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

The several Rhino troop carriers following behind were not much worse. Since they observed that the aliens had no long-range weapons before they got close, the combat nuns who were still in the cabins simply left the cabins while the vehicles were still moving and climbed onto the roofs with the help of the magnetic parts on the soles of their feet.

They were either standing or half-crouching, using the flamethrowers hanging under the guns to clear out the surrounding enemy forces, letting out a smell that was not sure whether it was barbecue or something burning.

But compared to the so-called 1st Company of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment, the combat nuns are still relatively gentle.

Judging from the size of the vehicles, this "company" has nearly a thousand people and is luxuriously equipped. All the infantry ride in Chimera infantry fighting vehicles - none of these eighty or ninety Chimeras are equipped with standard laser cannons.

Even if we ignore the turrets and only count the additional machine guns installed on the hull and roof, this company already has nearly two hundred heavy bombs that can be mobilized at any time.

Moreover, at the forefront as armored spearheads were more than thirty Leman Russ tanks and a dozen Castellan robots.

When these weapons fired in unison, more than 100,000 heavy bombs were launched at the orc cannon fodder in just one minute.

The power of fully equipped mechanized troops was revealed at this moment.

The targets of slaughter were reversed in an instant, and the orcs standing in dense formations were cut down like wheat blown by the wind. At the same time, every shell fired by more than 30 large-caliber cannons could tear a large number of orcs within a circle into pieces.

The cannon fodder, which was a disaster for the tribesmen, met a fate just as they had described when they faced the well-prepared Astra Militarum.

This situation is further exacerbated as a large number of infantry leave the infantry fighting vehicles.

Zhang Ge also discovered why the first company was reorganized so quickly.

Among the hundreds of Astra Militarum infantrymen who got off the vehicles, not a single one looked even slightly younger.

The deputy regiment commander had apparently roughly crammed all the veterans or the most capable fighters into the first company to use as a mobile force before the reorganization was completed. These people were obviously the so-called trustworthy ones.

Although they were still wearing bulletproof armor, they were all equipped with hell guns.

This powerful weapon undoubtedly brought endless surprises to the greenskins. Not only could a single beam of light blow off their heads, but it could also fire fully automatically at an extremely high rate of fire. Due to the user's superb skills, the light network formed by hundreds of Hell Guns even surpassed heavy bombs in killing efficiency for a time.

Infantry and armored vehicles advanced together. Judging from their momentum, their goal was not even to break through and rescue Zhang Ge and others, but to directly annihilate the aliens in front of them.

ps: Today’s second chapter is a few minutes past midnight.

ps2: An hour later I realized that I forgot to change a small ending, so I made a temporary modification.

Chapter 143: Defeating the Enemy and Defending

ps: The ending of the first version of the previous chapter was corrected an hour after it was first published because I forgot to modify it.

In front of the army, the number of orcs is incalculable... Perhaps some people have no concrete idea of ​​the number of orcs that can stand next to each other and still fill every space in sight, so let me give you a simple example.

If we take 100 billion humans as an example, standing together at this density, they can only occupy a square of about 50 kilometers by 50 kilometers.

Right now, the orcs are spreading almost without any gaps to the distant sand dunes, and their number is at least tens of millions.

At this moment, boundless is not an exaggeration, but an objective description of the scene.

Even if thousands of orcs were being killed by lasers, explosive bombs and artillery shells every second at this moment, even if those orc cannon fodders were killed standing there without any resistance, it would take two or three hours to reduce such a huge number to zero.

What's even more terrifying is that although these orcs are just cannon fodder now, they don't even need any training. As long as they are allowed to develop for a period of time, they will become serious orc reserve forces and can become regular troops after taking up weapons.

Of course, the fact that such a terrifying number of people can be gathered together and even under unified command is definitely not because the greenskins have a perfect system, but is basically maintained by the magical existence of the "Greenskin Boss".

The boss is not only the most capable one among a group of orcs, but also the core of their collective actions. Even if the scale is as large as a kingdom or even an empire, the greenskins will definitely have a boss among bosses as the core, a super orc BOSS.

As long as this super boss is not dead, countless orcs will be able to unite and enthusiastically throw themselves into every battle.

However, correspondingly, once he dies, the orcs under his command will soon fall apart, either fighting each other until a new boss who can command the support of the people is elected, or simply continuing this divided situation.

Now, although the orc boss on this planet is not dead, he certainly has no interest in leading a team to hunt sandworms himself. After a group of nearby bosses were hunted down by the Valkyries, the control over the surrounding orcs was severely weakened.

This is also the reason why the First Company dared to aim to annihilate the orc cannon fodder when facing them in numbers far exceeding theirs.

Perhaps under normal circumstances, these cannon fodders would return to the control of their own bosses after fighting to their satisfaction, but it is obvious that the First Company will not give them this "normal" opportunity.

