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

This huge tomb built for the orcs, just as Yarrick judged, has also become a human tomb. The reports of deaths and the news of erasures received from various fronts every day tormented Alex's heart. He felt like a cruel butcher, endlessly training those good people and then killing them. They were sent to a hopelessly hopeless battlefield.

The entire nest city was turned into a huge fortress and successfully blocked the orcs' offensive, but this was not the end. The orcs suffered heavy losses in the city and could no longer launch a second such rapid attack. In order to prevent the orcs from wandering around in the complex hive structure and threatening the middle and lower industrial areas, Yarick and the others also launched several urban counterattacks.

Cooperating with the street fortresses that were still resisting and the snipers guerrillas in the streets, Hades' soldiers successfully drove out the orc army, and now, they are building a defense line outside the nest to resist the orcs. Unplanned and small-scale daily attacks.

The middle and lower level hive cities managed by Domicilon have already started material control and overtime production, but this is still difficult to meet the food needs of the huge population in the hive city. This is the industrial world, this is the hive city, Without food supplies from transport ships from other agricultural worlds, it is only a matter of time before food runs out.

But at least we still have these orcs in front of us to accompany us. At least after their corpses are thrown into the giant starch synthesizer, few people can eat what these things are. It is always good to not have to eat the corpses of our own people. .

But the political commissar of the empire cannot tolerate weakness. As the strongest backbone of the imperial army, Yarick cannot just fall. If he shows even a trace of fear and panic, then those new recruits who lack training will lose all will to fight. And everything in Hades's nest will become another ridiculous farce.

Silently putting down the report, Yaric was thinking and making judgments in the bunker. The subspace communication was still interrupted, with only unexplained garbled codes and noises. Occasionally, he could hear an angry roar, the astropath responsible for contacting the empire. After hearing this roar, his head exploded. They had no choice but to slow down the frequency of calling the Empire. After all, there were not many astropaths in their area, so they had to use them sparingly no matter what.

"Political Commissar! Political Commissar! It's not good!" A panicked soldier rushed to the door of the bunker, holding on to the cement-solidified wall, panting out of breath.

"Calm down soldier, I remember I taught you that panic will not destroy the enemies of the Emperor."

Yaric stood up and walked over. The soldier instinctively stood up straight and saluted. Yaric put his hand on the soldier's body and carefully arranged his dirty and wrinkled military uniform.

"Easy your breathing and report again."

"Yes! Political commissar." Seeing Yarick's calm look, the soldier calmed down, stood up as straight as possible and reported the battle situation on the front line to Yarick in a calm tone.

"A small group of orcs has passed through the defense line and is approaching the interior of the line. They can threaten the artillery positions as long as they break through one line of defense. The internal defense line lacks heavy weapons, so we can't stop them."

Yarrick patted the soldier on the shoulder, "In that case, let's go. Adjutant!"

"Here, political commissar!"

"You will be responsible for handling the information and reports here for the time being. Don't forget how I usually teach you."

"Yes! Commissar! For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor... let Ryder go on to support other fronts. Wherever I am, it will be enough."

Political Commissar Yarick, who had arranged the work, got on a motorcycle sent by the soldier. This motorcycle was recruited from the gangs at the bottom of the hive city. They are now short of weapons and equipment and want everything. With good use, even these shabby-looking motorcycles that rival the orcs' vehicles have become frontline reconnaissance units responsible for temporarily transmitting messages.

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Yarrick looked at the huge orc in front of him and felt uncertain. He knew that his body could not fight such a behemoth, but he had to fight. He sacrificed his humble life for the Emperor's victory.

During the long period of disciplinary learning, Yarrick has mastered a lot of the orc language, but the accent of the guy in front of him is really too strong, and he can only understand the general meaning of it. He watched helplessly as the huge orc dropped his gun, and asked the boy next to him not to come up and interfere with his fight with him.

For Yarrick, this was good. At least he didn't have to be attacked from both sides. He had many enemies. Moreover, he didn't have to worry about the magical accuracy of the orcs' firearms. These magical firearms that pointed east and west were hard to guard against.

\"Waaagh!\" As the orc roared, he rushed towards Yaric, and Yaric also raised the mortal bolter in his hand and shot at Wu Guhad.

These orcs just look crude and bulky. Their natural fighting instinct will help them react reasonably in an instant. The bigger the orcs are and how long they live, the stronger this instinct is. When charging, he lowered his head instantly, dodged Yarrick's first shot, covered his body with his power claws, and blocked the remaining bombs.

The interference of the firearms was over, and Yarrick raised the power sword in his hand to attack Wu Guhad.

This orc who has experienced many battles has surpassed the old instructor who taught Yarek in melee combat skills. He just turned sideways casually to avoid the attack, and used his claws to attack Yarek with his backhand. gram.

