all the orcs who drank with their brains were killed. The big pickup truck that contained many boys also left many craters and knife marks. The explosion of the grenade turned the boys inside into a miserable state like a brat making soup.

The orcs were so angry that they raised their guns and fired into the air. They also heard a rumbling sound from the gunshots.

Those bastards are back again?

Looking closely, I found that the crimson wave was rapidly enlarging, and it turned out to be the orc's racing boy.

These orcs who had just been attacked waved to him and asked them to give him a ride to seek revenge on Jaghatai. But the racing boys wouldn't step on the non-existent brakes just because of these strangers. They would pass by them and head towards Chagatai and the others. What's more, they would even run over the orcs due to the strength of the car body. , treating their blood as brand new car paint.