Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"Go, guys! Smash these shrimps and take their big toys! Waaaaagh!!!

When the greenskins rushed past an old tree with three craters, dozens of shells also whizzed down in the same area.

A large number of greenskins were killed on the spot by the impact of the explosion and the flying shrapnel. The dark green and bright red flesh flew into the air and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Taking advantage of the smoke and sound of the artillery fire, the riflemen who were hiding behind the bushes and wooden fences a hundred meters away and blending into the environment also began to block and kill the green tide with the energy-storing laser guns in their hands and the team's heavy special forces.

"There! There's a green shrimp! Fart Tin Can, shoot him for me! "But a big guy still discovered this with amazing beast intuition. He looked around with a pair of cunning little eyes for a while, then pointed directly at the bushes and shouted.

The killing can, which was staggering forward, stopped and turned to the direction of the cold gun shooting with the simple observation port on the hateful orc face made of steel plate.

The fart spirit sealed in the can used the optical sight inside the iron can to see where the big guy was pointing.

The manufacturing process of these sights is surprisingly crude by the standards of the Imperial military industry, but the sighting effect is also surprisingly good. In the camera, there are indeed a few green shrimps there firing heavy bombs and logging guns.

"Oh, damn, retreat quickly! "Captain Sharp, who was aiming a high-powered storage rifle, saw the action of the killing can, who had obviously found something wrong. He quickly put down his gun and shouted to the special forces shooter next to him.

The two picked up the heavy felling guns and immediately retreated. The next second, a dense barrage of bullets flew over. The trajectory was very poor, not accurate and stable. The barrel of the iron can gun that the killing can was holding seemed to be made of scrap steel pipes that were in good condition on the garbage ship. As if enjoying a brief moment of glory that he had never had before, the firepower poured out by the fart spirit driver was particularly fierce.

But for such fierce firepower, accuracy is not important .

The heavy bomb operating team was a beat late in retreating, and was smashed into pieces by the rain of bullets.

The captain and the heavy lumberjack got on the motorcycle and sped away. The greenskins behind them rushed over excitedly,

seized the blood-stained heavy bombs, and then screamed and fired at the shrimps with these weapons.

The blocking area, as the name suggests, is only used to block the enemy's offensive, but when such an unstoppable greenskin frenzy rushed over, the blocking effect was unsatisfactory.

They were almost always moving at full speed, and the five-kilometer blocking area was only enough for the artillery to fire a dozen salvos.

"Hehehe, guys, let's go first! "

In the completely exposed driver's seat, a greenskin pilot wearing goggles sat in a helicopter and flew over the orc army.

Horatio also saw these aerial targets. It was really hard for Horatio, who held the Imperial Air Force, to admit that the "helicopters" under their legs were helicopters.

It looked like a flying motorcycle with a propeller.

Of course, in fact, it was indeed so. The main body was made of a greenskin flying motorcycle with three sharp pieces of broken iron as rotors.

Horatio didn't want to discuss its aerodynamics with the greenskins. Let the sages of the Mechanicus worry about this matter. All he wanted to do now was to shoot them down.

Some of the dead helicopters were equipped with modified MiG guns, some were equipped with flamethrowers, and some, perhaps because they had some good relationship with the Big Tech, were equipped with captured Astra Militarum standard rockets and melta bombs, which might have been contributed by the Chaos Rebels, or by an Astra Militarum that had been defeated by them on a certain planet.

These greenskin pilots had no idea of ​​air-to-ground coordination. Relying on their faster and higher-speed mobility, they took the brunt of the attack and only wanted to be the first to enter the battlefield and kill the shrimps.

Horatio used the war sand table to mark these crudely made but very dangerous machines.

"Waaaaaaagh!" "

The dead helicopters with rocket nests on their bodies estimated that the range was about the same, and began to pour fire on the Astra Militarum positions.

As soon as the enemy aircraft with red outlines appeared, those troops that lacked long-range anti-air capabilities and could not attack them immediately squatted in the preset bunkers or trenches.

High-explosive rockets painted bright red exploded randomly on the battlefield, destroying some supply boxes and sandbag bunkers, as well as a cooking car filled with hot meals.

But it did not cause much casualties to the personnel, and only a few unlucky people were hit by flying shrapnel.

Relying on the bird-divination radar index, the Hydra self-propelled anti-aircraft vehicle behind the position also locked these flying units, and the operator immediately opened fire.

Puff puff puff!

The extremely high rate of fire made the sound of the Hydra anti-aircraft gun firing not have the interval rhythm of normal weapons, but a terrible fanning whistling sound.

The golden rain poured out at a rate of 1,500 rounds per second.

"Waaaagh...ah!"

After all, it was modified from the green-skinned orcs' motorcycles. The dead helicopter was essentially meat wrapped in iron. Under the dense rain of bullets, several helicopters exploded into pieces of parts in the air.

Except for the casual and irregular flight trajectory of the green-skinned pilots, they had no solid protection, and they didn't care about protection.

Killing is the only desire of these savage beasts.

The firepower of the Hydra was remarkable, but the number of the Death Helicopters was still large. After launching a wave of rockets, they rushed directly to the Astra Militarum position.

The four barrels of the Hydra self-propelled artillery were red from the fire, and needed to be cooled down, and the exhausted ammunition belts also needed to be re-fed.

"1000 meters, fire!"

The officer in the forward observation command post issued an attack order to the soldiers.

The heavy weapons team used automatic guns, heavy bolters and heavy lumber guns to fire at the incoming air enemies against the stray bullets of the double-linked guns.

Explosions occurred one after another in the sky, and the greenskin drivers and their death helicopters were blown into pieces.

But there were too many of these simple and easy-to-build death helicopters.

They screamed and approached at high speed, and the anti-aircraft vehicles could not shoot them in time. Soon the infantry special forces shooters on the defense line also opened fire.

The soldiers in the trenches carried missile launchers, aimed at the greenskin death helicopters, and fired laser-guided missiles.

But these things were very agile in flight, and the firing effect was not great.

Soon, they flew above the defense line, and the Astra Militarum soldiers had to raise their laser guns and fire into the sky.

"Waaaaaaagh! ! !'

These death helicopters used their high mobility to fire at the soldiers in the trenches from high to low.

Among them, the death helicopters equipped with flamethrowers sprinkled hot giant elements from the sky into the trenches.

Many Astra Militarum soldiers were on fire and fled the first line of defense. They fell to the ground before they ran far, or were smashed from behind by the excited greenskin pilots with big guns.

Just when the first line of defense seemed to be shaky and the situation was critical, laser beams fell from the sky.

The Astra Militarum soldiers, whose morale was faintly broken by the greenskins' unethical air raid, looked up at the sky, where they heard the engine roar that they were familiar with in the past few days.