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

The remaining 400 or so Astartes, led by Kurland and Thorn, guarded Leon. Holding weapons, they watched warily the orcs who had not yet dispersed.

The battle ended when Li Ang killed the orc warlord. But strangely, the elite orcs brought in by Gadda didn't immediately flee. Although they stopped fighting, they still surrounded the area.

Leon could feel their gazes passing over the Space Marines and falling on him.

Even if the orc warlord is killed, the orc numbers are still overwhelming.

Thorne clenched the power sword in his hand, feeling a little strange.

His 1,500 years of combat experience taught him that orcs would retreat immediately after their WarBoss was killed, but the reaction of this group of orcs was beyond his expectations.

However, these highly developed orcs cannot be judged by common sense. Perhaps a new WarBoss has already emerged among them.

To win this chance to behead them, they have already exhausted all their strength. If these orcs can still fight...

He had already started planning his escape plan in his mind. No matter what, he had to get Kurland out of the encirclement.

But just as his mind raced, Leon had already arrived beside the Astartes.

"Don't be nervous."

He spoke to Thorne, who noticed that he was holding the headless body of the orc warlord.

"But these beasts don't look like they're going to retreat."

Thorne did not let his guard down: "I saw that Titan was down. When can it be restarted?"

"Soon. But we won't need the Titans."

Leon carried the body of the orc warlord, crossed the line of the Astartes, and threw the headless corpse heavily in front of everyone.

What is this going to do?

Thorne didn't understand what Leon was doing. He knew that one of his former cousins ​​liked to use skinning and bones to create panic among their respective groups, but he didn't think this trick would work on orcs.

But Leon's goal wasn't this either. He stepped on the corpse in front of everyone. Then, he hammered his chest with his hands and, like a wild animal, roared through a megaphone, deafening the heavens.

“Waaaagh!!!”

The greenskins were suddenly excited.

Although Leon had caught the attention of all the greenskins here since he declared war in Orcish, no orc thought that Leon could win at first. All they wanted was the novelty of Xixi challenging them, the greenskins.

For them orcs, the bigger something is, the more powerful it is.

A three-meter-tall shrimp wants to challenge their six-meter-tall boss?

Even a fart spirit wouldn’t think that Xiami could win in the end!

But this guy just used a mecha that was only half the height of their boss to kill their big master!

This shit is so powerful!

"Skull-crusher, skull-crusher!"

"Super Skill Master, Super Skill Master!"

A group of greenskins gave Leon two different nicknames, and they soon split into two groups due to disagreements and fought each other. But their central idea was highly unified.

"Xia Mi, we love you!"

Of course, they wouldn't choose a shrimp as their leader, but that didn't stop them from worshipping this exceptionally skilled fighter. This worship transformed into respect and fear for Li Ang.

Maybe some greenskins will want to challenge Leon later, but that will definitely not be the case now that their boss has just been killed by the other side.

Faced with the boiling greenskins, Leon did not appreciate it after roaring. He raised the plasma pistol in his hand and casually shot and killed a excited greenskin boy.

"roll!"

He roared again in Orcish.

The orcs scattered instantly, but their cheers didn't stop. The stunned Space Marines didn't even think to fire. It wasn't until Leon signaled that they, as if waking from a dream, pulled the trigger.

The orcs cheered while being beaten and ran out of the defense line in a panic.

The Titan, previously down, now started up again, its cockpit observation window, like an eye, flashing with an angry red light. Even without being able to communicate with the machine spirit, Leon could sense the unmistakable fury of this divine machine.

With only one arm left, he strode forward. Although he had lost the Volcano Cannon, the Vulcan Heavy Bomb was still a powerful weapon for clearing out infantry.

Christina's communication came through, her tone was relaxed, and she didn't seem to be affected by the angry machine spirit.

"You always manage to make yourself look miserable, Sage Leon."

"Come on, you're not doing any better this time."

Leon responded to Christina in a bad mood. He wanted to hang up the phone, but just before hanging up, he remembered something and told the Titan captain: "Don't kill them all, let a group of greenskins out."

Although they were far outnumbered by the Greenskins, the impact of a single God Machine on the battle was undeniable. The Orcs who remained silent were now sitting ducks. They had no power to stop the Greenskins attacking the outer defenses from retreating, but the Greenskins trapped in the middle of the encircled defenses should be annihilated.

Christina didn't understand why Leon, whose entire plan was to annihilate a bunch of greenskins, would make such a decision. But he decided to do as he was told.

Leon handed the task of clearing out the greenskins to the Titans and Astra Militarum soldiers, and the Astartes, who were exhausted from the decapitation operation, began to rest on the spot.

