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"Sergeant, how much ammunition do we have in reserve."

In the midst of the battle, Olaf asked the Space Marine non-commissioned officer.

Although Olaf does not have any position in the First Company, Olaf, who is the honorary escort next to Darius, still has a certain status in the First Company, and his identity as a follower itself gives Olaf a special status in the Warden Warband, although this status cannot be seen or touched, and there is no special treatment for the usual training and equipment on his body, but this status still exists, which allows Olaf to lead a team of Space Marines without being questioned and dissatisfied.

So when Olaf ordered the interstellar non-commissioned officer, both Olaf and the non-commissioned officer of the first company took it for granted, and the non-commissioned officer took time out of his busy schedule to answer Olaf.

"Brother Olaf, we still have seventy-two energy batteries, thirty-two high-explosive grenades, three packs of hot-melt bombs, and five high-explosive rockets."

"Throw all the explosives at me, the Darius Company Commander's retreat order has come down, we need these things to temporarily block the Orc attack and buy us a little time."

"Understood."

Olaf shouted as he turned his head to look at the melee squad in front of him.

"Be ready to retreat, your melee squad will run faster, the tactical squad will be in the middle, and the interstellar marines and I will run faster after the last break, and then bring the three seriously wounded members of the tactical squad by the way, don't hold back."

"Roger, Chief Olaf."

"Good, now the retreat begins."

With a low roar, the Space Marines on both sides put down their blasters and chainsaw swords, picked up grenades and hot-melt bombs, turned into ten high-speed mortars, and threw grenades and three packs of hot-melt bombs one by one, smashing them at a distance of 100 to 50 meters in front of them.

"Boom Boom Knock ......"

All sorts of explosions, roars, and shockwaves from the explosion of fire covered the passage in front of them, and shrapnel splattered into the Orc's body, cutting out bloody holes, exposing pink muscles and white bones to the smoke, and the Orcs screamed, flying everywhere like rag pockets, blood and body fragments shot everywhere like ketchup, smearing the walls and floor.

The Star Marines who incarnate as grenade mortars are not the so-called recruit eggs, in fact, the Star Marines do not have the eggs of recruits, even if they do not have a black carapace and are not qualified to wear power armor Scouts, the hundred-year-long training cycle and the long career of scouts will bring them rich war experience.

And the gene seed itself carries inherited combat skills and experience, as well as battlefield memories, which are all valuable assets left by the predecessors of the gene seed, the interstellar marines, which are also the most valuable things of the gene seed.

This kind of intangible property is the most valuable asset of an interstellar warband, and it is also the biggest gap between the original wargroup and the small wargroup that was built later.

The gene seed with a long history can make a space soldier who has just put on the power armor instantly have an elite template, this gene seed is more important than any weapons and equipment, because the gene seed can be passed on, and with the passage of time, it will make the wargroup grow stronger and stronger, even if it has experienced the annihilation, as long as the gene seed bank still exists, and the gene seed with a long history is still there, then the empire will one day rebuild the warband, and the honor and history of the wargroup will be passed down with the memory of the gene seed, The martyrs who died for the empire will be replayed in the memory of the genetic seed, their names will live on forever, and their honor will live on with the empire.

The grenades were not thrown in the hands of these experienced and battle-hardened veterans, but according to the killing range of the high-explosive grenade and the density of the Orcs, as well as the presence of powerful Orcs, the grenade throwing density was evenly distributed to ensure that the power of each high-explosive grenade could be fully exerted, and the possibility of the Orcs resisting the explosion and charging over was completely blocked.

Especially the Oak Boss mixed with the Oak Beast crowd, the Oak Boss of the independent chicken flock endured the care of five high-explosive grenades alone, and was shrouded in dense explosions on the front and back, left and right, and the shock wave and shrapnel tore through the Oak Boss's skin and shattered the fragile internal organs.

However, although the high-explosive grenade alone emptied a large wave of Orcs, the swarming Orc wave would not be completely stopped, and after a maximum of ten seconds, the bloodthirsty and crazy Orcs would step on the corpses and blood of their companions again, and continue to shout "WAAAAGH!! Rush over.

And just when the Orc Orcs were stimulated by the blood, their eyes were red, and they continued to charge wildly, three packs of heavy hot melt bombs played a vital role at this time.

