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

However, just as his thoughts were running through his mind, a dull sound of a laser gunshot exploded from his ears, and the red beam shattered the head of the deserter running in the front.

The chief spoke in a loud voice to the shaken people:

"Today, fighting still offers a chance of survival, while fleeing means death. I know some people cling to hope, hoping to survive for every second. So, I will shatter this hope."

Compared to the priest, his way of thinking is much more realistic:

If they persisted, there was still hope of waiting for reinforcements, so that some people could survive, but escaping would basically mean death. Even he had no confidence that he could survive in the vast sea of ​​sand after being chased to exhaustion by the Orcs.

Therefore, the only option to allow more people to survive is to fight.

And if anyone threatens this only hopeful option, he or she becomes an enemy that threatens the survival of the vast majority of humanity.

Since they are enemies, there is no need to say what decisions need to be made.

The chief spoke half a sentence in order to make his voice louder than usual. Those who were wavering, either because they were threatened with execution or because they were really convinced, suppressed the idea of ​​running away for a moment.

It also gave him time to say his second sentence:

"You can kill me and then continue to run, but even if you can kill me, even if you can outrun the Green Tide, can you kill a celestial being who can outrun flying? Then you will still be dead!"

Although the volume could not cover the entire position even at the maximum, in places where the sound could not be heard, one could see that after the deserters were shot, the position near the chief gradually calmed down.

The effect of the forced suppression was evident, and the speed at which the defense line, which had been shaken to the point of collapse, slowed down slightly.

Yes, it just slowed down the collapse.

The Orcs will not show mercy after hearing your speech. Even if all of them fight to the death, their defensive capabilities will reach their peak, let alone a group of frightened tribesmen?

Amid the clash of gunfire and weapons, the casualties had already crossed the 30% death line.

Thirty percent may not seem like much, but the actual battle scene is likely to be like this:

If a corps has a total of ten companies, two of which are responsible for rear support, and the logistics personnel of each regiment add up to about two companies, there are only six companies of real front-line combat personnel.

Now, the first and second companies rushed forward and only the logistics were left, so they were disbanded. The third and fourth companies rushed forward, half of them died, and most of the remaining ones were missing limbs. Now it is your turn, the fifth and sixth companies, to fill the defense line.

Fortunately, the troops now deployed to the defense line are all combatants, so even if they are just a group of mobilized civilians, they can withstand a 30% casualty rate without losing their combat capability when they have to fight to the death.

But even though they knew they would most likely die if they didn't fight, for a group of civilians, physiology couldn't be easily overcome by willpower.

They have reached their limit.

The stench of orcs, the smell of blood, the dismembered bodies of relatives and friends, and the despair of wanting to do something but being unable to do anything.

In the atmosphere that symbolized death and eternal sleep that permeated the surroundings, some people began to collapse to the ground due to weakness in their hands and feet.

Not only the psychological but also the physical limits are challenging their nerves.

The continuous impact of recoil and the exhaustion from swinging weapons with all their strength drained all the energy in their bodies. Some elderly people even died suddenly from the double impact.

The first point of collapse in the defense line soon appeared, followed by the second, and then, like a dam suddenly collapsing under a flood, the entire defense line completely collapsed.

The scene turned into a massacre, and in the surging green tide, only a few scattered resistances continued.

One of them was Zhang Ge, Dominica and Isis who led the imperial guards. They formed a circle and reduced the width of the battle, so that the number of orcs who could rush to them at the same time was limited, making the situation temporarily controllable.

The other places rely on the mobile defense lines of the remaining walkers. The people on the walkers only need to defend the area around the walking legs, which is relatively energy-saving and allows them to continue to persevere.

As for other places, there was nothing but wailing and blood. If someone had time, they could pull the fuse of the bomb hanging on their body and take away a group of orcs to be buried with them. But if they didn't have time, they could only be torn and ravaged like dolls among the orcs.

The green aliens had happy smiles on their faces, but they were chewing broken skulls and a few eyeballs in their mouths. At the same time, they pulled out the intestines from the chests and abdomens of people who were cut in half but still alive and stuffed them into their mouths.