If this attack hits, then Yarrick will be cut into large pieces under the huge claws, and the desire to win for the Emperor will also be in vain.

"Uh!" He dodged almost as fast as he could. The political commissar coat and protective breastplate on Yarick's chest were torn open by giant claws, and blood gushed out from the wounds that cut into the flesh and bone.

"Pain is just a lie of the body." Yarick supported his body, suppressed the pain in his chest, and shot Wu Guhad at an extremely close distance.

Just as his finger was about to press the trigger, Yarrick could no longer feel the sensation in his arm. The hand holding the gun had been clamped down by another rapid attack from Wu Guhad, which was cut off directly from the shoulder. The pain in his arm and the large amount of blood spurted out made Yarick weakly kneel on the ground, but he still held on to his body to ensure that he would not fall down cowardly.

"Hehe, this is too easy. When will you shameless shrimps understand that this stone ball belongs to us greenskins!!"

Wu Guhad laughed at the man in front of him. He didn't think these "stomach shockers" were very strong. When he went back, he would smash all his teeth to compensate for his mental losses.

Humiliation, what humiliation, Emperor, I have failed to live up to your expectations.

Yarrick could understand the words of this orc, the disdain and arrogance in his words, his contempt for himself and his contempt for the Emperor. The anger and humiliation were so unbearable that he even felt that his severed arm no longer hurt.

"For the Emperor!"

Yarrick suddenly raised his head, stared at Wu Guhad with his angry eyes, and swung his sword towards his head.

This blow exceeded the limit of what Yaric could do. The blow was so fast that Wu Guhad's fighting instinct had no time to react in time, and his head was chopped off by Yaric's sword.

Wow! The other orc boys were stunned by this sudden counter-attack. They stood there and watched the angry Yarrick stand up and cut off the power claw of the boss Ebonhard, and his face was as dark as a ghost. rushed towards them.

"I'm so fucked up! Run!"

The morale of the orcs collapsed, and they ran towards the back one by one. These powerful barbarian warriors were indeed born war machines, but their morale was not as high as the soldiers imagined.

The best way for the Space Marines to attack the Orks is to find the location of their largest head, then bomb or airdrop it, and kill the Orc leader. Then these guys will flee in all directions because they have lost their strongest leader. In the following days, it fell apart and turned into countless small orc tribes attacking each other until the next truly awesome war warlord appeared.

As for the orcs who followed Wu Guhad, their power surged due to Wu Guhad's unstoppability, because they thought that the boss was so fierce, how could they fish? But now their morale has collapsed due to the death of Wu Guhad. Even the biggest and most reckless Wu Guhad in the tribe was cut into pieces by "Shocking the Stomach". How can he win?

It's better to say what Zhong Mang said: "The orcs left here are not afraid of losing Waaagh! Fight."

Ryder and his Iron Fist squad, who had just arrived, also saw the heroic appearance of political commissar Yaric.

"Commissar Yarick is so fierce. He chases a group of orcs by himself. Let's go too!"

Yarick felt infinite power emerging from his body. He ran faster and faster, and slashed harder and harder. The fleeing orcs could only be chopped down by his own power sword in their pursuit, and they did not even dare to look back. Take a look yourself.

"For the Emperor!" More and more soldiers saw the scene of their respected political commissar Yaric chasing and killing an entire orc army with one arm. With their morale boosted, they rushed out of the trench and fought with those who were still there. The orcs, who couldn't figure out the situation, fought together.

"Wori, why are these shrimps so powerful all of a sudden?"

The orcs were driven out of the trenches and the fortress system by the imperial soldiers. Another attack by the orcs failed, leaving corpses and various broken weapons on the ground and fled.

"Political Commissar! Political Commissar! We have repelled them!" Ryder ran to Commissar Yarick, who had stopped and stood at the front of the line. He was surrounded by orcs who were killed with a knife, and some orcs were even directly killed. It was cut in half, which made Ryder admire Alec in admiration.

"Huchi... Huchi... Ryder? I remember I didn't ask you to come over?"

"Aren't I worried about you? The front line has been stabilized. I hurried back."

"......we won?"

Ryder looked at Yarrick's pale face and the wound that was still spurting blood. The excitement of victory disappeared in an instant, and he began to worry about Yarrick's physical condition.

Alex felt his eyes getting darker and darker. He knew this was a symptom of excessive blood loss, and he felt a little sad. He wanted to pass out in luxury on this battlefield, escaping from his responsibilities.

"Emperor, forgive me..."

The swaying body finally fell down, and Ryder quickly hugged him.

"Medic! Medic!!!"

Ryder's heart-rending roar became the last reverberation of the battle.