As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Seeing that the two had no intention of asking questions out of curiosity, Zhang Ge said with a slightly bored look:

"The Mechanicus... Oh, those people in red clothes with metal bodies attached to their bodies are working on that sandworm. If you've come into contact with them, you should know how stubborn they are in this regard."

After hearing this result, the two looked at each other, and then the chief asked:

"Why would they be interested in sandworms?"

"You don't mind?"

"Mind, mind what?"

Zhang Ge was a little confused, and after further questioning, he realized that their attitude towards the sandworms, their "agents", was different from what he had imagined. The tribe believed that they were a super-large mobile resource package sent down to earth by their gods.

Don't get angry at ordinary times, but if you really can't make ends meet, or if you encounter a death, just make the best use of it.

What's more, it is being used by the gods now. Maybe it is to take the sandworm back to the kingdom of God. What is there to mind?

"In that case, change direction. There's construction work ahead, and changing direction with these... transportation options won't be easy."

The priest nodded, but the chief frowned and continued:

"Is it right in front? As far as I know, there are sentry posts far away from places where celestial beings exist. Can I ask why this time...?"

Zhang Ge, who wanted to fool people, was at a loss.

Why can't you be a little slower like the NPCs in the games, and just answer what I say.

I can only answer truthfully:

"As you can see, they didn't bring that many guards."

Hearing this, the priest, who was about to leave, stopped and turned back. He reached under his robe and pulled out a thick ancient book. He continued:

"Hold on."

He turned to the last few pages, read them word by word, closed the book after a moment, and exchanged a few words with the chief in a language that Zhang Ge could not understand.

The two men's expressions changed several times before finally returning to calm. The priest continued:

"Then, according to the ancient agreement, Celestial Being, we will provide you with assistance."

How ancient is this ancient agreement? Is it necessary to be so strict?

Zhang Ge complained in his heart that the noble who had casually signed the "ancient agreement" with this group of tribesmen several generations ago might not be dead yet.

Until the priest took off his heavy robe.

The carapace inside was revealed.

The surface of this carapace has almost faded in color. By the standards of imperial armaments, it is definitely weathered to be worn to this extent.

However, although the surface has almost faded to iron gray, the golden emblem on its neck guard has not faded at all and still shines brightly in the sunlight.

This shape... is very distinctive and difficult to mistake.

It is the Sun-type Void Combat Armor.

It once served in the Solar Auxiliary Army and served as the standard protective gear for these elite mortals who fought in the starry sea during the Great Crusade.

In the past, they were considered to be a combat force second only to the Astartes Legion in terms of combat efficiency.

And now, countless generations of their descendants, inheriting the weapons of their predecessors, once again stand before the empire.

Zhang Ge did not respond at the first moment, but performed the Sky Eagle Salute.

Even though the other party was not a soldier, as a member of the Astra Militarum, they still had to show some respect, even if it was only for the armor that continued to serve the Empire ten thousand years later.

It is indeed old-fashioned when you say that. Zhang Ge took back his previous complaints.

And this also explains why the planetary governor did not capture these turbulent factors and strong laborers and bring them back to the hive to exploit them severely.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Zhang Ge felt a mix of emotions for a moment.

On the one hand, they did prevent Zhang Ge from seeking death, but on the other hand, Zhang Ge personally did not have any ill feelings towards these people.

Just like every time Zhang Ge finished a battle, even though he didn't die, he would always praise his comrades. Not dying did make him feel regretful and annoyed, but he didn't really hate those who were willing to die so that he could live because of these things.

Seeing the priest take off his robe, the chief also revealed the combat armor under his robe. There was even an emblem on his suit that looked like an officer's mark, but Zhang Ge couldn't recognize what level it was.

The current scene is somewhat similar to you holding a gun and preparing to die bravely on the anti-Japanese front, and then a few old men come out from the side, holding single-molecule stone axes from the Xia Dynasty in their hands, and tell you that their ancestors were vassals of the Xia King, and now the Central Plains are suffering, so they must abide by the ancient agreement and fight with you.

The priest continued:

"Although I could tell from the visions in the sky and the unusual movements on earth that this day was approaching, I never expected it to arrive before I was buried in the yellow sands. It's a good thing, dying in this way has not let down the Emperor's wishes for our ancestors."

Zhang Ge replied:

"Generally speaking, after all this time, how close is the green tide?"

"Very close, I'm afraid it's right behind us now."

After thinking about it, Zhang Ge comforted her:

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. Reinforcements are on the way and will arrive soon. Even if they follow us, we only need to hold out for a short while."

The priest shook his head:

"maybe."

At this time, as the other walkers continued to move forward, they had become the end of the team. These bone-white machines took heavy but not slow steps, some of them like creatures made of bones.

After today, how many people will be able to stand in the sea of ​​sand like they are now?

Shaking his head and putting these thoughts aside, Zhang Ge asked the two people who were still on the back of the sand dune to return to the construction site first through communication, and told Yolanda to withdraw some of the mechanical servants to build the position.

Wait, speaking of Yolanda, didn’t she just say “sandworms” before?

The somewhat tragic atmosphere was interrupted by this sudden thought. Zhang Ge sighed slightly, got on the walker at their invitation, and moved forward with them.

Not far behind the crowd, some creatures who inexplicably smelled a bigger fight, a bigger bloodbath, and a bigger Waaaaaaagh became even more excited.

Even the small cars they were driving, which were capable of speeding, sped up a bit faster. The roar that came out from the big boss's huge teeth was accompanied by a large amount of response, which echoed in the empty desert like the sound of a tsunami.