They do not have any moral bottom line according to human standards, and they are not even the same species as humans. They will not understand a mother and child who want to protect each other, nor will they understand brothers who desperately apologize to each other at the last moment.

In their eyes, it was nothing more than "this shrimp" and "that shrimp", and they didn't mind using their big hands to pinch the heads of the two brothers, and then squeeze them inwards, just like squeezing two watermelons casually to make them burst with a mixture of various liquids.

If you witness such a scene with your own eyes, it is hard not to associate the word "alien" with the deepest hatred. It is also not difficult to understand why even Space Marines, who are known for their rationality, find it difficult to remain rational when facing aliens.

However, even in this desperate situation, the situation did not turn around like in a fairy tale.

The sound of engines in the distance was getting closer, but they were not reinforcements, but the regular orc army who could no longer hold back and wanted to join the battlefield. They drove various garbage trucks, mainly motorcycles, and began to rush towards the battlefield with roars and shouts.

ps: It’s been a long time since I wrote in the early morning x2, and I continue to ask for votes.

Chapter 141 The Final Blow

As the sound of orc vehicles rang out in the distance, a small black dot emerged from the clouds and began to fly rapidly downwards.

Before the excited pilots could take a closer look at what that thing was, several stick-like objects approached and enlarged from an imperceptible thin line to a shape visible to the naked eye at an even faster speed.

That was the anti-tank missile launched by the Valkyrie.

The attack from the sky was almost overhead when it was discovered. The orcs' guns banged and shot some flashing projectiles into the sky, but before they could form an effective interception network, it was broken through.

The bullets attacking the roof hit the weakest part of the top of the tanks of various shapes. The landing point was so accurate to the weak point that it was hard to imagine that the attack was carried out from such a distance.

In the sudden explosion and the flames that swept everywhere in and outside the vehicle body, the randomly piled ammunition caused a second explosion. The flames spewed upwards, and even the connecting parts like the turret were pushed more than ten meters high by the shock wave. The fate of the crew inside was naturally needless to say.

Following closely behind the anti-tank missiles were naturally a large number of rockets, which could be called dense. The launch nests, spewing flames without intervals, launched batches of rockets at the motorcycle team that was chasing each other.

A large number of explosions followed closely after those chain reaction explosions. The rockets that were supposed to be used for covering strikes landed accurately on the heads of different motorcycles. There was basically no overflow of firepower, and the rockets mounted on a single machine far exceeded the firepower, creating a fire carpet with entangled flames.

Various parts were scattered everywhere, internal organs and flesh were flying, and the overflowing fuel was ignited into a blazing flame.

The team that had been able to gather together just now was instantly shattered. The orcs called out to each other, only to find that several leaders who had come with the army had all died in the previous attack.

This was an attack window bought with the blood of countless people. After the orc regular army, which could no longer hold back, began to act, the positions of their bosses became particularly obvious.

And the Valkyrie did not let this sacrifice go to waste, she completed the planned plan perfectly... or even exceeded expectations.

In the recent attack, hundreds of orc motorcycles and several chariots were reduced to complete wreckage and scrap metal, and several times more vehicles suffered varying degrees of damage.

This group of orcs who valued speed paid a price for their choice. Although the thin-skinned vehicles were very fast, they were basically equivalent to an aluminum can that could be torn apart at will compared to the fighter jets' ground-to-ground rockets and missiles.

Of course, the number of orcs is extremely large, and this loss is less than one percent of their total number of vehicles, and the casualties caused are just a drop in the bucket for all orcs.

However, what was fatal to the herd was that the upward momentum that had been formed was suddenly interrupted, and several bosses also lost contact.

However, this alone is far from enough to repel the orcs. Even if they are temporarily in chaos, the orc cannon fodder close to the position is enough to break the defense line. This only temporarily slows down the pace of these regular troops.

The Valkyrie, having cleared its mounts, had no intention of fighting, but flew back to the position and began to assist in defense with multi-barreled laser cannons and the grenade launchers on both sides of the body. Rounds of lasers and explosive bombs fell and hit the orcs that had already crossed the position.