The three old Space Marines collectively rushed forward a few steps, in a textbook-standard throwing stance, bending over and throwing their arms, and the molten bomb was dropped on the ceiling fifty meters away, and smashed into the wall covered with pipes.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Three explosions of hot fire swept through the wide passage, although all the hot melt bombs did not kill a few Orcs because of the fact that the Orcs had been overpowered by high-explosive grenades, but the huge pipes and wall fragments that collapsed completely blocked the possibility of the Orc Orcs to pursue, giving the retreating troops the possibility of retreating.

This is also the reason why Orcs do not dare to use explosives at will, and Orcs who like to use willow spikes and nooses to fix things also know that their things are not stable, and it is not a good habit to litter bombs in passages full of complex pipes.

"Let's go, let's retreat."

Olaf calmly ordered the troops to retreat, although the Orcs had been temporarily blocked, but they could not be stopped for too long, and the most important thing was to join the large army as soon as possible.

The Wolffang Guardians' melee squad was the first to retreat, and with their shields and three wounded men on their backs, they turned and trotted all the way, followed by the tactical squad, and finally the Space Marines and Olaf who broke behind.

Fifty wolf-tooth guards, ten space marines scurried through the dimly lit passage, clanging noisy footsteps, dark green speculums and dark red goggles flickering at each other in the dark, and the furious roar of the Orcs from behind them grew farther and farther away.

Sixty warriors hurried on their way, and no one made a sound, and the dull sound of footsteps echoed through the passage, except for the clashing of the armor parts of the carapace and the low noise of the servos of the power armor.

While hurrying away, Olaf secretly thought in his heart how to ask for credit from Company Commander Darius, who always taught him with his fists, and Olaf made up his mind to show off in front of this commander who always bullied him, or he would be sorry for the time he was beaten.

And just as the troops were walking through a corridor full of complicated pipes, the calm and dim environment was nothing unusual with the other corridors, but for some reason, when Olaf walked into this corridor, his heart suddenly rang for a long time, and the two hearts beat wildly, squeezing the blood, and filling his whole body with strength.

Not only did Olaf feel that something was wrong, but the ten Space Marines had slowed down and aimed their blasters at the corners and crevices where the enemy might be hidden, and the fifty Wolf Fang Guardians, although they had not received the order to be on guard, had already felt the tension from the Space Marines and Chief Olaf, and they had begun to look around.

Twenty wolf fang guards of the melee squad took the initiative to place the three seriously wounded on the ground, grabbed the storm shield and the chainsaw sword to form a loose shield wall, blocking the tactical team in front of them, alert for the direction of possible attacks.

As the leader, Olaf also quietly pulled out two power axes from his back, and in such a situation that he could be ambushed, Olaf believed in his axe and martial arts more than a blaster.

However, in Olaf's line of sight, the dimly lit corridors were unobstructed, there were no enemies hiding in them, and the complex and huge iron pipes were densely packed on both sides, but they could not hide a few Orcs, so why was the sense of crisis from the Space Marines a crazy warning.

The troops slowly stopped, and set up a circular defensive formation in the center of the corridor, with the Space Marines outside, the melee squad on the second floor, and the tactical squad on the innermost layer, all of them looking around vigilantly, even a breeze could attract the aim of several hell laser guns, until the non-commissioned officer who led the team used the laser pistol to determine that there was no stealth enemy on the other side, and then lifted the alert.

Olaf, who was standing on the outermost side, took off his helmet and sniffed the air vigorously, but there was no unusual smell other than the smell of rust and gunsmoke on his body.

"Is it a delusion?"

Olaf thought to himself, but he quickly overturned his guess, and another one surged into his mind.

"But according to the Grey Hunter Squad, there have been traces of the Eldarins in the depths of Oak Fortress, could it be that they are nearby?"

Thinking of this, Olaf commanded in a low voice.

"Be on guard, watch out for the stealthy Eldarin."

Then, very quickly, the reality slapped Olaf's speculation in the face.

"Boom ......"

A roar rang in Olaf's ears, and then after a whirlwind, Olaf slammed into the ground.

The pipes next to the circular defensive formation exploded, and a violent shockwave and fragments of the pipes struck the wolf-toothed guards who were caught off guard, and more than a dozen figures flew up like ragdolls, including a Space Marine.

"Enemy Attack ......"

The shouting warning was interrupted as soon as it appeared.

“WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!”