I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 102 My boys will attack as if there were no minefield or artillery fire.

Until the enormous star that illuminated Peditia shone its last rays below the horizon, the forward reconnaissance outposts saw no sign of the enemy. The entire world was plunged into pure darkness, with only countless unfamiliar stars twinkling in the sky.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” [The Great Horned Beast] lay in the shadow of the dune and couldn’t help but yawn. “There’s no moon in Peditia at night. In a little while, we won’t be able to see anything at all.”

“It doesn’t matter if we can’t see it,” his partner, [Fluttering Moth], said in a low voice, holding up binoculars. “We have an IFF system, so we can hit the bullseye every time we can’t see it.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” the giant unicorn muttered. “The main problem is that just waiting like this is incredibly boring. If my thinking speed hadn’t increased to 1:10, meaning I’d only been waiting for about 50 minutes, I would have logged off by now. Do you think command made a mistake? Those greens aren’t coming from this side at all…”

"They're here," the moth suddenly said.

"What?! It's here?!" The giant unicorn jumped, quickly flipping over and raising its high-powered observation telescope. Through the lens, the previously desolate yellow sand horizon began to roll, as if some enormous creature was churning underground.

Soon, he could clearly see the enemy—leading them were Ork Orcs driving steam-powered vehicles billowing thick black smoke. The vehicles were rugged and wild in appearance, like monsters cobbled together from a junkyard, bouncing and roaring across the sand.

"Wow, they really did come from this side!" The giant unicorn's eyes widened, its tone filled with disbelief. "That's amazing! How did JK and the others guess?"

"Just from the few terms they use, I know they're way more professional than us," Moth said calmly. "We're just ordinary gamers, so we should just follow their instructions and be done with it."

Moth picked up the walkie-talkie and, using pre-set code words, began reporting the situation to the main position behind them. Meanwhile, the Great Horned Beast, somewhat eager, pulled out grenades and an automatic rifle: "What do we do? Fight?"

"What's the rush?" Moth grabbed him. "Judging from the situation, these greens have no intention of reconnaissance and will definitely not be able to find us. Let's see how many of them there are and what their troop structure is before we make a decision."

He glanced at the excited unicorn and added, "Besides, you may not have read military books, but you've surely watched anti-Japanese war dramas, right? At least wait until the troops in front have passed before you start fighting!"

The two refocused their attention on the observation scope. The green-skinned vanguard rumbled past beneath the dunes where they were hiding, followed by the rearguard. The moment the giant beast saw the middle and rear ranks, its eyes widened and its mouth gaped open: "Wow, this is quite a contrast."

If the Orcs at the forefront drive steampunk-style motorcycles and wear crudely made steel armor with clearly visible welds, it is at least a polished and cut steel armor, belonging to the steam age.

So, the technological level of the orcs in the middle and later stages seemed to plummet as if they had traveled through time. They rode enormous Skullmon, resembling prehistoric dinosaurs, with virtually no decent protection, wearing only tattered strips of cloth. Their green skin was smeared with incomprehensible patterns using various pigments; perhaps, in their own eyes, these patterns were ferocious, powerful, and WAAAGH!

Their necks and arms were adorned with numerous teeth and bones, while their weapons were clearly large stones picked up from the ground, their edges roughly sharpened before being used as warhammers and axes. This style was a direct regression from steampunk to a primitive, bloodthirsty era.

"What is this thing?" The unicorn stared in disbelief. "Why is there such a big difference? Even greenskins have class distinctions?"

"We don't have enough resources," Moth explained after putting down the walkie-talkie, having finished her report. "No matter how powerful my thinking ability is, you can't expect the green-skinned people to turn sand into steel—in fact, it's already incredible that we can produce such a large number of steam locomotives in this desert."

“Moreover,” the moth’s tone became serious, “I advise you not to underestimate those green-skinned creatures that look like primitive men. With their terrifying strength, it doesn’t matter to us whether the cleavers they’re wielding are made of steel or stone; we’ll die in one hit either way. I definitely don’t want to get hit by one of them.”

“So when do we open fire? These greenskins are already in the middle to late stages,” the unicorn said. “I can feel the machine spirit in my automatic rifle is itching for a kill!

The moth didn't look at him, but calmly replied, "Wait for these green-skinned vanguards to lay our mines."

The words had barely left his lips when a burst of light erupted from the distant darkness, followed by a muffled explosion that echoed far and wide through the silent night. "Bang!"

Moth acted decisively, grabbing a rifle and shouting, "Fire!"

……

Just as the lead caravan of the green convoy entered the pre-designated minefield, a muffled explosion ripped through the night.

A lead steam locomotive was blown over and overturned, its wheels spinning futilely. The green-skinned driver didn't even have time to let out a scream before being torn to pieces by the shockwave and shrapnel.

The sudden explosion caught the speeding green-skinned vehicles behind them completely off guard. Driving their makeshift vehicles, they instinctively slammed on the brakes, the ear-piercing metallic screeching echoing across the desert. However, in such a chaotic charging formation, the consequences of such a sudden stop were catastrophic.

The immense inertia caused the motorcycles to collide one after another like dominoes. Those behind had no time to react, crashing head-on into the rear of their companions, sending them flying. Those further back simply ran over the wreckage of their fallen comrades. In an instant, the sounds of metal clashing against metal, the screams of the green-skinned riders, and the cracking of bones created a cacophony of noise.

And this is just the beginning.

The ensuing artillery barrage brought the huddled group of greenskins a profound sense of despair. A sharp whistling sound filled the sky, followed by bursts of orange-red fireballs exploding amidst the throng. Each shell that landed unleashed a storm of carnage. Broken metal parts and the severed limbs of the greenskins were hurled high into the air before raining down upon them.

The greenskins were in complete chaos.

A young orc scrambled out of the wreckage of a burning motorcycle and ran frantically to an unusually tall orc, screaming, "Red-Eyes, we've been ambushed by shrimp! There are mines everywhere ahead, and they're raining down cannonballs from the sky! We're doomed!"

Before he could finish speaking, the kid was kicked away by the "Red-Eyed Boss" with great force, flying through the air in an arc before crashing heavily onto the sand and disappearing without a trace.

"You son of a bitch, what are you cowering for!"

Red Eyes spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva onto the sand, then abruptly rose from the wreckage of the motorcycle. He raised his steel gauntlets, larger than sandbags, his towering 3.5-meter frame making him stand out like a crane among chickens, casting a huge shadow in the firelight. With all his might, he unleashed a deafening roar from his chest:

“WAAAAAGH!”

This roar seemed to contain some strange magic. The moment the confused and bewildered greens heard this roar, their eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The chaos and fear in their minds were replaced by a more primal and fanatical fighting spirit.

They raised their weapons in unison, pointing them at the sky, at the artillery fire, at the unknown enemy, responding in unison with a roar that even drowned out the thunder of the cannons:

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

"My boys will attack as if the minefield and shells don't exist!" Red Eyes roared, every word filled with unparalleled violence and fanaticism. "Charge! Kill these shrimps who only know how to shoot from the shadows!"

(End of this chapter)