The laser cannons that were powerful enough to tear through the armor of light vehicles easily shredded their flesh. For a moment, the laser cannons that fired non-stop in the air even had an effect comparable to that of several grenade launchers. Moreover, since these orcs were not equipped with long-range weapons, they had no way to deal with the huge iron bird hanging in the air.

Although it only blocked their advance and was far from enough to suppress the offensive, with the help of the mechanical servants driving engineering machinery in the rear, about one-third of the remaining tribesmen escaped the front line of contact with the orcs and were able to return to the rear to regroup temporarily.

The mechanical servants connected various engineering vehicles end to end to form an ellipse around the worm, and used the various mechanical arms on their bodies to hold sharpened ceramic steel sticks and other things to engage in a fight with the rushing orcs.

Although these non-military mecha servants had no combat skills and only wielded their weapons by force, fortunately, the enemies were also just reckless men who relied solely on brute force, and most of them did not even have any suitable weapons in their hands. With the vehicles as "city walls", the mecha servants did not even fall into a disadvantage for a while.

They need to delay a little longer, a little longer.

In the distance, a small group of motorcycles of the regular orc army appeared on the sand dunes, but now they did not rush up directly, but seemed to be observing something.

After the chaos of the previous attack had barely subsided, the other orc bosses had learned their lesson. They deployed the various weapons mounted on the convoy and established a simple offensive position.

Then, what they have to do now is to take revenge on those insidious shrimps.

This was also Zhang Ge's final blow.

From the very beginning, the priest and the chief were always in the most conspicuous place, riding on the largest walker, while everyone else, even Zhang Ge, was engaged in the front-line battle.

When the defense line collapsed, Zhang Ge and his group moved to the bottom of the two people with the remaining tribal guards, protecting the more than ten-meter-high walker in the middle to resist the surging orc army.

So even now, the two of them haven't started fighting—they haven't even moved.

This situation did not change until the enemy motorcycle squad began to conduct reconnaissance.

The huge sail suddenly inflated, making the already extremely tall body of the huge walker even taller. The restraints on the necks of the bound mutants below injected them with a huge dose of nerve drugs.

The huge bone-white monster began to move, and with a slight tremor, it crushed out from between the open teams and rushed into the sea formed by the orcs.

That’s right, Zhang Ge himself, Amelia, Heloise, and the two chiefs, the four core players on the field at the moment are the four beacons of the final blow.

After the orcs' boss was killed by the firepower coverage, it was almost certain that they would launch a retaliatory counterattack, and this counterattack would of course be targeted - the target would not be those trembling shrimps, but the dangerous big guys who could match their boss.

Among them, in the eyes of the orcs, the chiefs and priests who have not taken action but can still command other powerful big guys are of course the most important ones.

They are not strong, and even if they do not personally participate in the battlefield, they will not cause much impact, but they can make the tribesmen who make up the vast majority of the population obey their commands from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, their task was to give orders without moving, so that the orcs would make the judgment that "it's so dangerous and the two bosses haven't left yet, these shrimps must have some shady tricks like the ones they just did". These people would most likely be the targets of the subsequent counterattack.

With this judgment and the Valkyrie's plan as a reference, the most feasible means of retaliation is undoubtedly to launch a heavy firepower attack.

Sure enough, not long after, in the distant sky, various projectiles of the Orc regular army's counterattack began to fall from the sky with inconsistent trajectories, including large Orc hand-operated missiles piloted by fart spirits.

It is true that there are still a large number of orc cannon fodder around the four landing points...but the reason why cannon fodder is called cannon fodder is because even by the standards of orcs, their status is extremely low.

What's more, the fire attack was not aimed at them, and the accidental injuries would only hurt the cannon fodder around the group of big guys. Those orcs would have died under the weapons of the big guys anyway, so what difference would it make if they died under their own artillery shells?

But obviously, the orcs overestimated the accuracy of their own artillery strikes, and also overestimated the judgment ability of the orc cannon fodder after their boss in the rear died.

The orcs in the front looked at the large number of shells falling from the rear in confusion. Half of them were concentrated in four places, and the other half simply scattered into the herd.

Fire and shrapnel swept through, and without the restraint of their leader Waaaagh, their simple minds spontaneously judged this attack, which was difficult to identify as friendly fire - there were more enemies in the direction where the shells came from.