If we inflict enough damage on the orc boss while his control is reduced, they might just flee.

After their rout, it was only a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.

However, just as the First Company began to spread out their forces to extend the battle line, Zhang Ge's voice rang out from the sound array:

"Don't advance rashly. The number of orc main forces is unknown. Defeat the enemy forces surrounding the defense line and then switch to defense. Use the outer circle of sandbags as a foundation and build a position outward."

Using mechanized troops to fight a static battle is usually not a good choice, but the problem is that the regular orc army is not far away.

Although these thousand men were all elite, it was still within their capabilities to defeat these cannon fodders. To provoke and actively destroy the enemy's main force was basically seeking death.

The officers and soldiers of the First Company naturally had no intention of questioning this decision. After regrouping the troops and dividing them into several spearheads, with Leman Russ as the spearhead and following the nuns, the First Company embedded itself into the green tide.

All kinds of light and heavy weapons roared, the sound of bombs and laser explosions were endless, and wherever they passed, there was a sea of ​​blood and piles of corpses.

Although the overall speed of the troops was not fast in order to match the speed of the infantry, they firmly crushed all enemies blocking their path.

With one hundred thousand more corpses every minute, under this level of casualties, the remaining orc cannon fodder gradually realized that if they continued to fight, they would probably be killed by these new green shrimps.

But at this moment, after losing overall constraints, according to the orcs' level of organization, it is impossible to organize a unified assault again.

The greenskins who originally wanted to continue fighting with the green shrimps found that the shrimps and their carts were everywhere, and there were gunshots everywhere.

The thought of escaping gradually emerged in their minds.

Fighting is fun, yes, but if you’re killed before you can even get close to someone, isn’t that just courting death?

The orcs were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that they would not be able to fight more and bigger battles in the future.

When this atmosphere spreads, the momentum becomes unstoppable.

Large numbers of orcs began to leave the battlefield screaming, scattering in groups or walking alone, fleeing in the opposite direction of their attack.

According to Zhang Ge's previous instructions, the First Company did not pursue the orcs any further. Instead, after defeating them and recaptured a circle of sandbags, they dispersed the team and began to build a simple defense line eight kilometers long and two kilometers deep with this as the core, protecting the construction site behind this line of defense.

Time was too tight. According to Zhang Ge's intelligence, the main force of the enemy was right in front of them. In this desert terrain, the soldiers didn't even have time to dig trenches. They could only dig out small holes that were big enough for them to curl up in.

Heavy indirect firepower occupied the reverse slope of the dunes, while heavy direct firepower was deployed on the high ground, with the firepower crossing as much as possible...

There wasn't even time for the leading officer to come and get acquainted with Zhang Ge. After repelling the orcs, the entire First Company seamlessly immersed itself in the intense construction of the defense line.

In contrast, the nuns were not arranged to the front line of defense because of their small number, but came to the vicinity of Zhang Ge and others.

At this time, the construction machinery had started again and continued to work intensively under the guidance of the mechanical servants. On the sand covered with green-skinned corpses, limbs and blood, this small circle of pure land was particularly conspicuous.

The surviving tribesmen gathered together on the sand, which was also filled with blood but at least there were no green-skinned corpses.

There are only a few hundred of them left now, and only a few of their walkers are left.

Seeing that the regular orc army showed no signs of launching an attack for the time being, Zhang Ge decided to deal with the matters concerning these tribesmen first.

After a brief discussion with the others for a minute or two, he came to the exhausted crowd and asked:

"Who can represent the tribe now?"

They looked at the faces around them that were as tired as their own, but no one stood up to answer.

Zhang Ge did not urge him. After more than ten seconds of silence, someone pointed somewhere behind Zhang Ge.

ps2: Oh, I forgot to tell you the sad news. I could have gotten a long novel recommendation before, but I thought it would reach 3 words on Friday. As a result, it reached words before Friday, which was short of the standard, so the recommendation was postponed to next week.

Chapter 144: This Child Has the Talent of a Space Warrior

Zhang Ge looked in the direction of the other party's finger and saw several tribesmen who led their men into the pile of green-skinned corpses after the nuns and the First Company launched the assault. Their robes had long been dyed dark red, with hardened blood clots stuck everywhere.

The person being pointed out was one of the leading men. Zhang Ge was no stranger to him. Not long ago, the two had fought side by side. He was the leader of the tribal guards.

The tribesmen were carrying several bags and two sets of Sun-type Void Combat Armor. When the leader realized he was being pointed at and Zhang Ge glanced at him, he roughly understood what was happening and took the initiative to say:

"Excuse me, is there anything else?"

There was only a hint of sadness on his face, but as soon as they looked at each other, Zhang Ge noticed the numbness caused by excessive pain hidden beneath the sadness.

"What is your relationship with the chief and the priest?"

"I am the chief's second son and the captain of the guards. Thanks to your protection, I was able to escape."

