Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The morning mist hung over the Brass Mountains like a shroud, the gray mist tangled among the dead trees, and the forest seemed to be slowly dying.

Windlow's boots made a creepy crisp sound as they stepped on the cracked earth, and the vitality of the earth was disappearing.

Behind him were more than thirty makeshift militiamen - retired soldiers from Hawke's territory, townspeople who had escaped from the greenskins, a few farmers with pitchforks, and even two miners with soot on their faces.

Humans are a race with very strong fighting capabilities, as long as someone organizes them.

Organization is the embodiment of a unit's combat effectiveness. As for the formation of organization, there are many ways, but there is one method to establish organization that is the best and most commonly used, and that is money.

In this regard, Wendlow learned a lot from Mousse.

It is actually very simple to form a combat-ready army.

By establishing a command system, Windlow can clarify the hierarchical command relationship between himself and the soldiers by spending money.

Assigning responsibilities is also very simple. It only requires spending money to allocate personnel and equipment and determine everyone's responsibilities.

There is not much problem in completing combat preparations. Basically all the people in the empire have received training, especially those in rural areas, who have experience as militia.

Logistical supplies also require money to obtain materials and items.

Although Windlow was leading only a ragtag army, their morale was surprisingly high, with everyone's face showing both uneasiness and determination.

"Something's wrong..."

The local veteran who took the lead suddenly squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it between his fingertips.

After being appointed as an imperial captain by Windlow and receiving double pay, the sergeant became very active and alert.

Captains are the backbone of the imperial army. They are responsible for commanding one or two provincial armies and can command more than 100 people.

The soil slipped through his fingers like sand, its surface having a strange metallic luster.

"This soil looks like it's been baked."

He looked up at Wendlow, fear flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"General! There aren't even any bugs in the land, not a single one. Even the ants have disappeared."

His fear was not without reason. Not only him, but even Windloo noticed such a terrifying thing. The soil, trees, and even the air seemed to be slowly dying.

The whole forest was eerily silent. There was no bird singing, no animal roaring, and even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

On the twisted trunks, sickly green lines are revealed where the bark has peeled, like sores under the skin.

The ground was dotted with fluorescent green rotting mushrooms, and the damaged spots on their caps were like countless pairs of vicious eyes, looming in the morning mist.

The captain picked up a tuft of withered mycelium with the tip of his sword, and the mycelium made an unpleasant "crunching" sound when it broke.

"The green-skinned mushroom fields are also doomed."

The old soldier's voice suddenly choked, and the tip of his sword trembled as it pointed not far away - a human skeleton that had been gnawed clean, with orc tooth marks still on the skull.

Unlike the Imperials in the southern provinces, the Imperials in the north have basically all encountered attacks from greenskins and beastmen.

Of course they knew the reproductive patterns of the greenskins. In places where the greenskins had fought or died, all kinds of strange mushrooms would grow in a few years.

Then after a few more years, goblins will grow under the mushrooms. With the care of the goblins, the mushrooms only need to grow for a few more years before they can grow green skin out of the ground.

And the green-skinned ones’ food is of course mushrooms.

It now appears that this disaster is far more terrible than imagined. The Greenskins, a race that relies on mushrooms for reproduction, have even stopped growing their mushroom fields, which means...

"Lead the troops forward, Captain."

After crossing a low ridge, the greenskin stronghold finally came into view.

This village, built against the backdrop of an abandoned dwarven mine, was even more dilapidated than expected. Bones and rusted iron shards hung from the crooked wooden fences. A few skinny goblin sentries leaned against the wall, their usual brawling and playfulness absent. Instead, they mechanically stripped naked and basked in the sun.

This is also a characteristic of the greenskins. No matter whether they are greenskins or goblins, as long as they can get access to the sun, they will not starve to death.

But the sunlight cannot give the greenskins extra energy. It can only ensure that they will not die, and their weight will slowly decrease, while they will lose all their energy.

"They're starving."

The captain narrowed his eyes and pointed a gnarled finger at a goblin that was gnawing on his arm.

"Look at that lunatic, it's eating its own flesh."

Windlow carefully observed the layout of the camp.

There were several crude piles of fire in front of the central tent, with several human captives strung on them. They had been stripped of their clothes and roasted golden brown all over.

The greenskins are cooking the human captives they kidnapped, not for ransom or enslavement, but simply for cannibalism.

"They won't last long."

The captain checked the flint of his musket, his voice suppressing hatred.

"Are you going to attack by force?"

Windlow shook his head and pointed to the collapsed fence on the west side - the gap there looked like it had been knocked open from the inside by some huge force, and a few strands of rotten meat were hanging on the broken wooden stakes.

"Sneak in from there, rescue the prisoners first, then lay siege to the greenskins in the camp."

He turned to the militia behind him and lowered his voice.

"Spread the word. Split into two groups. One group will go with me to rescue the prisoners first, while the other group will surround and eliminate the greenskins."

The prisoners are all locals, and of course they are fellow villagers of the soldiers. If we can rescue the prisoners first, we can greatly boost the morale of the troops.

Under the cover of morning mist, the team sneaked into the camp like ghosts.

