The Bizarre Adventures of the Oil Man, but Starting with Warhammer 32K

"Waaagh!"

They raised their machetes and guns and once again attacked the positions of the Star Army.

The battle with the orcs could not be judged by common sense at all. Unfortunately, the Astra Militarum here did not have much experience in fighting against the greenskins, and the continuous unexpected situations caused by the greenskins made them lose their composure.

The first line of defense could no longer concentrate firepower to suppress the orcs, and the anti-aircraft artillery, which had paused for a while due to reloading, could no longer cover the orc meteorites that were still falling from the sky.

Asteroids kept hitting the defense line directly, and the orcs pouring out of them tore the entire defense line into pieces.

If the entire front line is not adjusted in time, this line of defense will be broken through by the greenskins.

Although the tactic Leon had previously formulated was to let the enemy in first... but except for Amidel and Kurland who had already fought directly with these greenskins, everyone else, especially Hayes, the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, felt that it should be a feigned defeat by voluntarily giving up the defense line.

Who would have thought that the Greenskins' offensive had just begun, and the Astra Militarum troops deployed on the front lines would be unable to defeat them even if they tried their best?

In the command room, Hayes, who could directly see the battle situation on the front line with the help of the equipment of the Mechanicus, looked at the screen in disbelief.

Of course, he had fought against greenskins like these, which could be encountered anywhere in the universe, but most of the orcs he had fought before were savage beasts that had not left the planet, and their performance was not as bizarre as the orcs attacking them now.

After all, the orcs' Wagh energy is closely related to their numbers, and those orcs who have not yet formed a scale cannot do so many incredible things.

However, when Hayes saw Leon standing next to him with a calm expression, he suddenly felt relieved.

"Didn't you foresee this situation?"

he asked.

"Rather, it would be strange if the greenskins who can create a battle moon can't even put some pressure on us."

"Based on this battle, I will summarize the characteristics of the orcs we are facing...but before that."

Leon looked up, his eyes falling on Thorne and Kurland.

"Let's first let those beasts see a little of our strength."

"I thought we'd be on stage later."

Thorne replied, "After all, your plan was to lure the enemy deeper into our territory."

"An Orc WarBoss of this size will be more cunning than we imagined. He won't rashly go deep into the defense line right away."

Li Ang explained, "We must first tentatively reveal some of our trump cards, so that WarBoss will believe he has fully understood our strength. Only then will he feel assured and bold enough to launch a large-scale attack."

Though an ancient warrior, Thorn was a recent recruit from Terra, after the Imperial Fists became the Terran Guard. Having never faced such a beast before, he didn't know if Leon was right, but the other's confident demeanor was convincing enough.

He nodded slightly, and the two chapter masters took the order and left together.

The order to retreat was given to the Astra Militarum.

The Imperial Army rarely ordered a retreat when the battle line was tense, because the Empire's poor command and poor communication would turn every retreat into a retreat with a broken rear defense line. In order to maintain the stability of the battle line, the Imperial commanders would rather let the front-line troops die in battle.

However, this is a forging world, even if it is of low level. But after the ion storm stirred up by Leon earlier dissipated, the soldiers also have better communication conditions than before.

In addition, the fortifications were built together with the Imperial Fists in ample time, so when the order to retreat was passed to the soldiers on the front line, the retreat was surprisingly orderly.

Some soldiers were left behind to cover the retreat, while the rest quickly retreated to the second line of defense through the communication trench. When most of the Astra Militarum joined the second line of defense, they in turn organized firepower to cover the retreat of the remaining troops.

The remaining troops also retreated, but some greenskins followed them. Unable to fight a good battle, they clamored to rush into the second line of defense of the Imperial Army.

But what greeted them was a roaring chainsword.

The humming sound of the blade tearing through the air echoed, then turned into a whimpering sound sinking into flesh. With a cold face, Zeberion kicked the orc's body aside and shook the green blood off his chainsaw sword.

The soldiers around them were immediately excited, their eyes filled with more excitement than seeing a beautiful woman posing seductively.

"It's the Emperor's Angel!"

Zeberion didn't care about the soldiers' joy. He just coldly reminded them:

"Blow up the communication trench."

The soldiers, who had just woken up from their dream, quickly detonated the explosives buried under the communication trench. The greenskins who were originally chasing along the communication trench were immediately swallowed up by the collapsed communication trench.

The Greenskins' offensive was completely halted. Zeberion led his company forward. According to the plan, they would launch a limited counterattack against the Orcs.