Kurland came to Leon's side, holding the body of his brother in his arms.

Leon recognized the warrior; he was the leader of the Imperial Fists Honor Company who had arrived with Hayes. However, a large hole had been melted through his chest, clearly indicating he had been summoned by the Golden Throne.

"How did he die?"

Leon asked.

"Brother Alger, he blocked an ion cannon for me."

Even though Kurland understood that death was the inevitable fate of each of them, he still looked sad when he thought about how this warrior died.

The Imperial Fists have little blood left to shed...

"The glory of Elger must be inherited. This plasma shot didn't hit the gene seed. Sage Leon, can you help us perform the gene seed removal surgery?"

Naturally, Leon wouldn't refuse. In fact, he and the pharmacist of the Paragon Fist would repeat this action nearly two hundred times.

Their sacrifice is just a microcosm of this war.

This victory was crucial, but in order to win it, Leon paid a much higher price in elite forces than he expected.

Chapter 101: Ending and Adjustment.

With only 600 Astartes taking the head of an Orc warlord among nearly a million greenskins, this record can be called outstanding in the entire Warhammer.

This record may only be surpassed by the Second Battle of Armageddon, when Tushan, the captain of the Salamanders, faced a million-strong army of the Bone Crusher and was able to hold out for three days and four nights.

But Leon's situation is different from Armageddon's.

During the Battle of Armageddon, the Empire had Blood Angels, Ultramarines, Salamanders, and several Astra Militarum Legions. Furthermore, Armageddon itself was a planet with several industrial hives. Although the battle was equally difficult, their support was never cut off, and they had many more hidden weapons than Leon had now.

And now Maxim...

Leon didn't want to be too rude, but its current comprehensive production capacity is really not as good as that of an industrial hive world that does not belong to the Mechanical Order.

The incomplete production lines made it difficult to obtain supplies for some scrapped heavy weapons, and it was also difficult to replenish the number of Astra Militarum troops on this world without a planetary defense force.

As for the Space Marines, although most of the gene seeds of the two hundred sacrificed Astartes were recovered, they obviously could not expect these seeds to help the Astartes quickly replenish new recruits when the transformation time would take at least four to five years.

Even Titan was half disabled.

The statistics reported by Director Lifar showed that out of the three million Astra Militarum troops, one million had been killed or wounded. Of the ten million Orks, approximately five million had been annihilated in this battle, with the remainder scattered across the planet's wilderness.

They degenerated rapidly, and at the same time formed tribes of varying sizes and fought each other internally. It did not seem that they could pose a threat to humans in the short term.

The premise is that no new warlords will come to this planet.

Greenskins are a magical mushroom. They will quickly degenerate if they lose their leader, but they will also make a leap forward if they gain a leader. As long as a warlord stronger than them arrives here, these greenskin tribes will be integrated at an extremely fast speed, regaining their previously degraded abilities and integrating into the new warlord's army.

As it happens, there are two other warlords here...

However, for unknown reasons, the two warlords did not rush to invade Maximus. Their fleets simply cruised between galaxies.

Leon had previously sent out an expeditionary fleet to conduct guerrilla harassment in order to tie up the fleets of the other two orc warlords and prevent them from reaching Maxim so quickly.

But he didn't expect that the two fleets really didn't come.

With Hayes' help, Leon contacted Matt Horner, the commander of the expeditionary fleet.

This was a young man who had just been promoted to captain of a battleship. He was so young that people wondered if he was a relative of his own, but Hayes trusted him very much.

Hayes, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, was not proficient in naval warfare, so the captain of the battleship became the de facto commander-in-chief of the expeditionary fleet.

Matt Horner had indeed demonstrated his talent for fleet warfare, but the strange movements of the orcs had little to do with his own abilities. He reported to Leon in a serious manner on the previous space battle:

"We are resolutely implementing the tactic of harassing the Orc fleet. This tactic involves cruisers firing lances from a distance, some frigates and destroyers advancing to release torpedoes, and battleships maintaining position at a safe distance."

"During this process, the Orcs sustained damage to one battleship, three cruisers, and approximately forty assault ships. However, three of our frigates were also lost to boarding by the Orc assault ships, and a Gothic-class cruiser was damaged, temporarily withdrawing from the battle."

To achieve such a result with such limited strength, Horner's ability was indeed top-notch. However, this loss was still too minor for the Orcs' main fleet.

Leon couldn't understand why they didn't charge towards Maximus despite such losses, but instead played house with the expedition fleet in the universe.

It's strange, would orcs be so kind?

This isn't green at all!

He could smell a hint of conspiracy here, but the thought of greenskins actually plotting something was horrifying on another level.

