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

No matter how much ruins and fortresses are used to hold on and deal with the situation, it will ultimately not change the future of the destruction of the troops staying at Halesridge Port.

The Shao Shao boys used the flamethrowers in their hands to drive out all the Imperial defenders from the solid buildings, and danced absurd and rhythmless dances with the Imperial soldiers whose bodies were melted by the fire, rolling and twisting, just like those constantly jumping flames. Generally there is no pattern.

I'm on fire

The special operations boys of Blood Ax locked eyes with the scum of those gangs. The shadows in the buildings attacked each other. From time to time, the corpses of the losers fell from high-altitude buildings and fell to pieces on the battlefield on the ground. .

Tanks equipped with giant bulldozers and gravel rollers cleared the building ruins on the streets bit by bit, and cleared a wide avenue for the orc vehicles to move forward quickly, and those truly heavy weapons were also able to be thrown into the battlefield to crush all resistance.

The orc boys followed behind the heavy tanks that might have just left the factory, shooting in the direction of the imperial army with their guns. Maybe in their eyes, this was considered infantry-tank coordination. The inaccurate stray bullets became so lethal in the mass shooting and release that the Imperial soldiers at those windows could not hold their heads up.

As the cannon was loaded, and amid the orcs' excited roars, the huge cannonball with the orcs' smiling faces smashed through the wall and embedded itself in the load-bearing wall behind it. The explosion ripped open the walls of the entire fortress, and waves of fire, fragments, and fragments mixed with the imperial army flew out. The entire building was overwhelmed by this heavy attack and completely collapsed, becoming a mass of soldiers stationed here. 's grave.

The entire port's defense line was being rapidly broken through and cleared by the orcs' armored firepower. At this time, there was no need for a commander. The colonel in charge of the last line of defense in the war zone sighed silently, picked up his gun, and walked out of the bunker.

"Witness me!"

When the war reached this point, everyone was already crazy. The orcs were addicted to fighting, and there may be no such thing as crazy. But those scum who had been taking hallucinogens and stimulants for a long time felt extremely crazy and happy. .

While shouting, a scumbag who had been shot through the chest by an orc bullet and had his lungs shattered suddenly pulled off his gas mask. The scorching heat and polluted exhaust gas in the air immediately made his lips dry and cracked. His eyes became sallow and cloudy, just like those old workers who had worked in heavy metal forging factories for several years.

He trembled and jumped from the window suddenly, falling into the ranks of the orcs. He pressed the button in his hand with one hand, and the self-destruction vest on his body immediately entered a short activation countdown.

boom!

The blood rain mixed with the flesh and blood of the dead and the corpses of orcs fell on the faces of other gang members, "Too weak, too weak! You need to do better!"

Sneering, fist-bumping and praying, the scum of each gang had a different take on his sacrifice.

"Witness me!" Those guys who had finished mocking seemed to want to prove their brilliance and qualifications. They jumped from the window. The orcs who reacted broke his limbs and lower body in mid-air, but he still succeeded. Let his body fall onto the orc tank turret.

Hearing the panicked sounds of the orcs in the car, he pressed the button.

The close-range explosion failed to achieve better results due to the inferior quality of the homemade explosives. It only blew the Orc's turret crooked and twisted it aside. In a short time, the turret was no longer usable.

When the gang members attacked the orcs with their madness and contempt for life, those guys with military backgrounds were not idle either.

"Beep~~~~~~~!" The sharp and long whistle was so clear and out of place in this chaotic battlefield.

"For the Emperor!" Those soldiers who were dodging under the orcs' fire and struggling in the shock wave and heat wave all picked up their bayonets and charged forward, charging forward.

"Ho ho ho! These shrimps want to fight with us! Can we let them down? Obviously not! If anyone dares to shoot coldly later, I will smash his head!"

"Waaagh!"

As if moved by the humans' desperate charge, the orcs stopped their artillery and tanks, dropped their guns one by one, pulled out the machetes from their waists, and engaged in a melee with the human army.

Those port workers who were unwilling to leave also joined the battlefield with various heavy construction machinery, and used their lifting clamps and mechanical arms to fight against the orcs' murder cans.

Gangaat, who appeared at the end of the battlefield, felt that these orcs were too stupid and could easily kill these shrimps.

The big tech boss sitting in the center of the entire operation room ordered their boys and goons to turn their guns and shoot at the place where the orcs and humans were fighting. We didn't have so much time to waste.

The orcs looked at each other and rubbed their heads, "I don't think it's fair to do this. Those shrimps were very bloody."

"I think he's right, you can't do such a derogatory thing."

Big Tech was so angry that he grabbed an orc's head with his pliers, "I am the boss of this Gangaat. How dare you not listen to me? Hurry up and load the cannonballs for me!"

The orc whose head was grabbed by the pliers showed no fear. He just looked at the furious Big Tech with contempt. The Big Tech turned his head and looked around. Only the farts didn't show any expression. They lowered their heads and blew softly. Whistle, feet scratching on the iron plate.

The rest of the orcs looked at the Big Tech King with unkind expressions. They thought that this Big Tech King was really a shame and what he did was so unreasonable. If I were to be the Big Tech King, I would find someone else to fight with.

Big Tech felt that something was wrong. He felt that his position was not as stable as he thought. He turned his eyes cunningly and saw the huge crane in the port. He pointed with his finger, "That The big iron frame is quite interesting, let’s go find that thing to fight!”

The orcs looked back and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed a big iron frame. I want to put a big face on it."

"I want to squat on the shelf and poop."

"If you say that, I want to do it too."

Taking a deep breath, the big tech master felt that his position was safe. He vowed to replace all these stupid orcs when he returned, and then buy some workable farts from the fart slave master. Come here, at least they are obedient.

Herbert controlled the huge crane and used the fishing hook on it to sweep up and down the ground. Nothing could stop him from this huge iron hook, even those huge crusher tanks would be ironed. The hook flies away.

But now his more leisurely hook-slinging game was coming to an end. Gangaat noticed him in the distance and fired a series of cannonballs that landed on the crane's fuselage.

In the violent explosion, this huge crane did not even tremble excessively, and the structure on it did not suffer much damage.

God knows how those mechanical priests strengthened the structure of the fuselage in order to ensure that the crane would not break under excessive pressure and disintegrate due to metal fatigue during the endless lifting work.

Perhaps this secret can only be learned by asking the sages of Kaos.

But Herbert's attention was obviously no longer on the crane that had accompanied his family for hundreds of years, but on the ugly orc Gangart in the distance that was slightly smaller than the crane.