From the beginning of the final high wall, he was very dissatisfied with all these arrangements. He had to obey Thorne's orders, but when he thought that Thorne was now just a mouthpiece for his superiors, he felt a sense of frustration that he had nowhere to vent.

The Fist of Exemplar is clearly an independent chapter!

But he couldn't question it openly, so he could only pour his anger into his sword and vent it on the greenskins.

"Exemplary Fist!"

He shouted loudly: "Attack!"

His voice drowned out the surrounding clamor. Behind him, a hundred warriors in yellow power armor advanced with him. On their shoulders, chapter emblems similar to those of the Imperial Fists were clearly visible—except that beneath their fists there was a "Codex Astartes" as a base emblem.

"For the glory of Dorne!" the warriors responded, pulling the triggers of their bolters.

Zeberion frowned. It wasn't that he didn't respect his genetic father, but this wasn't the battle cry of the Fist of the Paragon.

Since the incorporation of the Final Wall, everything has changed.

The greenskins who were still charging in vain were knocked down by the bombs. They screamed, but the Wagh energy could not protect them from the bombs.

Wrist-sized bombs easily tore their bodies apart. Even if there were some tenacious orcs who survived the hail of bullets, they would be crushed mercilessly by the Astartes' magnetic boots when they were dying.

Frustrated, Zeberion charged at the nearest enemy. The sound of a chainsword ripping through the air echoed as an orc's head fell. Then came a second, and a third. With his masterful skill, he moved effortlessly through the greenskin horde, splattering green blood everywhere.

But he soon encountered obstacles.

He was a being that was obviously half a head taller than the other orcs. He held a huge hammer in his hand, and the hammer seemed to be heavier than his body.

Obviously, this is an orc warrior.

Leon's earlier battle plan didn't include such an opponent. Zeberion looked around and realized that he had rushed too far in his anger.

Leon had requested that their limited counterattack not extend beyond the original first line of defense, but he had already surpassed it. Over the orc warrior's shoulder, Zeberion could even see the giant iron can of death that was constantly approaching.

That was the leader of this group of orcs. Just by estimating the distance between himself and the other party, Zeberion could already infer how far he had penetrated.

Logically, he should have retreated in time, but mistakes may not be opportunities.

He decided to make the same decision as Guilliman.

Just like what is mentioned in the scriptures, choose the best among the worst and act decisively!

He suddenly raised his chainsaw sword and faced the orc warrior, starting a sacred duel!

Zeberion knew that the advantage of the chainsword over the opponent was its flexibility, so he took the initiative to attack, intending to use the chainsword to directly penetrate the opponent's defense and give the orc boss a chill.

But the plan was discovered. The orc warrior tensed his muscles and raised the handle of his hammer slightly to block the blade of the chainsword, easily blocking his fatal blow.

Zebrian's heart skipped a beat.

"This is impossible!"

A warning signal flashed in Zeberion's helmet, and the electronic muscles in his arm armor registered an abnormality. The orc's strength far exceeded his expectations, and even a single block had left his wrist numb.

He looked up at the orc, and saw a treacherous look in his eyes that was beyond his comprehension. The orc then let out a deafening roar.

"Xiaomi, your doom has come!"

He swung the hammer, its tip tracing a deadly arc. Zeberion dodged, the hammer barely glancing at his side, but even that alone left a noticeable dent in his power armor.

His breathing became rapid, and the cold sweat on his forehead began to flow down the mask.

"Damn, what kind of monsters are these orcs?!"

The Astartes, who had been charging forward, were now in a bitter struggle. More orcs gathered around them, their excited "Waaagh!"s mixing with the Astartes' cries, echoing throughout the area.

Just when Zeberion was at a loss, a familiar power sword pierced the orc boss's chest.

The orc warrior's body fell to the ground, and what appeared before Zeberion was Thorne's stern face.

"Zeberyon!"

He demanded sharply, "Why don't you follow the plan?"

Zeberion lowered his head. He knew he had made a mistake, but he still suggested: "Now we are very close to the orc warlord, perhaps we can go deep into it and kill the warlord..."

Thorne decisively rejected the proposal: "Retreat, now!"

The Chapter Master's orders were clearly more effective than his, the Captain's. The Astartes of the Fists of the Exemplar began to take turns covering their retreat. However, this also aroused Zeberion's rebellious psychology.

"The Codex has long stipulated that Space Marine Chapters should have the freedom to act independently!"

He demanded in a loud voice: "Why do we have to follow the plan of that oil man? As long as we can kill the orc warlord, the remaining greenskins are nothing but chickens and dogs!"