It is hard to imagine that the greening of the desert can be achieved in such an alternative way. This dense and long torrent like a surging tide is wrapping around the place they are going to.

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Chapter 137 Green Tide

Zhang Ge and others did not have much time left, but fortunately the mechanical servants were extremely efficient and built a defense line consisting of simple bunkers around them in a very short time.

Of course, this is limited to piling up a circle of sandbags.

After crossing the defense line and arriving inside the construction site, the chief looked at the sandworms lying on the ground and said in amazement:

"This is the first time I've seen a sandworm of this length."

“Is it rare?”

"Yes, although it is recorded that our ancestors saw sandworms over a thousand meters long when the tribe was first established, the largest I have ever seen was only over four hundred and fifty meters long. The average sandworm should be around four hundred meters long."

Zhang Ge corrected him seriously after hearing this:

"No, it's the biggest one I've seen before."

While a few people were chatting briefly, more than a hundred walkers of various sizes had been deployed behind the defense line.

The number of people in this tribe was similar to what Zhang Ge had estimated. There were more than 1,700 of them in total. Except for those who had no ability to move, most people, from six-year-old children to eighty-year-old elders, were mobilized.

However, despite this, there are only more than 1,400 troops, which is just a drop in the ocean compared to the number of greenskins. Fortunately, their goal is not to defeat the enemy, but to hold on until reinforcements arrive.

At this moment, while the troops were deployed and trying to further strengthen the defense line, Zhang Ge took the priest and the chief to have a brief acquaintance with Yolanda and others who were deep in the construction site, and also had a tactical discussion here.

Somewhat surprisingly, the chief even knew Isis.

After further investigation, Zhang Ge learned that after landing, Isis participated in a large-scale gladiatorial contest among the desert tribes, and even won second place in her first participation.

At the end of the discussion, Zhang Ge raised a question:

"How many people in your tribe possess this kind of armor like you?"

The priest replied:

"There are only two of us, but according to records, if we don't take into account lost or damaged items, the tribes throughout the desert should have more than 1,200 sets."

Zhang Ge nodded.

This happens to be a strategic combat unit of the Solar Auxiliary Army.

Just as everyone confirmed their mission with each other and were about to disperse, unexpected reinforcements arrived.

In the sky, a Valkyrie fighter broke through the clouds, descended from the sky, and slowly landed on the open ground.

Inside were Amelia and others, and even a full cabin of heavy weapons such as heavy bombs.

So fast?

It’s not that I doubt the Valkyrie’s speed, but Amelia and the others shouldn’t be so anxious.

After all, they didn't know that something would rush towards them as soon as they left, so there was no need to ride a Valkyrie to rush over.

"Amelia?"

The other party nodded and responded:

"The Crash Land is being besieged by Orcs. I'm worried this place might be affected, so I rushed here with some heavy equipment."

"Is there any danger over there?"

Zhang Ge felt like a fart spirit whose toes had been kicked. Why was it that he always missed it when he was on a mission?

"That's not the case. The Titans were there and could easily destroy their leaders and heavy equipment. There was also the anti-aircraft firepower of the ships, so it was just a one-sided massacre."

"That's good."

After saying something with double meaning, Zhang Ge's heart, which had been about to end, felt better.

"These people can be trusted. Let's distribute the equipment everywhere... No, it would be better to place them directly on the walkers."

This sentence was said to both Amelia and the chief.

After several people nodded, the heavy weapons loaded in the cabin were quickly loaded onto the walkers with the assistance of the servitors.

Time passed by every second, and one could feel the scorching heat of the desert penetrating deeper into one's bones as time went by. Not long after the deployment was basically completed, countless rolling sands, accompanied by something in the distance, appeared in sight.

Not only the visuals, but also waves of meaningless roars were transmitted to the senses. The Waaaagh shouts that were hard to forget once heard revealed the identity of the enemy.

"Prepare for bombardment."

The Valkyrie also brought several squad mortars, but unfortunately there was no time to train these desert dwellers in how to use them, so they could only let them fire at fixed locations according to the firing table.

boom.

This is the sound of a mortar shell the size of a strong soldier's forearm being placed in the barrel and fired.

The dust was blown away from under the base by the recoil.

Due to lack of training, only the first round could be called a volley, and the subsequent shooting basically entered a state of each shooting at each other.

As expected, rounds of artillery fire were directed towards the enemy on the distant horizon. The faint sound of explosions did not suppress the orcs' war cries, but even made them more excited.

This also shows that their numbers far exceed what can be imagined in conventional combat.

A few squad mortars may not sound like a lot, but in fact, the firing rate of each gun can reach dozens of rounds per minute. If used properly, it can even suppress the charge of an entire infantry battalion on relatively flat terrain.

If the enemy is in a dense formation with only three or four meters between them, one shot can kill four or five people.

However, despite being mentally prepared, when the orcs actually appeared on the distant sand dunes, Zhang Ge had to admit that he had greatly underestimated their number.

Shoulder to shoulder has become an adjective at this moment.

Those greenskins with excited smiles on their faces were crowded together, without considering the so-called combat width at all. Even in terms of the infantry formations of the cold weapon era, they seemed too dense.

And then, Zhang Ge found that he had to admit that this was not stupid, but was their maximum use of combat width.

A long green line dyed the distant sand color and gradually spread out. The Orks who were rubbing against each other and were covered with muscles were hardly wearing a piece of cloth, and not many of them even had weapons.

Judging from their armaments, their status should be similar to cannon fodder, only higher than fart spirits. If it is a one-on-one fight at a long distance, a civilian with a laser gun can easily kill them.