The orcs around the landing point of a large number of shells began to turn their guns and collided with other orcs who were still rushing up without knowing the situation. From the moment the first orc impatiently swung his sword at these "colleagues" who were blocking his way, the battle line that had been making progress suddenly fell into chaos.

ps: This chapter is 2.7k, huh, it’s long enough now.

Chapter 142 Everyone Fights

After the first greenskin realized that no boss would beat him up and eat him even if he swung his knife at his companions, chaos began to spread rapidly to the entire cannon fodder team of orcs.

There are cannon fodder leaders who think they are bigger and stronger and gather a group of guys to beat people up everywhere, while there are also those who cannot control their subordinates and are besieged to death.

The orcs just wanted to fight for fun. This idea was so clear and profound in the underdeveloped brains of these lower-level orcs that they didn't really care who their opponent was.

Perhaps this is difficult to understand for humans who regard war as a means to achieve their goals, but if war is regarded as the purpose of every Ork, then their behavior is not difficult to imagine.

In this chaos, the second line of defense formed by engineering vehicles also got a rare chance to breathe.

Compared to those shrimps who have no feeling for fighting and like to stand at a distance and poke themselves with red light, the orcs still prefer to wrestle with their former allies who are within reach and equally strong, and engage in hearty hand-to-hand combat.

Without provoking others, the number of orcs who continue to stick to the defense line has become very small.

The survivors still within the front line undoubtedly breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were out of danger for the time being.

Of course, some people are happy and some are confused.

Zhang Ge, who didn't get hit by a single shell, looked helplessly at the chaos around him.

In the long-range artillery attack just now, the regular orc army did select four targets as expected, but there was a slight error from Zhang Ge's imagination. One of the targets was not him, but a Valkyrie who was flying slowly and mockingly in a hovering mode at a low altitude above the front line.

As for him? He only had a one-handed sword. Even if he could kill one greenskinned guy at a time, the number of greenskinned guys he had killed so far was probably not as many as those killed by a heavy grenade launcher.

What's more, he was surrounded by a bunch of yellow-robed tribal guards and the like. Judging from his performance alone, he was far from meeting the orcs' definition of a big guy.

So, he could only watch the other four places being bombarded and experience the feelings of those green-skinned bosses who were not chosen by Heloise.

After the flames of the explosion gradually dissipated, it was found that three of the four artillery attacks had no effect.

After detecting the shells, the Valkyrie accelerated a little and flew far away from the bombardment area, playing with the orc artillerymen in her hands. She even had the leisure to use multi-barrel laser cannons to intercept some shells that missed and flew into the second line of defense.

Amelia and Heloise have jumping packs. Although it is not as easy as the Valkyrie, it is not difficult to hide.

Only the Chief and his two companions, who had sunk deep into the greenskin wave, had their walkers submerged by artillery fire. Shells tore apart the bone structures, and the shock waves and broken structures caused their giant bodies to fall to the ground.

Although the tribesmen who still had some strength left and later climbed onto the roofs of various construction vehicles to assist in the defense prayed for a miracle, a long time passed and the two men did not stand up again.

They had to accept the fact that in the short period of time just now, they not only lost two-thirds of their tribesmen, but now they also lost the two most prestigious and wise heroes in the tribe.

This made them confused again... Even if they won this time, even if they all survived, what would the tribe do next?

Fortunately, for the time being, the sacrifice of the two was not meaningless. After Zhang Ge and his team retreated to the second line of defense and delayed for a while, Amelia finally received a call from friendly forces on her communicator.

The first communication received was naturally from the nuns, and soon after that came from a unit calling itself the 1st Company of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment.

Is it reorganized so quickly?

You know, before the evacuation began, that is, about two days ago, the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment was still a unit without a specific organization. Considering that this unit, which was nominally a regiment, had tens of thousands of soldiers, it was actually not easy to determine who belonged to which organization in such a short time.

In the distance, the black vehicles driven by the nuns rushed into the pile of greenskins.

Leading the way were three Sacrifice infantry fighting vehicles. These turrets were equipped with two twin-mounted flamethrowers and were highly efficient purifiers that could easily burn any surrounding aliens into charcoal.