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

The roars of the orcs were mixed with the screams of fear and fury from the human army. Stray bullets and lasers swept away the lives of those fools who could not find cover.

There is no room for weakness in life, and there is no room for stupidity in war.

"Waaagh! Pull Big Bang Bang up here! That little rock nest is so annoying!"

A few grunts and boys struggled to push a heavy artillery that had been dismantled and equipped with four wheels to behind a rubble wall built from the ruins, and prepared to mount the cannon.

"Wait a minute! You idiots, just put it up like this and shoot two rounds and you'll be blown apart by the shrimps."

"Yes, but you can't cum even if you don't hold it up."

"You brainless person, you haven't learned anything about "Ten Ten Ten Ten I'm Thinking" written by Beast Chimede, right? Just pick up a stone."

The orc boy leaned down and picked up a stone.

"Now you throw him over your head, the harder the better."

After hearing this, the orc boy shook his arm vigorously, swung it several times in a row, and threw the stone.

The orcs squinted at the stone that flew up into the sky and became smaller and smaller, and then watched as it stopped in mid-air and became larger and larger.

"How can it get bigger and bigger if you throw it up?"

Boom!

An orc who looked up to watch the excitement was hit in the head by the falling stone. Hearing the sound, his skull was probably broken, but he looked like he could still breathe. The leader of the team thought that he should sleep for a while. Just get up and continue Waaagh! .

"Did you see it, you bunch of brainless people? I only figured this out when I threw a blind boy into the sky. If the boy can fly out and fall down, then so can a stone. If a stone can also work, then this big The explosive iron pellets contained in the bang bang can also fall down. We just stand up the cannon and shoot towards the stone nest."

"Wow, so smart! Boss is so smart!"

The orcs and farts were immediately impressed by the intelligence of the orc boss they led. They placed the cannon leaning against the rubble wall and filled it with an explosive iron ball.

"I thought this would work."

Under the control of the orcs, this artillery that was supposed to shoot directly fired a curved ray that could only be used by a mortar, and it happened to fall into the street fortress of the Imperial Army that was suppressing them.

An armor-piercing high-explosive round struck the thick cement and armor composite layer on top and left a terrifyingly deep crater.

"What's going on! Didn't those mortar teams say that they had destroyed those orc mortars in the artillery counterattack? Where did this shell come from?"

The sergeants here were still angry and anxious, but the orcs over there saw the feasibility of this method of siege, and they accelerated the frequency of loading and shooting. Although the latter few shots were not as magical as the first shot, The accuracy was high, and it exploded around the street fortress, but this still put a lot of psychological pressure on the defending army.

After all, no one wants to be wiped out by a magical high-explosive bomb that penetrates the head for no reason.

"Contact those gang guys! Let them deal with those orc troops!"

"Yes, sir!"

Quickly adjust the channel of the high-frequency communication device and contact all possible gang troops in the surrounding area.

"This is Halesridge Port, No. Street Fortress in Zone D outside Andu Port. We need a rapid strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery. We need a rapid strike force to deal with the orcs' artillery."

"Ah, I got it, I got it, you don't have to repeat it twice, brat, you're really annoying, you know."

Regardless of how many military regulations and communication procedures were violated by the communication on the other side, the communications soldier reported the situation to his superior: "There is a gang force supporting our direction."

"That's fine."

Virgil, who had just completed a small ambush, asked his scum who collected energy from the dead to put down what they were doing, "Hey you scum! We are going to help those styleless idiots blow up a few It’s shot.”

"Hahaha! It's not like blowing up the cannon underneath them." A vulgar joke came, and the person who told the joke even arched his waist in a very vulgar way. The scum laughed, but they did not stop there. They quickly followed Virgil's movements and shuttled among the ruins and the tall buildings in the port.

The scum of these gangs are all fighting lunatics who have emerged from the brutal gang wars below, and are very good at finding ambush points and shortcuts in complex cities and building complexes, even those who have lived locally for several years. Residents of ten years may not have a thorough understanding of their surrounding environment.

After all, what the residents have to do is just a boring life of working, praying, and going home, while the scum of the gangs need to struggle to survive in this dangerous city that devours the living.

The law enforcers from the Ministry of Justice will come to hunt them, and the hunting lords from the high-level noble spires will also come to kill them for fun, just like the hunting grounds of the ancient feudal royal family, any scum that lacks a way out and has no plan They were just short-lived pitiful rabbits. Their throats were cut easily and then they were thrown into the corpse starch machine.

Soon they saw the four-wheeled artillery piece of the orcs leaning against the rubble wall in the shadow of the tall building. It really is quite the style of the Hive City gang to make the best use of everything. Those inferior weapons are basically not much different from those made by underground black factories, and those thick and somewhat blunt axes are quite easy to use. , can chop off a fool's head casually.

"Okay, this is it. Take out our magical stuff."

These scum, fixed in the shadows by hooks and cables, took out a cylinder with only a firing barrel and an impactor from their backpacks. If the Mechanic-Priest were to see this kind of weapon, he would definitely not I think this thing has a soul. After all, its operation method and manufacturing structure are a bit too simple. To put it harshly, if you put your finger on the ammunition primer and load it, it will have the same effect as the "gun" they hold. almost.

He pulled the spring-like part behind the gun with his hand, and with a flick, the filling in the barrel was pushed out a very long distance by the pressure of the explosion, and fell next to the orcs who were manipulating the artillery.

Different from other explosions, these things that were regarded as secret weapons by gang scum exploded with green fire and emitted strange dark green smoke.

The orcs fell down in the green explosion and were suffocated and dissolved in the dark green smoke. These things extracted from the bottom of the Halesridge port and the venom glands of the Hylas snake monsters can be said to be used by the bottom gangs. The secret treasure that kills people and silences them.

It only takes one drop to kill everyone in a sealed, airless room. Although this effect will be weakened a lot in the open space, considering the fact that the port is about to fall, those snake monsters are almost extinct under the frenzied eradication, and those precious venom gland toxins have also been converted from the production of assassination needles and bullets to the production of These are powerful toxic bombs.

Industry is really beautiful. War is particularly intoxicating.

A super-large mechanical colossus equipped with Kreuz rockets