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

"The attack has begun." The political commissar of the Last Bastion was nervously waiting for news from the scouts. They were waiting for the army of political commissar Yarick to come out from the nest under the surface.

They had made careful calculations to place bombs in the ruins, and were able to create an opening for them to quickly release troops without affecting the collapse of the building.

The tasks have been clearly divided. All the troops are waiting for Commissar Yarrick to attack the surface, and then move towards the Emperor's Word Square, destroy the orcs and super-range anti-aircraft guns there, and clear a landing point for the empire's troops.

There are only combat objectives, and each unit plans to end it on its own, at all costs.

The political commissar knew that he shouldn't be nervous. After all, these thousands of them were just remnant soldiers in this area. No one could guarantee whether there would be more soldiers hiding in the ruins in other hive areas.

Likewise, he could not guarantee how many orcs would block and interfere with this area.

There are too many and dense buildings on the surface of the hive city. This complexity is enough to make it difficult for a mortal to visit every area in a lifetime.

He could only hope that with the sacrifice of thousands of people, he could successfully break through to the Emperor's Word Square and hold on to that place.

The communicator, which had been silent for a long time, flashed, and then was immediately picked up by the political commissar, "The orcs have exchanged fire with Commissar Yarick's troops! We can move forward!"

"Very well, detonate immediately! For the Emperor! For Armageddon! We must take the Square of the Word!"

This ruins that had been silent for a long time once again sounded the sound of war. All the soldiers of the last fortress carried all the weapons and ammunition they could take, walked out of this safe ruins shelter, and headed towards the Square of the Holy Word.

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The crotchless girl humming a little tune was contentedly in the Emperor's Holy Word Square, which was now transformed by the orcs into the happy music area of ​​the crotchless family.

The crotch-cutting boss and his big tech masters play Orc metal rock music in the happy music area every night. It's so unhappy.

Until those annoying flying boys always use their ability to fly the Frisbee in mid-air to get music for nothing, and even use their broken engines to interfere with Xiongjia's appreciation.

After giving the death order, the big tech masters quickly integrated a complete set of air defense facilities in the Happy Music Zone, which perfectly integrated with the metal rock music.

As long as those anti-aircraft guns fire at the sky, those connected musical instruments will play a very exciting tune. When combined with the sound of the guns and explosions, it is simply the sound of nature.

Ji Kejia also recorded these songs by the way. One record was supplied to Big Boss, and the rest was sold. A record cost 150 dollars, but even then the supply exceeded the demand.

"Thieves and Greenskins" is now on sale with great reviews.

Of course, these anti-aircraft guns are not used to add to the music, but are more used for anti-aircraft. As for the soundtrack, I can only say that the budget for cutting the crotch and adding enough is enough. Those big teeth that are full of a basket are obvious. It inspired the creative enthusiasm and inspiration of the big tech masters.

Ever since these cannons were set up, Qie Kuangjia no longer saw those annoying flies emitting black smoke, which made him feel a lot better, and he spent more money on the music area.

Numerous high-quality orc tunes emerged.

"Would you like to listen to that band's music today?"

"Boss! Boss!"

"You'd better be fine! Otherwise I'll blow the trumpet out of you!"

He cut his crotch and stared at the punk fart in front of him with a nose stud and earrings. This was a unique fashion in their music area.

Ordinary little orcs can't learn it even if they want to.

"Those shrimps popped out of the rocks!"

"What? What did you say?"

"Really boss! Do you remember that big stone garbage dump next to the music area?"

"Remember, there isn't anything there? Even the scavengers are too lazy to go there."

"Yes, a lot of shrimps suddenly popped out of those piles of rocks. They are making trouble at the entrance of the music area now!"

"Is there such a thing? Let's blow their heads off right now! Throw them all to the whip boy! Pay me compensation for working hard!"

When I heard about such bad things, how could I bear it? Those flying weirdos are just evading fares and disturbing the people. These shrimps actually want to tear down my facade.

No simple orc could bear it.

"Bring all the rock boys! We're going to blow their heads off!"

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To be honest, the attack went so smoothly that all the preliminary plans turned into a piece of waste paper.

Along the way, they encountered nothing except the orcs who were smashing cement blocks in the ruins in twos and threes.

With the blessing of the Emperor, we arrived at the Square of the Emperor's Holy Word so smoothly....

What a blasphemy. The political commissar looked at everything in front of him angrily. The emperor's sacred elephant was smashed, and a big orc Waaagh was erected somewhere! The flag tower and the satin of the Emperor's Holy Word with red background and gold letters on the surrounding buildings also disappeared, replaced by the crude trumpets of the orcs and smiling faces made of various metals.

There is no trace of the once sacred and glorious scene here, only the rough industrial atmosphere of the orcs and the stench of the orcs in the air.

"Political Commissar, what should we do now?" The soldier looked at the gate in front of him and asked the political commissar for his advice.

The political commissar suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth: "Blow open this gate, we will rush in and kill all the orcs! Stay here! Let the Emperor be proud of us..."

"Understood! The anti-tank team is ready and aims at the gate node!"

Several anti-tank squads set up ammunition on their shoulders and aimed at the vulnerable nodes of the gate.

These scary-looking gates are actually fixed by a few winches and steel cables, like a piece of wood simply hung at the window with a rope wrapped around it.

If a huge storm blows here, these iron doors will definitely be blown away by the wind.

The rocket shot out a straight line and exploded part of the steel cables. The imbalance of impact and force caused the door to sway, and the steel cables continued to break.

As the last few steel cables broke completely, the gate fell to the ground, stirring up thick smoke and dust.

"Forward! Soldiers! Before the orcs can react! For the Emperor!"

The political commissar is the first to charge forward. A good political commissar does not rely on shooting and punishment to stimulate the morale of the troops, but takes the lead and sets an example.

The political commissar implemented this concept very well. With a chain sword in one hand and a mortal bolt pistol in the other, he rushed at the front of all the soldiers, heading towards the Square of the Holy Word.

The orcs inside haven't even figured out what's going on yet, and are still adjusting their electric guitars modified from guns or large axes, preparing for their music tonight.

I heard the rumble of the gate falling to the ground, and then a group of shrimps rushed out of the smoke.

"My fucking second brother!"

"The shrimps popped out of the rocks!"