In the face of this orc Khan, who was more than two heads taller than himself, and a great warrior who was resolute and never flinched, the legion commander Roga Dorn was the first to charge. The Fist of the Empire's legion speed followed his pace, filling the huge void in the battlefield created by these big, orc storm boys with rocket backpacks smashing into the battlefield.

When Dorn's sword collided with Zugstuka's sword, the orc chieftain's large pistol shot a projectile that left only a shallow mark on the solid armor, and the two old rivals fought.

"You're still doing this kind of murder for money, you outlier among the orcs?!"

Going head-to-head with orcs far stronger than himself made even Dorne, who was as strong as the Legion Commander, gasp and sweat, but that didn't stop him from making wild mockery of this "civilized" orc chieftain who didn't seem as savage and primitive as other orcs.

"Drink!"

With a single blow, Zugstuka threw his pistol as if it were a grenade or a sling, but it missed, smashing a large hole in the sand behind Dorne.

"Hehe-hey-you guys aren't just going to have to face my boys this time, but-"

Unfortunately, the smirking orc couldn't continue, and had to parry Dorne's faster and faster attacks, but the cunning mercenary could already guess what Dorn saw behind him.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu—"

With the roar of the engine, the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs, one of the main forces of the reinforcements, rushed directly into the battlefield under the personal leadership of Camille.

As an organization of thieves, intelligence traffickers, killers, and private armies that exist on a large scale across the continent, this Brotherhood with its headquarters in the eastern desert has shown that the true strength they have accumulated for thousands of years is-

What they have now is money!

Camille's car has been replaced by a new super-heavy armored personnel carrier bought from the Foundry Nation, Riemannus, and dozens of heavy mechanical cannons continue to fire "Hell of Destruction" incendiary bombs, throwing enemies in front of them into the arms of flames, scorching a scorched black and stinking road.

Behind Camille, thousands of vehicles of all kinds carrying countless heavily armed Brotherhood members rushed into the battlefield like galloping cheetahs, and quickly engaged in fierce battles with the enemy in front of them.

"Max!"

With a large-caliber sniper rifle in his hand, Camille easily flew a rushing soldier and roared towards the center of the battlefield, he was sure that he didn't see the man fighting. And he could never have failed to see the glorious fighting posture at that moment.

"Max, we're coming!"

The entire battlefield was divided by the Bitter Springs Brotherhood's army, and a third of the warbands were dragged into hand-to-hand combat with the Brotherhood bandits.

The Brotherhood's warriors leapt straight from their vehicles, steel swords in their hands and red hoods on their heads.

Gorgeous dance-like tactics, these warriors dodge and move in front of their enemies, and ordinary humans can't even understand how these people dodge most of the attacks in this way.

The razor-sharp blade pierced into the cracks of the armor, and each enemy seemed indestructible, but was quickly knocked down, and then became an unimportant part of the bones of the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs.

The vehicle drivers pressed the accelerator pedals of all the vehicles to the bottom, and the engines and engines, or magic energy, and other various energy machines roared angrily, and rushed towards the cavalry regiment in the distance.

The horses of the Sigma Cavalry Regiment were all high-grade horses of the best blood, covered with iron armor all over their bodies, and there were hardly any sharp blades that could break through these almost steel-and-iron mobile fortresses.

Unless it is a direct collision at high speed with a real chariot made of steel and iron bones and a sharp and heavy long large angle of attack.

The cavalry regiment's charge failed for the first time, countless horses were knocked away, and along with the proud knights on horseback, everything was like a dream, and the entire glory of the invincible Sigmar Empire was hit hard in a single day.

In a one-on-one cavalry confrontation, the ancient Astarte cavalry of hundreds of years ago and thousands of years ago almost smashed the front of these noble or self-sustaining noble knights with exquisite coordination and strong willpower, stopped their unstoppable steel cavalry spears, and shattered their heavy armor.

And now, a horde of steam monsters that seemed to come from the future, with terrifying metal ramming horns and speeds that warhorses could never match, directly slammed into these military horses that had begun to become bloodthirsty after years of fighting and killing. This time, these monsters, which could no longer be called horses, finally felt the pain and the feeling of every creature trampled by their iron hooves, and splashed the parched earth for the first time with their own blood, which had begun to turn black and muddy.

"Victory belongs to the Brotherhood!!"

From the car, there were countless brotherly spear warriors who could shout and shoot frantically at the knights who had fallen off their horses and hurriedly got up, and this time, even the knights themselves were no longer calm, and began to show extremely rapid and huge attrition.

"Surround them!"

Ursas Krieger, the head of the Sigmar Empire, rode his own armored warhorse, with a single horn and a monster capable of biting human skulls, the Flesh Ripper, to pursue these insidious enemies who had crushed their own warriors.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, he was left with only the yellow sand raised by the wheels and the arrogant laughter of the drivers.

In terms of mobility and destructive power, it is difficult for a knight composed of humans and horses to compete with an entire shock convoy.

So when these cunning convoys charged back again, they still caused a lot of casualties among the cavalry in the other area, and once again they flew away before Krieg arrived.

The strength of the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs has always been despised, because they are considered a large group of outlaws, sewer dwellers who cannot get on the table, and no country's monarch can afford to look down on them, but they are not easy to manage.

Every nation believed that this group of thieves and robbers could be defeated head-on by gathering their own armies, and had stubbornly believed so for hundreds of years.

This time, the Sigmar Empire was the first litmus test for the entire continent, and for the first time, it faced the wrath of the Bitter Spring Brotherhood that poured out of the nest.

It is conceivable that after this war, as long as it can be spread, no national power will dare to underestimate this organization that is good at petty theft and fragmentation, because they are really strong enough to need anyone to have a little bit of a deep understanding of them.