Ҫ һ :Submit to His ill.

Just when Zhao Xin, the chief manager of Zhao Xin in the training canyon on the continent of Calradia, was busy preparing supplies and transferring to the empty transport plane for the application of Company Commander Severs in the Mokal world, a tragic "ship accident" occurred in space far away from the two galaxies.

A Ronin's most standard big-bellied transport has been knocked down from behind, the engines are all rotten, the broken armor plates have reached the float in the void, and a tattered battleship that is smaller than the transport, full of orc-style is embedded in the "chrysanthemum" of the transport.

The red livery, tattered and irregular surface armor plates, the giant ramming angles, the barrels and missiles stuck all over the hull, and the four rocket engine jets in two rows at the tail are the appearance of the orc frigates.

At this time, this is the orc frigate embedded in the transport ship of the Ronin Trader, and the wreckage of two Imperial Defense forces and a disintegrated orc frigate floating in space in the distance behind it have already indicated the situation.

During the attack, an orc frigate was the first to crash into a frigate that had no time to dodge, and then was blown up by another frigate, and taking this opportunity, the last orc frigate took the opportunity to accelerate and crashed into the frigate that had no time to dodge, and was hit by the iron lump that accelerated in a straight line with the rocket jet engine, and the consequences can be imagined.

And the transport ship that desperately escaped did not escape the doom, at this time the orc frigate embedded behind the transport ship has already explained the result, groups of people shouting "AAAAGH!!", directly naked flesh jumped from space to help the Ork orcs, is currently being shot down by the desperately resisting merchant ronin arms, but the tide of green frenzy is pouring out of the bow of the orc frigate, these are carrying an unstable rocket backpack, No matter how many people are killed by the private forces in the gray carapace armor, even if the green corpses are all over the starry sky and the red ice is sprayed everywhere, their numbers are still undiminished.

Without support, unless the Trader Rogue transport has the strength to push back the orc frigate, it is only a matter of time before it falls.

The merchant qualification certificate owned by each Rogue Trader indicates that they have the right to form their own private armies, including mercenaries and naval fleets, but the weapons and equipment of these private armies, as well as salaries and pensions, need to be paid out of their own pockets, which means that each Rogue Trader's private army is different, depending on the thickness of their wallets and determination.

The Rogue Traders, who have Trader's qualifications, have a high degree of freedom and power, and each Rogue Trader's family is like a kingdom, and they even have the right to deploy the System Defense Force and the Imperial Defense Force, as well as the Space Marines to fight for them.

Of course, although they have the rights, but whether the troops they are dispatched are willing to be dispatched, or whether the cost of their dispatch is not affordable by the Rogue Traders, that is another matter, some of the Rogue Traders who have a good relationship with the local governor or the leader of the Star Warband can of course be transferred easily, or even without paying a price, while some are just the opposite because of their embarrassing reputation and bad relations, and the high price is waiting for them, and there are many factors that affect all this.

And now the Rogue Trader was undoubtedly of the poorer kind, with only one pot-bellied transport and two of the most rubbish frigates, and as for the private mercenaries, their old and old-fashioned combat suits had already told the Rogue Trader how little money he had invested in his private army.

I just don't know if the ronin will regret the decision he made before.

Thousands of mercenaries dressed in combat spacesuits formed scattered stragglers on the decks that came into contact with the orc frigates, using the raised parts of those decks as cover, holding laser guns and shooting at the orcs with a tail flame under the cover of the automatic turrets on the hull of the transport ship.

In fact, although the power of the laser gun without kinetic energy in the universe will be increased by a cut due to the lack of dust in the air, according to the current situation, those mercenaries now miss the automatic rifles and shotguns with static power, so that they can shoot away the Orcs who are screaming and jumping wildly with a single shot.

It's a pity that whether it's an automatic rifle or a shotgun, they all belong to gunpowder kinetic energy weapons, and they need oxygen to burn for excitation, and what is most lacking in the universe is always oxygen, and it's not like a black technology weapon like a blaster, whether it's the universe or the bottom of the sea, it can be used without hindrance.

"Shoot, shoot, don't let those greenskins rush over, work hard if you want to live, those orcs won't accept live captives!"

One of the mercenary leaders shouted hoarsely, and all the mercenaries who heard this from the communicator were refreshed, and the morale of the weakened Orcs from the frantic attack of the Orcs rose again, and even the laser guns in their hands sped up a little.

Despite this, the Orc attack was unstoppable and advanced to the deck of the transport, and some Orks began to gain a foothold with the advantage of numbers, and then silently howled and picked up the Orc spear, which was full of orc metaphysics, and fired at the mercenaries.

The Orc's strafing shot was impressive, but the tumbling bullet still hit the two mercenaries who were carelessly exposing their upper bodies, their thin hardshell armor pierced and blood splashed outside their spacesuits.

In the cold universe, the spacesuit was penetrated, which was definitely the worst situation, without one, the body heat quickly disappeared, and the already injured body quickly lost its vitality under the inconsistent pressure of internal and external inconsistencies, and by the time the other mercenaries rushed over, the bodies of the two mercenaries who had been shot had already been cold for a long time.

The mercenaries who began to die in battle put a lot of pressure on the other mercenaries who were working for their lives, and the Orcs who were getting closer and closer increased this pressure, and the defensive turret was still spitting projectiles tirelessly, and then Orks had already begun to climb to the side of the turret, and before the mercenaries could shoot them down, the fire of the explosion blew away several Orcs and destroyed the barrel and outer armor of the defensive turret.

As several turrets blew up, the pressure on the mercenaries increased, and in the next five minutes, the losses of the mercenaries and defensive batteries began to increase, and the Orcs continued to pour in, as if they were dying, and there were more than a thousand Orc corpses left between the two ships, but there was still no sign of them retreating.

After ten minutes, the mercenaries were defeated, and the final defeat was not entirely an external attack, but an internal attack.

The hatch blocked by the mercenaries was suddenly blown open, and a steady stream of Orc orcs poured out, machetes, bullets and explosions from behind, instantly blinding the mercenaries who were fighting, and under the front and back attacks, the mercenaries, who were already crumbling, were quickly defeated, and the Orc orcs chased the rout of the little shrimp into the transport ship, and a battle for ships began