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

Waaagh's roar was getting closer and closer to Joseph. His heart was pounding, and he held the laser gun tightly in his hand, as if this was the only way to give him a sense of security.

"Everyone is ready! Take aim!"

The sergeant's loud voice rang out again. This respectable noncommissioned officer survived the greenskin's fire and did not appear to be intimidated at all. He roared out orders with full energy.

"Damn it, you coward who deserves to be shot in the head, I told you to use a gun, I didn't tell you to shake like a cook in the cafeteria! I swear to the God Emperor, if you torture the person in your hands like this Machine gun, I will replace the machine soul and shoot you bastard!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The scolding of the sergeant and the ridicule of the surrounding soldiers reached Joseph's ears, which seemed out of place in this serious and desolate battlefield. After praying silently for the unlucky guy, the sniper on the position began to take precise shots. kill.

The green-painted iron locomotives with red paint crossed everything on the road at high speed. Several machine guns of different types were welded on the front of these simple vehicles. Amidst the roar of the locomotives, the machine guns fired out bullets in response to the passionate roar of the Ook driver. There were many railings on both sides of the vehicle. The orc warriors held large-caliber pistols in one hand and fired at the Astra Militarum positions indiscriminately, while holding on to those railings with the other hand, they felt the refreshing feeling of the motorcycle breaking through the wind.

The most common means of transportation among orcs, various trucks

The sniper's bullet shot through the orc's uncovered front window and hit the crazy driver who was caught up in the pleasure of speed in the driver's seat. The driver who was shot fell down on the steering wheel, and the high-speed red tin car lost control and swerved towards the tin cars on both sides.

"Ah ah ah, you bastard! You still want to block my car! What a dream!" Looking at the out-of-control tin car rushing toward him, the orc driver showed no fear, and ignored the other orc boys hanging on both sides of the car. He knocked it back with his own body.

"Ahhhh!" The orc boys hanging on both sides of the car were frightened by the driver's superb driving skills. The quick-reacting person quickly let go of the hand holding the railing and fell to the ground, rolling over. The slow-reacting orc was ground into pieces in the impact, with blood and corpses smeared on the surface of the car.

The out-of-control iron truck finally completely lost its stability in the collision. It fell over in the soil and turned into a scrap iron block. However, I believe that the orcs dragged this thing with the vehicle frame back and knocked it. With a new coat of red paint, it's ready for the battlefield again.

There was definitely more than one pilot who suffered such a sniper attack, but the number of Ork attacks was too great. Hundreds of Ork Express trains that had successfully passed through the minefield quickly approached the first line of the Astra Militarum at an incredible speed. Trench position. The machine guns and lasers that suppressed the advance of the orcs were fired, shooting down the orc boy caught in the car. From time to time, a series of explosive shells were fired, sending the entire car into the sky.

Those iron cars that successfully flew over the ditch didn't even have the slightest intention of stopping. Instead, the orc boys who had been waiting on the car for a long time jumped out one by one, pulled out the heavy ax hanging from their waists and rushed towards the ditch. soldiers inside.

"Cut him!"

"For the Emperor!"

Two completely different war cries mixed with completely different emotions.

The former is for pleasure, to release his unused energy in a hearty fight, and to find a fight worth bragging about for a lifetime.

The latter was to survive from these sturdy green-skinned monsters, to protect the planet from infringement, and to prove to the Emperor to whom he devoutly believed that he had a brave and loyal soul.

A soldier's bayonet stabbed the abdomen of an orc boy who had just jumped out of the car and had not had time to stand still. Under the cut of the single-molecule bayonet, the orc was disemboweled without much effort. The blood and intestines in his stomach flowed all over the floor. But the orc did not die quickly due to such serious injuries. He swung the ax with his backhand and chopped off the soldier's head, and used a big hand to stuff the slipped intestines back into his stomach.

"As long as I put it back, I can continue to fight!"

But the other soldiers would not give him such a chance and burned him into a blackened mushroom in a close volley.

"Soldier, keep your attention! Don't look around! Aim your machine guns at the green beasts running towards us!"

"But sir, they've already rushed into the trench!"

"You idiot! You are not afraid of those more green-skinned beasts, but you are worried about these cripples with broken legs! Don't force me to repeat the order a second time!"

"Yes, sir!"

This kid must be scared, he must be a new recruit. Joseph and his comrades were wary of the lone orcs rushing from outside the trench.

To be honest, these green-skinned things are big and strong, and their hands and feet move with frightening speed. They are like those old thugs who have been working in the low-level gangs for several years. Their strikes are deadly and skillful. It is said that this punch can kill you. There will never be a second punch.

But the only problem is that his brain is really not enough. Facing his bayonet standing clearly upright, the first reaction of this greenskin standing on the trench was not to pick up the gun in his hand and shoot, but to jump straight away howling. Come down.

Joseph didn't even make too many moves. The orc just stuck the rifle with the bayonet in his hand and died.

After struggling to kick the muscle monster away with his feet, Joseph raised his gun and rescued a soldier who was knocked down by the green skin and about to be decapitated with an axe.

A precise red laser penetrated the greenskin's head, and his body pressed against the fallen soldier.

After struggling to help the soldier crawl out from under the corpse, Joseph and his comrades covered each other, ready to eliminate the next green-skinned orc that appeared.

"Haaaah! Thank you, sir." The feeling of the aftermath of the disaster made the soldier feel exhausted. He was half-leaning on the wall of the ditch, which was as tall as a person, breathing heavily.

"If I were you, I would take up arms."

Joseph coldly reminded that he was not saving people out of kindness, but in the hope that more people could increase his chances of surviving this damn battle.

"Yes! Yes! Sir."

Joseph, who was too lazy to correct his mistake, curled his lips and lay in the middle of the observation hole in front of him to observe the greenskins that were about to rush towards him. These guys running on two legs could still keep roaring enthusiastically after following the iron cart for so far. Those crudely made armors were covered with polished and shiny metal fragments, and they looked like decorative ornaments. .

A small number of orcs wear iron helmets with sharp horns or animal horns on their heads, and the rest of the orcs have all kinds of weird hair on their heads. Even the most fashionable guy in the gang would be embarrassed by those unique and rough hairstyles.