But his anger was met with only a deep gaze from Thorne:

"Retreat, Zeberian. I won't say it a third time."

Zeberian suppressed the humiliation in his heart, he already knew what kind of punishment he would suffer when he returned.

The Space Marines who had completed the counterattack began to retreat, and the Greenskins who had been suppressed once again rallied. They wanted to continue the pursuit, but were stopped by Gada.

"Canned shrimp..."

Gada squinted his eyes as he observed the retreating Space Marines. Although he had personally chopped off many cans on Diamond Star, it was precisely because of this that he knew the strength of these cans.

Ordinary guys would be chopped up like melons and vegetables when facing these cans. Although the orc boss can defeat these cans, he will not be able to gain any advantage when facing those special shrimps with circles on their heads...

What’s more important is the front.

Although Gada didn't understand math, he knew he had invested countless men, yet achieved only minimal results. Although he had taken down the first line of defense, there weren't many bodies of the shrimps left on the line.

This wasn't the battle he wanted to fight. If he kept fighting like this, the many, many little guys would become very few, but the shrimps wouldn't become very few.

If Gao Ge and Mao Ge see this, they will definitely be unhappy.

But he is a master of skills. As long as he is given some time, these canned shrimps will be ravaged by his skills!

Chapter 91: Both sides are in a state of dormancy.

The first wave of orc attacks ended.

Although the first line of defense was broken by the orcs' attack, the Astra Militarum did not lose much manpower thanks to its perfect defensive fortifications.

As the orcs retreated, they returned to their first line of defense and continued to reinforce their bunkers.

But Li Ang knew that such an attack was at best just a small test.

While the sight of the orcs descending from the sky was stunning, the concentrated landing area made it difficult for them to spread their offensive lines. Millions of greenskins jostled and shoved in this cramped space, failing to fully utilize their numerical advantage.

In addition, although the orc warlord is a great technical master, the orcs will not carry too many of their "Anxunsi" creations when traveling in space.

Their style has always been to use local materials. If you want to see their true strength, you have to wait until they gain a foothold and collect materials.

From this perspective, it is really okay for Zeberian to think that he should kill the big master first.

After all, the earlier the time, the weaker these orcs will be. As long as you are willing to sacrifice some elite forces as a price, you can indeed nip the enemy in the bud.

But this is also the problem with today's Space Marines: the regimental-style combat has made them lose their strategic vision and only think about their problems tactically.

What Leon needs is a strategic victory. Even if this will make the orcs stronger and he will lose more Astra Militarum soldiers when the war breaks out again, he still wants to put the orcs in his pocket and destroy the orcs' vitality as much as possible.

If we let the Space Marines go deep into the enemy territory alone and kill the WarBoss, what will happen to the remaining greenskins who will scatter like birds and beasts?

With only three million Star Army soldiers, they don't have enough energy to wipe out the orcs who will be spread all over the world.

Besides, they are not facing just this one orc warlord.

When the next orc warlord arrives on the planet and gathers these headless orcs together, how much will they have to pay to behead the next orc warlord?

Leon heard about Zeberion's disobedience on the battlefield. He almost made a big mistake, but fortunately Thorne stopped him in time.

After returning, Zeberian was stripped of all his honors, but because of the lack of manpower, he was temporarily allowed to act as the captain of the first company.

The plan is currently going smoothly, but it also brings Zeberian into Leon's sight.

He vaguely remembered that there was a traitor in the Fists of the Paragon who spoke for Iron Brave and ultimately betrayed the chapter. This incident directly led to the final expulsion of the Fists of the Paragon Chapter, and all remaining members were incorporated into the reorganized Imperial Fists.

Leon didn't know who that person was, but since Zeberian was so troublesome, Leon naturally marked him as a key target.

Just because the Fists of the Exemplar are willing to obey Leon's orders under the name of the Fists of the Empire does not mean that Leon can interfere with the rewards and punishments within their chapter.

The current punishment is enough for Zeberian who disobeyed orders on the battlefield. For now, Leon can only observe and see what tricks this man can come up with.

Back to the other side of this war, what are the orcs doing at this time?

They were certainly picking up scraps.

The greenskins who dispersed from the battlefield where the previous firefight had taken place soon discovered the main nest abandoned by Leon. They happily settled down there and used the main nest as their development base - or garbage dump.

Leon had previously ordered that any useful debris in the main nest be cleared as much as possible. But for these greenskins who could make a gun with just a few pieces of iron and screws, the main nest was still full of treasures.