The initiative was not in Leon's hands. He could only encourage Horner to keep trying, then hung up the phone.

No matter what, the greenskins cannot go against the laws of their own species.

They can indeed develop the ability to travel in space, but they are not a natural spacefaring race.

Their half-living, half-plant nature means they require almost no supplies when fighting on illuminated planets, but if they stay on warships for a long time that cannot receive sufficient stellar radiation, these greenskins will starve faster than humans.

——After all, every human ship has a machine for making corpse starch.

This thing may be the most widely used technological product in the entire empire.

So Leon was certain they would eventually land on Maxim. If the greenskins had any plans, he should take advantage of this hard-earned peace and do his best to restore Maxim's military capabilities.

Solid-state holographic molding technology has been of great help to Leon. Although this elementary technology from the stars is not as efficient as Warhammer's own advanced technology, its production flexibility far exceeds Warhammer's original level.

Unlike other production lines in the foundry world, where a single piece of equipment remains unchanged for centuries or even millennia, solid-state holographic molds can quickly provide templates for any component Leon requires. Simply dismantle a few specific weapons as samples, and holographic solid-state mold technology can produce all the necessary components.

This allowed Leon to repair those malfunctioning heavy weapons at an extremely fast speed. In addition to repairs, the excess parts produced could even be used to piece together new weapons.

Although this is far from the efficiency of an integrated production line, this disaggregated production method can at least provide some supplementary support for the Astra Militarum.

This replenishment freed up space for the production of other weapons, and the slight surplus in the production of melta bombs allowed Leon to begin trying to make new Monster Hunter weapons.

He combined the gunlance with the melta, trying to incorporate the principles of the melta gun into the gunlance.

The combination process was surprisingly effortless, and its power will be verified in the next battle.

As for manpower, the Astra Militarum's lost manpower also urgently needs to be replenished, but a Forge World obviously will not have any PDFs that can be urgently recruited by the Astra Militarum.

Leon could only focus on the slave laborers in the Forge World.

There are many human slaves on the forge world. The oilmen don't just use servitors and priests to complete production, so ordinary human workers also exist on the forge world.

Although the oilmen always treated people like machines, because the forge worlds produced promethium and nutritional bars as a by-product of promethium, the physical condition of these slaves on the forge worlds was actually better than that of the civilians on other planets within the empire.

These slaves, skilled at screwing screws on the assembly lines, are considered rare and highly skilled personnel in the Warhammer world. If all were normal, these slaves would be valuable assets to the oilmen. However, many of the production lines on Maxim have been abandoned, leaving these slaves without the production lines they rely on for survival, leaving them with nowhere to display their skills.

Li Ang doesn't intend to keep these idle people for nothing. Now it is a wartime state, and everyone should do their duty to forge the world.

Although these slaves lacked combat experience and training, the army was not the only one fighting on the front lines. After a brief discussion, he and Hayes decided to give these workers simple training and incorporate them into the technical forces in the rear, firing artillery or driving troop carriers.

The more subtle point is that such a policy actually caused resistance from the slave workers.

Leon had promised them that if they joined the Astra Militarum, they would be free upon discharge. But rather than joining the Astra Militarum for the sake of freedom, they clearly preferred to be slaves for the rest of their lives on a Forge World, where they could have enough food and clothing.

Leon was quite saddened by this lack of enterprising attitude, but the slave workers were so fierce in their attitude that he had to ensure that they could return to the assembly line in the Casting World to continue screwing after the war, so that this measure could be implemented.

The slaves happily joined the Astra Militarum, and even some of the Astra Militarum were interested in becoming slaves.

This directly led to the political commissar's interview room and the small dark room where people were held in solitary confinement being full in the first few days after the policy was implemented.

But putting aside other things, this at least added about 300,000 troops to the Astra Militarum. With these people to assist in the defense, the Astra Militarum could finally free up its hands to deal with the greenskins scattered in the wilderness.

They dispatched small forces, with Chimera armored personnel carriers equipped with flamethrowers as the backbone, to gradually wipe out those small orc tribes.

But the orcs were too fast to run, and the small number of Astra Militarum forces had to use flamethrowers to repeatedly clean up every inch of land covered with mushrooms. This made their efficiency in clearing out the orcs extremely low.

This is not surprising, after all, being able to survive is the greatest characteristic of orcs.

In the Battle of Armageddon in 40K, humanity defeated nearly a hundred million greenskins in just two years. But even Commissar Yarrick, the orc god of slaying, spent another twenty years after those two years to completely wipe out the remaining greenskins on the planet.

According to Leon's estimate, before the two warlords arrived, they could clear out about one million greenskins at most.