The goblin sentry was already drowsy from hunger and didn't notice the figure flashing in the shadows at all.

Windlow could easily reach the cage, and the "click" sound of the dagger picking the lock made the captives open their eyes in horror.

When it was clear that it was a human, a woman with a face covered in dirt suddenly grabbed Wendlow's wrist, her nails had turned black.

“Save…save us…”

The woman spoke hoarsely, fortunately the captain came over in time and covered her mouth.

But the position was still exposed. Just as Windlow cut the last rope that bound the prisoner's hands and feet, a sharp whistle suddenly broke the silence!

"Waaagh! Shrimp sneaked in!"

The entire camp erupted in excitement. The orc boys, weapons in hand, charged forward, roaring, including the most formidable black orcs.

Black Orcs are the largest, most brutal, and strongest of the Orcs.

Their name comes primarily from their dark green or black skin, although the name can also refer to their cold nature.

The Black Orcs are very cruel and have a great worship of war.

They were born for war, so in the eyes of all the black orcs, all other greenskins are trash, even guys like War Pig Boy who are actually more warlike.

Moreover, the Black Orcs are the most disciplined among the Greenskins. They look down on other undisciplined Greenskins, especially the demoralized Goblins.

His howl attracted a large group of greenskins. Like him, all the greenskins had pus-filled skin and unnatural green light flickered in their eyes.

All the orcs, including the black orcs, were skinny and looked like they had been hungry for a long time.

"They've never had enough to eat! We have a combat advantage."

Windlow always knew how to boost morale and decisively lit smoke bombs to hit the enemy.

With a loud bang, pungent yellow smoke spread out, but this time the greenskins, driven by hunger and orders, did not hesitate or doubt and continued to rush forward madly.

"Free fire!"

Amid the volley of musket fire, three or four greenskins in the front row fell.

But more orcs poured out of the tent, and a black orc even picked up a wooden stake as a weapon and attacked.

But even so, when the imperial soldiers raised their shields to block, the oak shields would still break into two pieces.

"Retreat! Follow the plan!"

While Windlow was directing the cover, this was the most common tactic used by humans against the greenskins, that is, feigning surrender and luring the enemy deeper.

While continuing to retreat inward, the troops outside also began to move.

Now Windlow only needs to find a corner to hold on and wait for the follow-up troops to rush in and perform the anvil tactics.

Pushing open the innermost iron door of what was originally the dwarf storage room, the sweet and greasy smell of decay hit everyone in the face like a heavy punch.

The grain pile was covered with a dark green fungal film, and the grains were wriggling strangely, as if they had life.

Even more terrifying are the humanoid objects that "grow" out of it - with slender limbs, swollen torsos, and heads that are clusters of twisted ears of wheat.

When the nearest "grain puppet" turned its head and the ears of wheat parted to reveal green spots of light like insect compound eyes, Wendlow's blood almost froze.

"What did the greenskins make of?"

Wendlow's voice began to tremble. He had never seen such a twisted creature.

Fortunately, the captain was knowledgeable and kept his finger firmly on the trigger of the rifle.

"This is Chaos Plague Corruption, it needs to be purified by fire."

As people from Hawke Territory, we are faced with all kinds of things coming out of the Brass Mountains in the north almost all the time.

The most common of these are humans infected by the Nurgle Plague, terrifying creatures whose bodies are covered with all kinds of mucus.

Perhaps these guys were originally humans kidnapped by the greenskins and used as food reserves. As a result, they were infected with the Nurgle plague and turned into terrible creatures that even the greenskins dared not eat, and were imprisoned here.

But the large amount of noise still woke up all the Nurgle zombies, and all the puppets trembled at the same time, making a creepy rustling sound.

As the three zombies pounced, green pus spurted out of their torn bodies.

Pus and juice splashed onto a militiaman's face, causing his skin to crackle instantly. Amidst a shrill scream, his facial muscles slid off like melted cheese.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, grabbed his own facial skin, tore it off and threw it on the ground. Although his face was left bloody, at least he saved his life.

The plan completely failed. They had originally planned to enter such a granary, use the narrow terrain to delay time and finally surround the greenskins.

But now it is surrounded by greenskins and Nurgle zombies.

"set fire!"

Windlow roared and threw a firebomb.

The moment the flames engulfed the granary, the thick green smoke seemed to twist into a painful human face in the air.

It's over, it's over. This is the most helpless encounter for Wendlow.

For a businessman like him, positional warfare, defensive warfare and offensive warfare are all battles he is good at.

As long as he has enough preparation time, he can obtain all the intelligence he needs and let the balance of victory tilt towards him without limit.

But once he encountered a battle where he had no time to prepare, he would be completely stunned and would not even know what his next plan was.

Nurgle zombies, Imperial soldiers, human captives, and green-skinned orcs.

Almost all of them were squeezed into this confined space and fought each other until...

The support troops finally arrived, and the benefits of always maintaining a reserve force were demonstrated.

The support troops successfully defeated the malnourished and loosely-formed greenskins from the rear, and successfully rescued Windlow and other soldiers and prisoners.