Of course, Zhang Ge would not ask where the others were. After all, in this situation, the meaning of not showing up was already obvious.

He said directly:

"If you are willing to accept, I can offer you two choices. First, follow our team. Upon arrival, we will place you in the hive city...that is, within those metal mountains. I can provide each survivor of the tribe with a monthly living allowance."

Zhang Ge made this arrangement after considering his own influence. Even with only the throne coins he could raise now, it was more than enough to meet this condition.

"Secondly, if you continue to stay in the desert, I will provide you with a batch of basic military equipment, trucks, related supplies, and some throne coins for 2,000 people at once. This is enough for you to ensure your survival and even further development."

To be fair, neither condition was superior given the sacrifices they made and the gains they defended.

But Zhang Ge could not make any more guarantees. After all, he was just a "colonel commander" now. He would have to apply to the current United Parliament of Akaolan for the transfer of supplies and weapons.

Let’s not talk about whether they would agree if the number is large. To put it cruelly, it would be putting the cart before the horse if compensating the tribesmen affected the defense deployment of Akaolan.

Although there are undoubtedly insects among the people being transported, it must be admitted that whether Akaolan and his group can successfully reach the Hyperion section will affect the lives and even survival of hundreds of millions of refugees.

The person opposite listened quietly to what Zhang Ge said, but did not agree immediately. Instead, he confirmed:

"My father and the high priest were willing to make sacrifices not for compensation. If you are giving us gifts for this reason... please take them back."

This statement is not empty talk. If the sacrifice of the two people was denied from the very beginning, then the people who sacrificed for this would never be able to find peace even in death.

The tribe has not yet reached the point where it needs to sacrifice its dead to survive. Food, water, bones, and metals used as materials for walkers are everywhere, and most of the weapons are not damaged.

Although there are many casualties, let's put aside our mourning for them for now. From a realistic point of view, with these things, it is only a matter of time before the tribe recovers and even expands further.

Zhang Ge certainly understood his concerns. After hearing this, he shook his head and said:

"This isn't a reward for choosing responsibility, but compensation for the sacrifices you made by keeping your promise."

Reward and compensation, one is from the starting point backward, the other is from the result forward, the difference of just one word makes a world of difference.

After hearing this, he nodded and continued:

"Thank you for your understanding... but could you please extend a little more grace and allow each of us to choose for ourselves where we want to go."

"no problem."

This request is not excessive. At most, the amount of one-time compensation will need to be negotiated later.

After obtaining permission, he walked towards the tribesmen, and without taking off his blood-stained robe, he put on the scarred combat armor with the help of several tribesmen beside him - the same set that the chief had worn before.

He said loudly:

"According to sacred tradition, when the tribe is in danger and the chief dies, the direct bloodline bears the responsibility. My brothers have all died in the bloody battle just now, so now it is up to me to inherit this heavy responsibility and exercise the power that comes with it."

"Now, those who are willing to walk with the gods, stand on my left hand side. You will be protected for life. Those who are willing to stay and continue the tribe, stand on my right hand side. You will continue the history of the tribe with me."

Including more than 300 people who were unable to move and did not participate in the battle, such as infants, there are now more than 800 remaining tribesmen.

More than 700 of them hesitated and finally stood on his left hand, while only about 100 people were willing to go with him.

This is not difficult to understand.

He thought so as he looked at the eyes of the people standing on his left.

Those compatriots are now not only afraid of fighting, they are even afraid of the desert itself. The shadow cast by this green tide on them is too heavy, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for them to get out of it even if they spend their entire lives.

A few words could not dispel such fear; they could only get rid of it themselves. So, although he felt a little sad about this, he did not try to persuade them. He just nodded as a farewell and turned to Zhang Ge and continued:

"The results are as you can see. Please treat them well."

Zhang Ge looked at him and replied:

"Ah."

Then he continued:

"I can tell you'd make a good leader."

Under that strong sense of déjà vu, Zhang Ge finally said this sentence.

He felt like he was at the beginning of some work, with a protagonist whose entire family was wiped out in front of him, and his position was to be an NPC who was responsible for exclaiming that the protagonist's son had the qualities to be a space warrior.

Patting the other person on the shoulder, Zhang Ge told Amelia to leave a few nuns to maintain order, and then began to lead the group towards the defense line that was being built.

After such a long time, the enemy neither launched an attack nor carried out a second round of artillery fire, and there was not even any sign of reconnaissance. This was very unusual, and he needed to go and confirm it in person.

You have to know that the people on the other side are Orcs. When they move, we can predict it, but when they don't move, we don't know what they are planning to do or what big plan they have.

ps: I’m going to be back to early morning 8 tomorrow, I’m so happy, but I feel like my corpse is a little uncomfortable with such an active life.

Chapter 145: Troop Deployment, Battle with a Huge Disadvantage